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Aisling walks into the kitchen fully dressed, wearing an all black pantsuit with a bright blue coat. Black heeled boots finish her outfit, and I find myself staring, because I don’t often see her wearing pants.
“You’re up and ready early,” Evan observes, making himself a breakfast sandwich before going to work for the boss.
“Busy day,” she mutters. “Who’s my keeper today? I have to get going.”
“That would be me,” I tell her, straightening. I’m fully dressed in a gray sweater and black chinos tucked into combat boots, because I expected to go to the boss’ house.
“Awesome,” she sighs, turning away.
“It’s ten degrees out there, Sugar. You’re not walking anywhere today,” Domh says, eyes narrowing. He hasn’t gotten ready for the day yet, his tattoos proudly showing as he stands only in his joggers.
Aisling glances over her shoulder with a curled lip, something I’ve not seen from her before. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look petulant.
“I’ve survived this long without a daddy, I think I can manage, Daddy Domhnall,” Aisling says, rolling her eyes.
My brow raises at her tone, realizing she’s definitely not talking about the boss.
Domh’s hand fists as he gives her a cool smile. “You haven’t seen anything yet, little omega. Please, continue pushing me, so I have a reason to spank, gag, and fuck your ass so hard you’ll think of me every time you sit down. Don’t begin games you don’t understand.”
“All I hear is a lot of talking,” Aisling snarks. “Hayes, I’m ready to go.”
The way she says my name rankles me, as if I’m a servant. Growling, I stalk toward her, while she pretends not to see the danger and gives me her back as she walks away.
“Little poppet is headed toward a mess of trouble,” Caelin says, mildly amused as he goes back to tapping on his computer.
“I think Domh has the right idea,” I mutter, following Aisling. “Hey, Princess! Go through the garage. It’s too cold to go around.”
Blowing out a breath, Aisling pulls the hood of her coat over her head as she picks up her purse and a duffle bag.
“What’s in the bag?” I ask her as I put on my coat, beanie, and leather gloves.
“Stuff,” she says, shrugging.
“God. You’re being insufferable right now,” I grunt.
“I don’t want to have to explain my every move to you people,” Aisling growls through gritted teeth. It’s adorable that she thinks she may be scary. “I have a meeting with the Whalen Society this morning, a bunch of errands, and then later I’m the guinea pig for a self defense class with Gabriel and need clothes I can easily move in. Happy?”
“Not even a little bit,” I tell her. “Why are you the guinea pig and what does that mean? You have a pack.”
“No I don’t,” she says, and my eyelid begins to twitch as I shove the door leading out to the garage open. “Paperwork doesn’t mean fuck all to me when I didn’t sign it.”
Domh filed the paperwork weeks ago, intent to end the charade of internet dating. Aisling Sullivan is ours, even if she is pissed at us all.
Aisling heads to the SUV as I open the door, walking to the passenger side. I know Domh opens her doors, but I doubt she’ll appreciate it if I do the same. I’m on edge, struggling between anger and arousal.
The tip of my dick is already dripping with pre-cum, and all I can smell is sugar cookies that have been in the oven a touch too long.
Arguing with Aisling Sullivan is like foreplay to me. I should be trying to fix things instead of pushing her to flip out at me. I can’t fucking help myself. It’s like catnip to me. Climbing into the vehicle, I turn it on to get the warm air circulating.
It’s colder than a fucking witch’s tit outside. Pushing the clicker to get the sliding garage door to open, I glance at Aisling. Her bags are dropped on the ground, her eyes on her phone as she answers messages. I don’t know how much is real work and how much is an attempt to ignore me.
Pulling out to the driveway, I begin the drive out to the main road, intent on getting our day going.
“Where am I headed, Aisling?” I ask.
“This is the address,” she replies, turning the phone to show me the email with the address.
It’s a tea room that Evan’s mom really likes, and a neutral place for her to conduct business. Nodding, I begin the drive to Whalan, which is funnily enough where some of Evan’s family lives.