I was getting closer to throwing Robin out of the room by the second. “You’re here to help me
come up with a plan, not criticise my choice in men.”
Robin sighed. “Fine. One thing Jesse has done is a couple of publicity stunts to endear people to him. Doing a
duet with you will have definitely helped, and opening that youth centre was a stroke of marketing genius.”
“I don’t think that’s why Jesse and Isaac opened the youth centre.”
Robin got up and started to pace.
“Maybe you could come up with a similar thing.” He clicked his fingers. “You could fund research into epilepsy
medication for rare shifters.”
“I already give money to the main epilepsy charity.”
Robin stopped. “Why didn’t I know that?”
I shrugged. “Because it’s no one’s business?” My accountant was instructed to donate ten per cent of all my
earnings anonymously to an epilepsy charity. “Because I’m not doing it to make people like me?” I didn’t need
any thanks, and I definitely didn’t want the media making a big deal out of it.
“The next time you do an interview, we’ll find a way to drop that in. I’ll feed the interviewer a question so it comes
out naturally.”
“No, Robin.”
“Trust me, if you decide to go public with your relationship, you’re going to need all the positive press you can
get.”
I shook my head. “It’s not negotiable, Robin. That information stays between us. You’re literally the only person
who knows other than my accountant. Trust me, if it gets leaked to the press, I will sue your arse.”
Robin’s face paled.
“Besides, why does it matter who I’m dating?” I demanded.
“Haven’t I just explained?”
“Yes, but it’s already common knowledge that I’ve hooked up with omegas in the past.”
“Maybe, but you’ve never dated anyone before,” Robin pointed out. “And you’ve never slept with anyone that old.”
“Austin’s not old.”
Robin folded his arms. “He could be your dad. You must know the media will focus on that?”
I’d hoped they wouldn’t care.
Robin sat opposite me. “If you really want to go public, then I’ll find an interviewer who’ll be sympathetic, but you
need to decide if you want to damage your career over a fling.”
“It’s more than a fling.”
Robin narrowed his eyes and stared at my shoulders. “You’re not mates, are you?”
“No.” Not yet anyway.
“If you had to end up dating an older guy, why couldn’t it at least have been an alpha? That would have been so
much easier to spin.”
“Why?”
Robin wiped his hand over his face again. “Because everyone understands why omegas and alphas fall for each
other. We’re biologically attracted to each other’s scents. An omega can’t help another omega through a heat.”
I wanted to point out that was far from true, but I knew it would fall on deaf ears. Like so many shifters, it was
clear Robin didn’t understand how two omegas could be attracted to each other, even though it wasn’t as rare as
he seemed to think.
“At least you won’t get pregnant,” Robin said.
Something must have changed on my face because Robin’s expression became almost distraught. His lips
drooped, and deep worry lines slashed across his forehead. He aged roughly ten years in ten seconds.
“You’re thinking of having kids with him, aren’t you?”
I didn’t move. I wasn’t going to speak to Robin about something like that when I hadn’t got my thoughts straight
on the subject. The only person I would talk to about having children would be Austin.
“How would that even work?” Robin shook his head. “Do yourself and your career a favour. Keep your relationship
with Austin Steele secret for as long as possible. Better yet, break up with him.”
I clenched my fists as anger surged through me. “That’s not gonna happen. I’m not ashamed of Austin. I love him.
I’m happy for everyone to know that.”
Robin pursed his lips. “And he feels the same way?”
“Yes.”
Austin might not have been quite as gung-ho about it as I was, but he’d agreed to go public when we’d spoken.
“Then I’ll talk to Flannigan and organise an interview. There’s a chat show based in a studio in D.C. The host is
publicly open about his relationship with another omega. Beau Jordan? You might have heard of him?”
I shook my head. I didn’t watch British chat shows, let alone American ones.
“I’ll see if he can squeeze you into his show on Saturday night.”
“I have a concert on Saturday night.”
Robin looked at me as though I was stupid. “You don’t say? It’ll have to be pre-recorded.” He breathed in deeply. “
I still
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