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I really feel like I’m getting to know E.A. He’s easy to talk to, and he seems to genuinely care about his pack brothers, which is a little at odds with the unofficial sociopath diagnosis he spoke about. It also seems like he has a lot of trauma, and that makes me think the unemotional stuff might be a trauma response rather than a sign of something more sinister.
Today’s manipulative episode aside, he’s exactly the kind of guy I could see myself falling for.
I don’t think he’ll try that again. It was a one-off stunt to make me take the job at Anchor West.
He was probably worried that I might say no to his proposal if he gave me the truth straight off the bat. Pushing me out the door, and then sending his sweet-hearted Omega to smooth things over was seriously sneaky and calculated, and also kind of genius.
I’m never going to admit that last part to him.
I finish up in the bathroom, using his fancy toothpaste and putting on some moisturiser before I step back into his bedroom.
Setting my purse down by the side of the bed, I look over at him.
He’s leaning against the wall by the nightstand with the lamp on it.
“I’m guessing that’s your side of the bed?”
“It’s the side I sleep on,” he confirms.
“Great,” I say, lifting the covers on my side and climbing under them.
Damn, the mattress is perfect. It’s like laying down on a cloud.
Definitely an improvement on the bed in my apartment.
If this doesn’t work out, I might take custody of this bed, just as payback for his manipulative tactic to get me to do what he wanted.
He gets in the other side, and l look at him as he lays down, facing me.
“Thanks for helping with my wound,” I tell him. “And for making me feel better about the door being locked.”
“Okay,” he murmurs. “Why do I get the feeling there’s a but coming?”
I give him a wry smile. “Because you know what you did earlier.”
“Ah,” he says. “That.”
“If you’d told me everything the right way, I would have said yes.”
“I know that now. I didn’t know it then.”
“Not an excuse,” I tell him.
“Because there is no excuse.”
“Exactly. Don’t ever threaten Secret again, in any kind of way. I mean it when I tell you, I don’t care how handsome you are, or how smart or insightful. If you make the vaguest threat against her, I’ll gut you like a fish and I’ll make damn sure it hurts.”
He puts a hand up. “I swear on my life to God and whoever else you want me to swear to, that I won’t ever insinuate a threat of any kind against Secret Leto ever again, as long as I live.”
He lets out a breath and puts his hand down.
“And I’m sorry for doing it the first time.”
“Good,” I tell him. “Keep feeling sorry for that, because it was pretty messed up.”
“I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.”
“You’d better, but you can start in the morning.”
