Page 62 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“Oh, I would love to do that.” Yes, any chance to take a look at his firewall indeed. “And you?” I ask in return.

“I’m still at university,” he tells me. “I’m studying marketing.”

“You don’t look like a marketing type,” I point out, almost facepalming myself the moment I say it. Way to sound judgmental.

But Tony just laughs. “You’re right, I’m not. If it were up to me, I would have done something else. But I picked it up to support my family business.”

“Were you forced to do it?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “My parents would never force anything on me.”

He sounds genuine, and it makes me weirdly happy for him that he has a good relationship with his parents. Where are all these emotions coming from? He is a literal stranger to me!

I let my gaze wander around until it lands on a fancy cabinet with… “Are those figurines!?”

“Yes.” He looks a bit flustered. “Do you find it weird that I collect merch?”

“Weird!? I envy you,” I blurt out. He really was telling the truth that he is a fan. “I need to take a closer look at it later. Shoot, I can’t believe I didn’t get tickets for the convention. It’s in town next week.”

“I know.” He nods. “I got tickets.”

“You did!?” I glare at him, still wondering if I should hate him or envy him for it, or die inwardly because he grins so cutely.

“We could go together?” he offers. “I have no one to go with me, and I would love some company from someone who.. who loves what I love.”

A chance to go to the convention with my own hot Tony Stark? Absolutely. “I’d love to.” I smile.

He beams at me like I truly just made his day, a shit-eating grin spreading over his face. “Fantastic.” He smiles brightly. “Do you want to head to the bathroom to dry up?” Tony looks sincerely worried, brushing through my wet hair. “I failed to keep you dry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind being wet.”

Wow, double meaning, Dalila, you did it again. By the grin Tony shows me, he caught it, too.

“Bathroom would be fine,” I blurt out. He nods, handing me a towel and leading me to his bathroom. The freaking bathroom looks like a palace. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had a weird emotional connection to pretty bathrooms and toilets, and this here clearly takes the mantle. The tiles are light blue, and the whole interior is completely out of marble.

The shower is enormous and open only with glass doors and carved-out enclaves inside. All the walls are creamy white, aside from the one at the far end. It’s black with strings of gold leading through it.

I’m in love.

“This is hot,” I point out.

“You find my bathroom hot?” He grins.

“I might just marry it,” I retort, tugging the towel out of his hand. “Don’t expect me to be ready in less than an hour. My fiancé and I need to spend some time with each other.”

He laughs. “Just take your time, Dalila.”

The way he says my name sends butterflies through my stomach. Embarrassing, but I can’t help it. I close the door behind me, shaking my head at myself. I’m being weird, weirder than usual, which says a lot! Because I’m Queen Weird usually.

It’s just like something at the back of my mind tugs at me.

It’s an odd feeling, but not one I haven’t encountered before. It’s a feeling accompanying me ever since I was a teen, as if I forgot something important, but I can’t remember what it is. A whisper brushes through my thoughts. Sometimes, it’s confusing, and now, close to Tony, it seems to get even louder.

This is definitely in the top three weirdest things I’ve encountered. This here with Tony, and the whisper in my head are top two and three. First place will forever remain the one weird cosplay party I stumbled into. I hacked the account of a shitty fellow student who kept harassing me. I found out he would be going to this super-secret vampire party, as it was called. So, I dressed up, ready to head there to get more intel on him and to stop him from stalking me.

I stumbled right into a weird cult-like group outing. One guy was sucking at another’s neck, with a small trail of blood dripping down his neck. They really took that freaking motto party way too seriously. Their costumes, however, were kickass. Wow, some of them even had such believable makeup that made their skin look almost translucent. And those contact lenses, in particular, were amazing.

Credit where credit is due.

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