Page 13 of His Sassy Omega
How did he know this? It hadn’t even been an hour. Had Quinn dialed him as soon as I had made it outside?
BossMan:Do you have spies?
This wasn’t the first time I’d posed this question to him. He always seemed to know everything, about everything. God help me if he and my mom ever teamed up together.
I could almost hear his fingers hitting the keys, as I watched the little icon that said ‘BestPAEver is typing….’
BestPAEver:You know Quinn is my best friend, you wanker! Best. Friend. How do you think I always have goodies for you? I get to officially taste test new recipes, and I always share them with you. I’m nice like that. How do you think I knew about the savory scones? They aren’t even on the menu yet! You almost got both of us banned! But I at least can keep getting my coffee every morning. My coffee. Not yours. That was made explicitly clear to me. I’m no longer allowed any goodies during the week, so that I can’t be a “traitor, and give them to the utter dick of an asshat you work for behind my back.” That was a direct quote, by the way.
My heart sank. No more specialty coffee? With the mocha, and the peppermint, and the chocolate shavings, and whatever other hocus pocus wizardry they used to make it the sheer perfection it was? No more cookies? No cupcakes with that frosting I wanted to lick off someone’s naughty parts? No more scones?
I would die. Truly die. Even my wolf was whimpering.
BossMan:How do I fix this?
Groveling wasn’t beneath me.
Not where Quinn’s baked goods were involved.
BestPAEver:Go APOLOGIZE, you arse!
That seemed so simple. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
I felt like my brain had short-circuited when our hands had touched.
BossMan:So, I just say I’m sorry?
Instead of an answer, Wade sent a gif, of a person laughing so hard they fell out of their office chair.
Well, that wasn’t helpful.
I glanced at my watch, knowing the conference room was already filled with the board of directors, all waiting on me. They could wait. My name was on the damn door and their paychecks, after all. That had to mean something. This was more important. I had to make this right.
BestPAEver:Ohhhh, a simple I’m sorry isn’t going to cut it. You need to grovel like you’ve never groveled before. DO NOT go all alpha on him. He doesn’t respond to that. At all.
He’ll just get defensive and he is already PISSED. Like, he stopped using cuss words when hewastalking to me, pissed. When that happens, he’s scary mad. Like ‘I will hide your body and help them look for you’ pissed.
Grovel. I could do that, no problem. My wolf started laughing.
I would do a lot for those cookies Quinn made. Even grovel.
BestPAEver:By the way, don’t forget your date tonight.
Wade switched subjects like he changed his hair color, frequent and often, but I was used to it.
His mind was always whirling in a thousand different directions, and I’d learned to pivot.
My date tonight. I sighed, feeling nothing of the excitement I should be feeling.
I’d been delighted about it last week when I’d made the plans. Now it just left a bad feeling in my stomach. This was what I’d wanted, wasn’t it? I’d one hundred percent thought so, until this morning.
Now…now going on this date, it just felt all wrong.
BossMan:I won’t forget. I’m a capable alpha, even when you aren’t here.
BestPAEver:Oh, that’s some funny stuff! Keep telling yourself that.I’m not the one that got myself banned from my favorite bakery.
Chapter Four
