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“Hello, my spicy sausage,” I greet.
“Really, that’s what you call me? A fucking sausage?”
“Yep.” I swallow a giggle. “Because you love the spice, and you love the?—”
She cuts me off. “No. Where the fuck are you going?”
“Well, since I knew you were going to call, I decided to fill you in en route to a black-market scent blocker dealer.” I give her the elaborated truth, because I’m dramatic like that.
“What the fuck are you thinking?” she hisses. “Scent blockers, heat suppressants, and the like are freaking illegal, Aria. If you get caught with those, there is no telling what trouble you’d be in, not to mention what it will do to your body.”
“Oh, me?” I plop on the bus bench and take a deep breath after ensuring I’m alone. “Well, you sent your little friend that you play games with?—”
“Call of Duty.”
“That, to pick me up from work and take me home, only his brother needed to be picked up as well, and let me tell you, that was interesting to say the least.”
“Tell me more.” Cayenne presses.
I am not about to tell her about how absolutely drool worthy Dash is, so I naturally change the subject. “I woke up with motivation today.”
“Oh.” She audibly winces. “You hate motivation.”
“Never ends well for me, and you will discover why.” I clear my throat. “I decided to do laundry, but the laundromat’s dryers were out.”
“All of them?” She sounds surprised.
“Yeah, all of them. I know, it caught me off guard too.” I snort. “And then I had to drag my wet laundry two blocks in the opposite direction to the next laundromat.”
“You are going to be so sore tomorrow.”
“Luckily, it’s my day off, so I can rot in peace,” I tell her. “Anyway, there they were, across the street at some bullshit something going on.”
“Did you stay out of sight?” She goes on alert.
I roll my eyes, which she can’t see, just as the bus rolls around the corner. “No idea. I was dragging a wet laundry basket.”
“On it,” she replies, likely checking security footage.
“Thank you,” I mumble as I pull out my transportation card and stand to wait for the bus. I kick a stone and watch it tumble into the street. “There they were, playing knight in shining armor. Malachi, Quinn, and Dash.”
Malachi, with his towering presence and eyes that seemed to see right through me. Quinn, all boyish charm and barely concealed strength. And Dash, infuriatingly attractive with those oiled abs. They appeared out of nowhere, offering to help with my laundry, their attention both thrilling and terrifying. I barely managed to stammer out a refusal before fleeing, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Oh, love the name. How dark is he?” Cayenne asks eagerly.
I sigh. “You’re obsessed. It’s a problem.”
“I don’t think it is,” she scoffs. “You know how I like them big and?—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I snap out and smile at the driver who is probably wondering if I’m having a stroke. I hop on the bus, swipe my card, and take a seat near the emergency door. “Three of them followed me home.”
Her laughter hurts my ears.
“Oh, that’s rich!” she squeals. “Did they scent you?”
Why isn’t she acting like this is serious?
“No.” I shift in my seat. There is only one other person on the bus besides me, and he’s asleep in the front. “However, I used the onion trick.”
