Page 56 of The Packaged Deal
“I had a terrible day. All I did was think about you and miss you so much, Jade,” I say in a deep voice. “Aww, Sven, that’s so sweet. As you can see, I spent all day thinking about you and wishing you were here.”
Sven pauses and glances at me. “My day was normal. Not good, not bad. I didn’t think about you at all.”
I catch a flicker of something on his face. Try as he might to hide it, he can’t. My smile grows as I study him.
“You liar.”
He jerks back from me and puts several feet of space between us. “I’m not lying.”
“You are. You thought about me today?”
Sven grits his jaw and looks around. “Kandi, Addy, get your asses out here!”
I flounce over to the couch and throw myself on it, scowling in frustration at my grumpy alpha.
It’s two steps forward and one step backwards with him.
Kandi sits next to me, and I get up on my knees and straddle her lap, wrapping myself around her.
“What’s the matter?”
“Sven’s being mean.”
“Don't be mean, Sven,” Kandi says without heat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him snap his head towards me and glower.
“I’m not being mean.”
“He’s being cold,” I whine and snuggle my face into her neck to hide my smile.
“I’m not being cold,” Sven growls.
“You’re being cold, Sven,” Adrian says. “You have that whole arms-folded, on-the-other-side-of-the-room-like-you’re-looking-for-an-exit, face-closed-off, tone-shutdown, vibe going on. That’s the definition of cold.”
“So, you’re all going to gang up on me?”
“Yep,” Kandi says happily.
“Yes,” I say loudly.
“Why not?” Adrian adds.
“Then you don’t want my surprise?” Sven says.
I sit back, twisting around to stare at him. “What surprise?”
“Oh, got your attention now, have I, little omega?
“What surprise?” I ask again.
Sven just smirks at me and walks out of the room. I twist so I can look into Kandi’s beautiful brown eyes.
“What surprise?”
“I’m not sure,” Kandi says and reaches up to brush my hair back from my face. I freeze as her fingers ghost over my skin. The touch is so soft and delicate, but the strength of feeling of intent behind it makes my stomach churn.
Does she want me now? Does she know how much I want her? I dip my head forward, but then pause, remembering the rejection. I might seem like I don’t care, but I do. The old me would have crumpled to the floor in floods of tears. The new me just waits, letting her decide how this is going to go.