Page 27 of The Rejected Omega

I exit the kitchen, round the corner to table two, and stop and stare. Connor is in the booth, taking up more space than any one person has a right to.

He has the gall to smile at me.

I march up to him. “Is this a joke? Did you follow me?”

“Bit stalker-ish, no?”

“I’m serious. What are you doing here?”

“Getting a burger.”

I don’t bother taking out my order pad.

“Which your original waitress could've gotten you. I’ve got a twelve-top birthday party waiting on me.”

“I wanted to see you.”

My omega stirs. “You just?—”

“More of you.”

“I’ll see you next Wednesday. Until then?—”

“It's not enough.”

Heat crawls up my cheeks. He’s trying to worm his way back into my good graces, and I can’t let it happen.

“You don't just get to storm back into town and demand my time. Who told you I work here?”

Connor rolls his eyes. “Give me a little credit, Birdy. You were wearing a Murray’s Grill shirt at our session, and your hairsmells like the grease from their kitchen. Pat uses peanut oil. No shower last night?”

Of course he’d have a sharp fucking nose. I want to smack him. Ididn’tshower, and I currently feel disgusting, thank you very much.

“Can you also smell which line cook I’m fucking?”

His eyes flash dangerously, his scent jumping. “You don’t smell like any male. You don’t smell like much of anything, actually. Coffee, ink, fry grease. No natural scent. Odd, for an omega.”

Lovely. “My three callings.”

“Whyareyou working so many jobs, on top of school?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “This isn’t social hour. Order, or I’m going to get your original waitress.”

He sighs dramatically. “I’ll have my usual.”

I start rattling off without thinking. “Number 12, add bacon and avocado? Sub fries for onion rings? Bottled Mexican Coke.”

He’s silent, and when I glance up he wears a smile that catches me in its aura and threatens to pull me under.

“You remember.”

I break our gaze and thumb the fabric of my apron pocket. “It’s my job to remember.”

He passes me the laminated menu, and I take it without meeting his eyes.

“I’m not trying to bother you, Birdy. I get a burger here every time I come to town. Pat’s a wizard.”

“Pat retired.”

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