Page 10 of His Sassy Omega
“You want the owner?” He didn’t sound concerned at all.
That should have been my first clue that this wasn’t going to end well for me. Most people, most omegas, would have shown some fear, or trepidation, at least.
I hated when they did. Hated that I could make someone fear me, by just my voice, and my size and orientation.
Not this omega. He wasn’t scared of me at all. I would be able to smell it on him if he was. I smelled nothing but his natural scent of cookies, with a bit of cinnamon. He smelled like cookies, because why wouldn’t he?
He would smell like something I loved. Warm chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven.
My mouth did not water from the smell of him, and my cock did not get any chub. It didn’t.
I finally noticed the silence filling the shop. It was as if every single person in there was holding their breath. Just watching the big bad alpha wolf terrorize the little omega – I sniffed – cat? He was definitely a shifter, not a human, and some kind of feline.
I took a deeper whiff, smelling beyond the pheromones he was putting off, trying to figure out just what exactly he was. A cat for sure. Not a housecat, or lion or tiger, but something else, because they smelled differently than he did. I just couldn’t put my finger on it quite yet. He smelled like heaven, but I refused to acknowledge that fact.
“I want the owner,” I repeated, my voice a growl.
He held up one slender finger, in the universal sign of ‘hang on a second’. His hands were lean, like the rest of him. His fingers long, and something about the way he moved his hands, made my wolf howl. His hands were beautiful. The way he moved them was graceful and almost mesmerizing. I couldn’t tear my eyes from his hands.
When had I started finding hands beautiful? I didn’t know, but I did know that I desperately wanted to feel those hands on me.
Touching me. Stroking me. Inside me.
“I’ll go get him.”
He went through the swinging doors, and I resisted the urge to tap one foot. I thought I heard the other employee behind the counter snort. My pointed look in his direction had him ducking his head, hiding his face from my view. He fussed with one of the many coffee machines, then quickly took care of ringing up the customer that had been behind me. The one I had rudely moved in front of.
I made a point of pulling out my phone and scrolling through my emails, just so I didn’t have to address the many eyes I felt on my back. I was being a total ass. I knew I was.
I wasn’t normally a rude or unkind person, I wasn’t. My behavior was so unlike me, but I was in a mood and didn’t feel like reining myself in. Everyone was allowed to have a bad day, and today was my day.
God help me if any of my brothers saw me behaving this way. I’d never hear the end of it.
Brendan would shake his head, and say “Really Lach?” in his quiet, disapproving voice.
Finn would just stare at me, his face like granite, unsmiling, and not say a word. He didn’t need to; I knew what he would be thinking. Finn was the master of not saying a word, while still seeing straight into your soul.
My breathing picked up, my chest growing tight, as I tried to look around to see if anyone was filming our exchange with their cell phones. I was not behaving in a proper manner for the Sinclair Alpha heir, and I knew it. The last thing I needed was for this to wind up on some internet site. This was exactly the kind of behavior, and public situation, my father had always warned me about avoiding.
In my defense, I desperately needed my caffeine and sugar fix. Wade calling in sick had thrown my entire day off even more than it had alreadybeen. As much as I liked to say I didn’t need him, we both knew it was a complete and total lie.
I might be an alpha, and run a billion-dollar company, but I was complete shit with organization. I much preferred numbers and spreadsheets over people. Well, socializing with people anyway. I generally liked people; I just didn’t like being the center of attention. I always felt like all eyes were on me, all the time.
Watching me. Judging me. Waiting for me to dosomethingthat wouldn’t be deemed appropriate behavior. Like the way I was behaving right now.
I could command a board room, but I’d swallow a roll of tums before I did it. I rubbed at the tight ball that had taken up residence in my chest.
Being the center of any attention gave me fucking anxiety.
Wade was constantly telling me I needed to relax.
Running The Sinclair Foundation called for good instincts, watchful eyes, and a sharp mind. Relaxation did not belong in any of that. If I kept myself fueled with sweet treats and even sweeter coffee, that was my business. It was my way of coping with my life. I just ran extra miles to offset the calories.
I looked up when I heard the swish of the swinging doors, my eyes narrowed into slits. Either the omega had a twin, or the one I’d been harassing – yeah, I said it – was the owner. Wade’s friend. Wade’s best friend. There was a good chance this was all going to end badly for me.
He’d pulled his hair from the ponytail, and I sucked in a breath at all those wild curls. They tumbled about his head in messy disarray, coming to rest just on the tops of his shoulders.
His hair was thick and couldn’t seem to decide what color it wanted to be. The wild mixture of brown, auburn, and red was even more visible now that it was out of the confines of the rubber band.
