Page 8 of Knot Your Basic B*tch
Double Fuck.
“Yup. Okay, let’s get on with it.” I turned and marched down the hall towards the nearest entrance. Just stopping short of dragging this alpha after me. As if getting out of here ASAP would do anything to mitigate the damage already caused.
I mean, my brother had already sort of ripped the floodgates wide open. I was just kinda hoping that I’d have a day or so more before they utterly drowned me.
I didn’t stop until I was sitting at my favorite table, and pulling out a notebook. If I was going to suffer from the embarrassment and the publicity that my brother was puttingme through, I would at least do a good job. Who knows? Maybe with my help, my brother would actually end up with a decent pack after all.
“Alright then. What’s your name?”
“I’m Noah Reid.”
I nodded, jotting it down. Then I paused, drumming my fingers against the table. I never did figure out exactly how I was going to do this. Honestly, I’d hoped that I’d have a little more time before all the men started coming after me.
I figured that I’d just ask them some simple questions and see if the men ended up merrily swimming in a sea of red flags.
So far, I wasn’t getting any weird vibes from this guy. Nothing creepy or sociopathic yet. At the very least I was in a public space in the sunlight, so I probably wasn’t going to be murdered or anything like that.
Honestly, Noah the alpha seemed perfectly nice, and only a little bit stupid.
I leaned back at the table, getting comfortable.
“So tell me, why do you want to join my brother’s pack?”
It was only the first day of Titus’s ridiculous plan, and already I was stuck interviewing three alphas. It was starting to cut into my study time.
How was I going to prove my academic potential if I didn’t ace my quiz on the erogenous zones around the anus and within the anal valves?
What about the geometry homework that I had with my online classes? What if this little project pushed back my timeline to graduating?
It was fine. This was fine. I could handle it. I would just have to shuffle things around.
Skimming over my notes, I decided what exactly I would include in my text to Titus.
Me: Interviewed Jagger. Nothing technically wrong with him, besides being fucking annoying.
Titus: Really? You thought he was annoying?
Me: The guy wouldn’t stop talking about what he found hot & not, and THEN started giving me suggestions.
Titus: You think he’s going to piss off other omegas?
Me: He’s attractive sure, but I’d rather eat glass than hook up with him.
Titus: What about Blade? What did you think of him?
Me: Blade is the first guy I’ve spoken to who wasn’t trying to get into your pants.
Titus: Really? He wasn’t into me?
Me: I think he’s just straight
Titus: You think he’d be good for my pack?
Me: Well, he’s not a psychopath. So he’s got that going for him.
Titus: That’s high praise, coming from you.
Me: If you want me to say nice things about the guys I’m interviewing, pick better guys.