I huff out a breath. She’s probably made a slew of friends already in town, and as far as she knows, I’m still working.
My stomach grumbles and Greer takes one step into the room.
“Is your sister coming back?” he asks.
“Not till late, it’s fine. I’ll probably just watch one of the million shows I told myself I’d get caught up on but never did or something.”
“Or you could let me feed you again, a proper meal,” he suggests.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to, Maisie.”
“Let me just go get cleaned up and changed? That one is my bed, if you want to sit.” I point toward my bed, and he takes a seat, pulling out his phone while I head to the bathroom.
As I pull off my slick-drenched tights, I do a little recap of the day. I went to the market to keep Effie company, which led to me dry humping an extremely hot Scotsman on the side of a loch, and even after hanging out nearly all day he wants more?
“It’s fine, Maisie. It’s cool. Totally normal,” I whisper to myself, finally getting the tights off. It’s only then that I realize I didn’t bring any damn clothes into the bathroom with me.
The very hot, large Alpha sitting on my bed is making me lose my mind, I decide.
With the skirt still on, I slip back into the room. Greer glances down at my bare legs and smirks as I open the drawer, grabbing a new pair of panties and a pair of pants, before half walking/jogging to the bathroom.
“God, Maisie. He saw you come and you’re nervous about going to dinner?” I chastise myself.
It’s just dinner. I eat all the time. It’s fine. There’s a clear line drawn anyway, right? I leave in a few weeks and this is all just fun. All in the name of figuring out who I am and what I want in life.
What if he isn’t thinking like that. Shit. I’ll have to make my intentions clearer, right?
When I glance in the mirror, I groan. My mascara is slightly smudged and I fix that but leave my hair wild and down like it’s been all day.
It’s not a date. It’s just dinner. Dinner after we made each other orgasm.
I know why I’m nervous, but I don’t dare even think the words. This isn’t romance, this isn’t dating. This is just having fun. I will not catch feelings for the Highlander on my bed or any others in this small town. I’m just letting my hair down, having a little fun.
What could go wrong?
10
maisie
It startswith a knock on the door as I’m leaving the bathroom. I was probably taking longer than I thought I was, most of it with my mental breakdown, not getting changed.
But when Greer opens the door, it’s a grinning Lain standing at the threshold, sans kilt. He notices right away when I glance down at his legs.
“Ah, no show of thigh for you tonight, I’m afraid. Here’s your change of clothes. Wild how you fell into a loch and all,” he says with a smirk, tossing Greer pants, that has me blushing wildly.
“Just give me a moment,” Greer says, heading to the bathroom.
Lain takes a step in and hums under his breath. “You still smell like him,” he says softly.
I clear my throat, curiosity getting the best of me. “What does he smell like?”
The Alpha looks me over, like something is clicking, like he gets that I’m not just hiding my scent. I’m hiding away from every scent possible.
“Now, where would the fun be in telling you that? Unless you’re going to divulge your scent?” he asks hopefully.
I see the hypocrisy now and sigh.
