Page 24 of Knot your Good Girl

She smiles. Her straight, white teeth are as perfect as they looked on the screen when I watched her playing with herself. “Of course I do, but I’m going to find my scented mate. And I’m not settling for anything less.”

“How do you know that isn’t me?” I ask. There’s a grin on my face, teasing her while I walk to a booth. She shuffles on the bench and I sit opposite her.

She laughs. It’s hearty as she glances to the ceiling and then back at me. “You smell delicious, but that doesn’t mean a thing.”

“I do?” I remove my cap from my head and carefully set it on the seat beside me before I run my fingers through my hair.

“Hello, what can I get you both?” the server asks.

“Hot chocolate, please,” she says.

“And a black coffee. Thank you.”

I wait for the server to leave and ask her again. “Do I smell good?”

“Yes, but…” Her tongue slips out of her mouth and along her bottom lip as she watches my fingers holding the arms of my sunglasses. “It means nothing if you don’t scent me the same way. Gorgeous or not.”

I nod lightly as I take off my sunglasses and place them in the pocket of my button-down shirt. “I agree.”

She tilts her head to one side as her mouth drops open as she stares. “It’s you.” Her eyes narrow, conveying what I hope isn’t suspicion. “You were with my boss. Jed, he’s the lawyer for the New York Bears. The hockey team.”

“I was and I know who the hockey team is.”

Has she already worked out who I am?

“Are you an agent? Penny told me you were with an up-and-coming hockey star.”

I was going to pretend I was there as another lawyer, so she didn’t Google me. But I can hardly say that now. “Yes, that was Colton Sinclair. He’s a new signing from Boston.”

She stares at the table. I interrupt whatever is going through her mind. “And you. Are you still looking for another job?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Soon I’ll have enough money to do what I want.”

“And that is?”

“Travel.”

“And find your alpha?”

“No. I’m not going looking for him. But if I find him, all the better.”

“And how will you know if you find him?”

“He’ll know what I smell of, and he won’t be able to stop himself from finding me.”

“A black coffee and a hot chocolate,” the server says, placing the drinks on the table that separates us, stopping our conversation.

“How much money do you need for your trip?” I ask the moment the server turns away.

She laughs. “The more I have, the longer I can travel.”

“Spend the next ten days with me and I’ll give you a quarter of a million dollars. Is that enough?”

What started as one day to get her out of my system is turning into something more. The more I think about it, it’s perfect.

Her eyes bulge out of her head. “Yeah, but what do I have to do to get that?”

“Whatever I want.” I grin.

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