Page 20 of Knot Your Basic B*tch
Tonight was about showing her that having three men catering to her every desire was somewhat more fun than piles of essays and a rigid academic course load.
That had to be more pleasurable than homework? Right? I mean, unless piles of paperwork and academic mastery was some kind of a kink? That wasn’t the reason why most people went to college and got their degrees, it wasn’t like a diploma could stroke egos better than a lover in bed.
Before I even saw her, the scent of vanilla swirled thick in the air, hitting me with the sweet essence of milkshakes, custards, and cakes. Smooth and luxurious, like silk on my tongue, beckoning me to come closer, and get another taste.
Her eyes locked on mine flashing with heat, as she stepped out of the dorms. I wish that the heat in her eyes was due to desire, but it seemed like she was just annoyed with me. Even pissed off, she was stunning.
Her lovely eyes, surrounded by dark lashes, flashed with piercing intelligence. Chloe was tall for an omega. Normally she wore jeans, or sweatpants with a hoodie to class, but forour date she’d changed into a knitted dress, showing off her toned calves and delicate ankles.
This was the first time I’d seen my girl without her stack of textbooks—before Chloe, I hadn’t even been aware of the fact that omegas even had textbooks for their classes. At least none of the other girls around campus carried them around with them. Without the books, Chloe was like a completely different person.
“Alright, the food at this place better be good,” Chloe muttered. “I barely got to enjoy lunch with that psychopath breathing down my throat.”
“Yeah, they have food there.”
My vague answer piqued Chloe’s attention. She looked at me more closely, a smile tugging up the corners of her lips. “Wait, you aren’t taking me to a restaurant? Where are we going?”
“No, where’s the fun in that?” I twirled my car keys around my pointer finger.
I wasn’t going to waste my one chance to impress Chloe by doing something as basic as taking her out on a date to some restaurant. Besides, from what I’d seen, Chloe had been hard at work everyday, completely focused. All work and no play.
I was so looking forward to playing with her.
Chloe did not look impressed when I pulled into the parking lot of the New Oxford aquarium. She crossed her arms across her chest, leaning back into her seat. “The sign says they close in five minutes.”
“Which’ll be perfect for us.” I hurried out of the car, hustling over to her side to open the door for her. “No lines. No screaming kids. The whole place will be just for us.”
“You want us to break into the aquarium? When I’m wearing a dress?” Chloe leaned further into the car as if she was afraid that I was going to drag her out and force her to commit to a life of depravity and crime.
“Nah, I know the owners.” I opened the door wider and smiled in what I hoped was a confident way.
Chloe raised an eyebrow, as she exited the car.
Alright. That was a start. At least I had her curious. I’d been half afraid that she was going to scoff at the whole idea and demand that I take her back to the Institute.
Frank was working at the reception desk, frowning down at a computer screen. “Sorry, we close in four—oh, it’s you,” he dropped the professional voice as soon as he looked up and saw me. Frank waved me in. “If you see Slippy, can you email Tom? He got out of his tank again. Haven’t seen him since noon.”
“Yeah, will do.” I agreed, making a mental note to check the area for any wandering octopus.
As I led Chloe through the exhibits, she slowed down, staring wide-eyed as we neared the jellyfish exhibit. So far so good. She didn’t even seem to notice the screaming toddlers that weren’t ready to go and their exhausted parents who looked just about ready to pull out their own hair. One mother turned bright red as her kid started screeching like a pterodactyl as he refused to leave. I mentally patted myself on the back for thinking of bringing Chloe after hours.
I led Chloe straight to Undersea Eats, the restaurant that had seating in the open ocean tunnel, with panoramic views of the sharks and sea-turtles. It also had some of the best food in the area. I wasn’t just talking about the aquarium, but also better food than half the restaurants in town. My scent match did treat her meal times like they were sacred. To treat her like the goddess she was, I’d have to give her the best meal offerings.
“Do you see anything you like? The salmon’s really good, as are the burgers.” I pointed each item out on the menu.
“Uhh, salmon?” Chloe said it like it was a question, but I’d seen her eating salmon loads of times.
“Be right back with your order, darling.” I stepped into the back.
It only took a few minutes of sweet talking to the head Chef and listening to him grumbling about having to clean the counters again to get him to make two of the best plates that Underwater Eats had to offer.
I was rewarded when Chloe’s eyes brightened as she got a glimpse of the dinner. Chef Thompson plated everything extra fancy when I told him the food was for my date, not my brother. The salmon was perfectly seared and looked buttery soft and perfect. I’d gotten the usual for myself: surf and turf, steak medium rare with the loaded mashed potatoes on the side. I’d never found another restaurant with mashed potatoes as fluffy. I didn’t even know that potatoes could become this cloud-like and creamy.
Chloe dug into her salmon with gusto, as if it was going to get up and swim away if she ignored it for too long, joining the rest of the schools in the tank surrounding us. She watched the sea life swimming above us with wide eyes, and yelped when one of the sharks swam right over our table.
“What kind of shark is that?” Chloe pointed, leaning away as if she was worried that the little guy would be able to swim through the glass and come after her. It was aSphyrna tiburo, commonly known as the bonnethead shark, but I wasn’t about to out myself as a nerd.
“Yeah, that’s a gray one with a weird head.” I winked at her, and Chloe rolled her eyes at me, though she didn’t seem like she was pissed. “Sharks with dinner aren’t what you expected?”