Orion answers the pointed question meant for me. “We’re working on a project. What are you doing? You’re not scheduled to be here.”
I don’t imagine the hint of a growl in his voice.
I definitely don’t imagine how it makes my thighs clench. I want to feel that growl against my throat.
“I came to check on you,” Craig says defensively. “And good thing.”
I open my mouth, ready to tear him down the way this creeper so desperately deserves, but I catch a hint of caramel.
My heartbeat skyrockets, and I realize my temperature is up, a flush stinging my cheeks.
How long?
Did Orion already notice?
I throw off the blanket, grab my tablet, and flee.
“You don’t have to go,” Orion calls behind me.
“Bathroom!” I call, singsongy and fooling no one.
I breeze past Craig, holding my breath, trying to will my pores closed. Downstairs, I fly into the shower.
My perfume keeps rising.
I toss my clothes and pad that needs to be sealed up and burned, then start to scrub.
A while later, I step out of the bathroom, lotioned, wearing nothing but a towel, and clutching my soiled clothes like they’re radioactive. I need to do laundry again, erase the damning scent.
I’m booking it to my room, already planning how to hide my latest slipup when I bump into Craig.
My brain’s a million miles away, and he snatches my wrist before I can dodge, pulling my entire arm as he lifts my dirty clothes to his nose.
Craig pulls in a breath, and his pupils blow.
I am so fucked.
***
Thirty-One
LILAH
“Nice perfume.” Craig licks his lips, and it’s like fire ants crawling in my panties. I wrench back my arm, clothes falling to the floor.
“What are you doing down here?” I ask shakily.
“That’s not real important anymore.” He takes a threatening step toward me. “How long have you been lying to the pack?”
“I’m not lying.”
“Then you won’t mind if I tell Atlas he’s housing an awakened slut, and I caught her seducing our omega.”
My jaw locks.
I know the truth as well as he does. I haven’t seduced shit. Wasn’t going to.
But the other thing I know?