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And I think that’s the dangerous part of this whole arrangement.

CHAPTER 15

Beckham

“You did a good job with the paps on the way out,” I say, smiling down at Andi. Her apartment is so close to the beach, you can smell the ocean breeze in the air.

She leans against her doorframe with a returning grin. It’s far more relaxed and casual than the ones she pasted onto her face on the way into the restaurant.

With each squeeze of my pounding heart, I have to stop the urge to take a step forward and into her apartment. I already knew I was pushing boundaries, coming in earlier with those flowers, but I seriously couldn’t help it.

If things were different, maybe I’d get an invitation inside.

“All thanks to you,” she says.

“You should head in now. It’s a bit chilly. Wouldn’t want you to freeze.”

“How considerate of you,” she says, straightening. Her eyes dart between mine as an awkward pause fills the air between us.

She’s strikingly beautiful. Her makeup is done differently today than it was on set yesterday. Maybe because she did it herself.

She’s really damn good at it. It accentuates all her best features. Her cute button nose, her sharp eyes, her ridiculously kissable lips.

“I... should go,” I say, awkwardly clearing my throat.

“Goodnight, Beck. Thank you for tonight.”

“Night, Starlight. Dream sweet for me.”

She offers me one final smile, paired with a roll of her eyes before shutting the door.

It takes me a second to collect myself before I head back to the elevator. My foot taps against the tile, my mind racing a million miles a minute, right alongside my heart.

The moment I wrench open the door to the backseat and meet Eli’s gaze in the rear-view mirror, he knows something is up.

“Everything good?” His brows draw down in concern as he drums his thumbs against the steering wheel.

A thumb I’ve sucked into my mouth during my heat⁠—

Holy shit, where did that thought come from?

My burnt caramel perfume leaks from me. It’s one of the things I hate about my omega status. I can’t even be horny in peace.

Maybe I’m all worked up because I was sitting next to Andi all night. There’s just something about how calming her perfume was and how stunning she looked in that dress of hers. It had me grateful for the fact I was sitting down, because I was definitely hard for her under the table.

“I need to go to the studio,” I say, drumming my own fingers against my lap in a complex, anxious rhythm.

“It’s pretty late—” Leo’s words die on his tongue the moment he glances up from his phone to see my face in the backseat. “I guess we’re going to the studio.”

The two of them have been friends with me long enough to know that when I have a creative itch, it needs to be scratched, or else I’m insufferable

“You guys don’t have to stay with me, you can just drop me off and I’ll call an Uber or something back home⁠—”

“We’ll stay,” Eli scoffs.

“I didn’t have any other plans for the night.” Leo shrugs.

“You guys are the best,” I say, slumping back into my seat.