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The corner of his mouth kicks up. “Well, you won’t find anything in the freezer unless you’re looking for the prepackaged frozen margaritas.”
Nibbling on my lower lip, I shut the door as my face flushes hotter with embarrassment. Even my perfume gets in on it this time and spreads a sickly sweet scent between us that makes me cringe.
He says nothing though, just steps closer and opens the refrigerator door and snags out a bottle of water. He holds it out to me with a smile. Is almost melting a thing? Because I’m sure I’m so close to my heat that his insignificant gesture of taking care of me is going to push me into the lava, and I’d melt like magma.
Taking the cool bottle, I twist off the cap and down half of it. I’m sure if I actually was magma, you’d see steam coming off me. It helps a little to cool me down.
“Thanks.”
“There is more where that comes from,” he says, chuckling. The tension is easing in his shoulders, like just being around me is soothing him. It makes me want to nuzzle into his arms and listen to whatever caused it in the first place.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Fine.” The way he averts his eyes tells a different story, but I don’t press.
“Hungry?”
“Starving actually.”
“I could make something,” I suggest. Cooking is something I excelled at before my parents died. I have done little since, but it is like riding a horse.
The contents of the fridge are only good for making more grilled cheese or some sort of breakfast concoction. I frown before nibbling on my lower one some more.
“There isn’t much in there,” he admits as I close the door. “I can take you somewhere, get ready, wear one of the dresses.”
I want to argue with his commanding tone, but curiosity gets the best of me, and I listen to him like a good omega.
A navy blue dress draws my attention once I’m in my closet, and I quickly change into it. The soft material hugs my curves in the best possible way, and it falls to my feet, almost puddling at the bottom, with a slit up the side of my right leg. A slight shimmer catches the light each time I move. Every part of me wants to please him tonight instead of taunting a reaction out of him. Although, maybe later pressing his buttons would be fun.
I pull out my boots, ready to put them on, but then I change my mind and scan the wall of shoes. He didn’t miss a single thing when he stocked this room. A matching pair of heels calls my name, and I snag them off the shelf. They are Christian Louboutin’s with an open toe and matte navy blue with a four-inch heel.
Slipping them on, I feel like Cinderella finding her glass slipper. They fit like they are made for my feet. And feel like walking on clouds. Probably not after a couple hours, but right this second, I love them.
When I return to the living room, his eyes sweep from my head to the tips of my Louboutin’s. Appreciation gleams from his gaze as he returns it to mine. He doesn’t look half bad himself. He changed into one of his suits, sans the tie, the white button up begging to be undone, and the blazer unbuttoned. His hands propped on the pockets of his slacks, he looks like a model right off the cover of GQ.
“Ready?”
I smile. Excitement corses through me, almost vibrating my whole body. I feel like I’ve stepped intoOmega in Paradise. He closes the distance and offers me his hand before leading me from the penthouse and into the elevator. When he inserts a key and presses the button to take us up and not down, I tilt my head and look at him.
“What–?”
“A surprise.”
Silence falls as we take the few floors before opening on the roof, and not the pool top roof but the top of what is probably the gym they showed me the first day we moved in. A helipad greets us with a sleek black helicopter, a soft whoosh-whoosh-whoosh fills the air front, the rotor blades turning above it. The sound captures my surprised gasp and his fingers tangled with mine urge me to move across to the gigantic machine.
He helps me into the helicopter like a perfect gentleman, making me feel like a princess and the most cherished omega in the world. Is this what those girls feel like on the show? Even Jason hadn’t done something like this, or really anything romantic, if I’m honest. How had I fallen for the guy?
I push the stray thoughts from my mind as he settles next to me and hands me a headset. After he puts his on, he helps me into mine. My dad had a helicopter, but it was for business, not pleasure, so I never rode in one.
“Can you hear me?” he asks. His husky voice sounding directly in my ear and making a shiver run down my spine. I nod, my head feeling heavy with the headset in place.
“I can. Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he replies with a grin.
This is a different side to Austin. He isn’t the intimidating ex-mafia prince or multi-billionaire in this space. He is more like a boy on a date with a girl he likes. And it makes every single part of my omega heart sing. He may not have given me his mark, but he likes me as much as I like him. Just being next to him with his fingers tangling with mine again eases the oncoming heat, like it isn’t looming around the next corner, and I’m able to just be in the moment.
We fly over the city, past the river, south over mountains until city lights shine on the horizon. It is magical and not something I’d ever thought I would experience after—I shake off the thoughts and smile over at Austin. He watches me, making me feel warm.
