Page 109 of Now Their Starlet

“To your work?”

“Yes, I have some work I need to get done... but I’m meeting with Charles and his team, and I believe they have some paperwork for you to sign. They could bring it here, but I think it could do you some good to stretch your wings a bit.”

“Okay! I think—I think I can handle that. And I think it’ll be cool to see what you do for work!”

“It’s quite boring to watch. Just a lot of paperwork. The occasional meeting or two. I’ll keep the day short so I don’t overwhelm you, I promise.”

The amount of consideration woven into every sentence he speaks makes me want to curl into his arms and never let go. He’s the most dominant alpha I’ve ever met, really, even including Jonathan Fletcher—and he still puts in the effort to soften himself for me.

The two of us turn around at the sound of the porch door moving along its tracks.

“Hey, Starlight,” Beck says, stepping outside.

I glance around Everett’s shoulders and offer him a little wave.

“Hey!”

“I’m about to head to the studio. Gotta continue getting the album ready ‘cause this guy works me like a dog,” Beck teases, pointing an accusing finger at Everett.

“Spoken like someone who’s never worked a real nine-to-five,” Everett shoots back in return.

“I did the customer service grind for years before your label picked me up; I know plenty about hard work.” Beck’s grin is just as blinding as ever. He shakes his head, some of the messy locks falling onto his forehead. He’s due for a haircut.

Or maybe not… I kinda like him like this.

“You want to come to the studio with me? No pressure, Leo already told me he’ll stay back with you if you want company.”

“Actually...” I glance nervously between the two of them, a sharp flare of panic making my chest tight.

Being intimate with Beck over these past few nights seems to have brought our relationship to the next level, because his omega-senses seem to be getting awfully close to mind-reading.

“Ah, did Everett beat me to the punch?” he asks.

“That, I did,” Everett nods.

“Oh, well then you should totally go with Everett! You two should spend more time together.”

“Are you—are you sure?” I ask, the relief at not having to pick between them probably evident in my expression.

“Totally sure. Just means I get to serenade you with my music another time.”

“You say that like it’s some sort of hardship,” I giggle.

“The Barbie Movie had a whole running gag about how annoying it is for a girl to sit through a guy’s guitar serenade,” Beck shrugs. “No hard feelings.”

“That’s only for guys who are bad at music. And while I wouldn’t want to inflate your ego too hard, you’re certainly not bad… And wait a second, you watched the Barbie Movie?”

Beck raises a single surprisingly well-manicured brow as if he’s saying, duh. “Sure did. Killer soundtrack. Anyway, I’ll let you two have some privacy.”

“Good luck at the studio, Beck,” Everett calls over his shoulder as Beck makes his way back into the house.

Beck offers me a cute little wink behind Everett’s shoulder as he shuts the door behind him. I swear, if we could read each other’s minds, I’m sure he’d be saying something like “go get ‘em tiger” or something stupid like that.

“I’m happy you chose me,” Everett murmurs.

“I—I guess I wanted to spend more one-on-one time with you. We haven’t really had the chance to do that yet.”

“We have not.” Everett’s voice is low. Those simple words seem to carry the weight of something more significant than just the casual notion of spending time together.