Page 15 of His Sassy Omega
“That alpha,” Josh whispered again. “The one from this morning. The mean one.”
I sighed, stopping my folding. “First, stop whispering,” I ordered. “Second, what the fuck does he want?”
“You.”
My green eyes widened, and I felt that same rush of heat whoosh through my body, like a forest fire.
“I mean, he asked to speak to you. He was being polite this time. A bit formal.”
“Well, that makes it all better then, doesn’t it?” I wiped my hands on a dishtowel.
I glanced down at my apron, the one that had a black cat drinking a cup of coffee on it, and said ‘I do what I want’. It had been a gift from Wade. An appropriate one. I was a black leopard, who loved coffee, and did what I wanted.
It was also a practical gift. No matter what I did, I always managed to get ingredients on me. I had flour here and there. Probably other things on me too. I didn’t care. Baking was messy, I don’t care what you saw on any of those food shows. If you weren’t making a mess, you weren’t doing it right.
Josh was silent, not knowing what to say to my sass, and glanced over his shoulder, out the little window of the swinging door. Looking at Lachlan, I imagined.
“Tell him he can come back,” I finally said.
“Back here?” His whisper was back.
I didn’t blame him. This was my sanctuary. It was a no-fly zone for anyone but me. Or Josh, because he was apprenticing. It was not for thegeneral public. I didn’t even let Wade back here. If I was going to have to deal with Lachlan Sinclair again, I was doing it on my turf.
“Yep, back here.”
Josh disappeared back to the front, and I took a deep, steadying breath.
I had no doubt that Wade had passed on my message, and Lachlan was here to plead his case. I knew the man had a ridiculous sweet tooth. I knew so much about him from Wade, I sometimes felt like I knew him already.
The door made its swishing sound, and there he was; taking up too much space in my good-sized kitchen. It was an odd feeling, for me to have to look up to someone. There were just enough inches between us, that I had to tilt my head back a smidgeon.
He stood there, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his charcoal gray suit. It fit the man like a glove, showing off his broad shoulders and chest, his long legs, with their thick thighs. Probably showed off his ass to perfection too, if the suit jacket didn’t cover it.
God, I did love some good suit porn, and he wore his suits to perfection.
I raised a brow at him and waited for him to speak.
He had the good grace to look a little sheepish. He appraised my kitchen, his blue eyes missing nothing, before falling back to me. He took a breath in through his nose, then closed his eyes as if savoring the smells and let it slowly out through his mouth.
I had a batch of scones baking, for the morning. The lemon scent filled the air, along with a batch of brownies in another oven. The air smelled lemony, along with the scent of milk chocolate from the brownies. The scents shouldn’t mingle well together, but the kitchen smelled amazing.
He opened his eyes and nailed me with his ice-blue gaze. My breath hitched in my chest. The man was gorgeous, I couldn’t deny it, and he made all my nerve endings tingle. My slick had finally stopped flowing, but I felt it start up again.
No other alpha had ever affected me as he did. I mean, I got slick when I had sex, but this…this was something else entirely. It was as if I’d sat in a puddle.
Never had I randomly started gushing from just being in the same room with someone. It was disconcerting and beyond annoying.
I waited for him to speak first. I wasn’t going to make this easy on him, and I hadn’t decided if I was going to budge on my ban against him. I was stubborn, and it was going to depend on what he said, and how he acted.
He cleared his throat.
Was he nervous? I didn’t expect that from him. In my mind, he always struck me as self-assured and confident. Wade complained that he was the most unorganized person he had ever met, but Wade was OCD when it came to stuff like that, so I usually took his ramblings with a grain of salt. Wade also had said the man was brilliant when it came to numbers, and anything financial, but people weren’t really his strong suit, so maybe he was nervous.
I watched his face, as he silently read my apron. His lips turned up at the corners in an almost smile, before he seemed to catch himself.
“I wanted to come and apologize for my behavior this morning,” he finally spoke.
I raised an eyebrow. “You should apologize.”
