Page 37 of Knot His Beast
Our conversation continues to remain casual with an undertow of sexual tension as I walk Tav back to his building, and I hesitate as he opens the door.
“I’ll replace the door,” I promise. “I may have gotten a little over zealous with the screwdriver.”
“You are so odd,” Tav mumbles. “Maybe we can skip the stalking next time you ask me out. I hear that social etiquette appreciates this.”
“Too bad I failed at social decorum. I thought it was boring,” I confess. “I’m too impatient to wait for what I want. I’ll stick to stalking and getting you to growl at me in that sexy way only you can.”
Leaning forward slowly, I project my movement so he can punch me if he wants to. My lips brush his cheek, and he sighs softly as I pull back.
“See you around, Tav. I’m glad to hear there will be a second date.”
CHAPTER 12
Octavian
I shakemy head with a scowl as Floyd tugs me toward a tree. Whether it’s intentional or not has yet to be seen, the way his head tilts sometimes throws him off course and he ends up walking in a circle. Or at the very least, he walks in a wide arch. Limps. Floydlimpsin a wide arch or a circle, the same way I do if I get too carried away with my thigh.
Two peas in a pod, as Gran would say.
That’s not why I’m scowling, though.
No, I’m scowling to myself while I watch my disabled pooch attempt to lift a leg and pee on the tree he’s still two feet away from because I accidentally went on a date with the alpha who’s been driving me nuts.
That was definitely not how someone should handle an intruder. If I started dating everyone who tried breaking into my store, or causing some sort of chaos when they were in it already, I’d have a list of exes that put the town census to shame.
My building sat abandoned so long that there were squatters even after I bought it, and a lot of the local youth still tagged the sides or broke windows. Especially since it took another yearbefore I was able to start the renovations and order products. I had a lot of unwelcome guests for a long time, even broke up a few parties in the basement, then throw in the twin alphas from hell, I have every right to be paranoid about my building.
Which is why Bentley shouldn’t have broken in.
Not that he knew any of that, but who does that?
Break into a whole ass building because they were slightly concerned about why I was closed?
That’s nutty behavior, and coming from someone like me means it’s probably crazier than that.
Then again, I was the one who ended up going on an accidental date with my would-be intruder.
Who the helldoes that?
And likes it?
That’s why I’m irritated with myself.
I went on a date I never intended to have, and I fucking liked it.
Not that I have a lot to compare it to. That’s probably why I was allgiddy omegaon the inside. I’ve been on three dates since I moved out here, just three, and they were all so disastrous, Bentley probably could have kidnapped me, chained me up in his murder van, and given me nothing but bread and water, and it would have been better than what I’ve experienced before.
I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a murder van, and something is telling me bread and water wouldn’t even make the cut in terms of a snack for someone his size, so those aren’t things I need to worry about when he’s around.
I won’t rule out the kidnapping, though.
The simple fact that he openly admitted to stalking me probably means very little is off the table when it comes to that alpha getting what he wants.
I just don’t know why he wantsme.
Frowning, I watch Floyd squat then drop, falling down dead asleep mid-poop.
Why would someone like that gigantic himbo cowboy want someone like me?
