Page 19 of His Sassy Omega
“Yes. Well, all sweets, all of them. Sugar. Chocolate. In general, what are your thoughts?”
He shook his head. “Oh no, I don’t eat sugar.”
I gulped. “Ever.”
“Never.”
And. We. Were. Done.
Abort, my mind screamed, abort now, while my wolf whined. Probably because I’d put myself through this torture, when we’d already met our mate.
I pushed my plate away, even though I was nowhere near finished.
“I don’t think this is going to work.” I said quietly. “I’m very sorry.”
He nodded, clearly having already come to the same conclusion. “I understand.” He stood up, graceful in his unhurried movement.
“May I drive you home?” I asked – because I was still being a gentleman – while hoping he would say no. We’d met at the restaurant, but he’d told me he didn’t drive, so I assumed he’d taken a car service. The least I could do was save him the ride fare.
He shook his head. “My father is waiting in the parking lot.”
I blinked again. He probably thought I had some weird eye condition, with the amount of blinking I was doing. Maybe I wasn’t actually blinking. Maybe my eyes had taken to twitching. It seemed probable after the day I’d had.
“I see.” I really didn’t see. Not at all. He was an adult. Had his father chaperoned him? Did people still do that?
My wolf snickered again, with no trace of sympathy.You wanted a good little house omega, what did you expect? That they would drive?
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” he told me. “I do hope you find what you are looking for.”
I watched him leave the restaurant, and sat back down with a huff, my bad mood from this morning returning. Dammit, I was finishing my steak. It was a damn good steak. Thick and juicy, seasoned to perfection, and the perfect amount of rare.
What the hell had he meant by he’d hoped I’d find what I was looking for? I’d thought he was exactly what I was looking for. Clearly, I was wrong. So very wrong. Maybe I needed someone not quite so traditional, but still somewhat traditional? Who was I kidding? It was clear I didn’t have a clue what I wanted, not really. I wanted to make my father happy, even though he’d been gone for so long. I wanted to be the alpha he’d expected me to be.
But what about what you want?my wolf questioned.When do you get what you want?
I pulled out my phone, and hit my contacts for Wade.
“Why are you calling me?” his snarky, slightly nasally, ‘I have a cold’ voice demanded. “Aren’t you off finding your perfect omega?” His tone told me exactly what he thought of my plan. He’d also never been shy about his opinions of my plan, or any of the ‘appropriate’ people I had dated.
Chewing, I grimaced, and countered, “Why aren’t you passed out on cold medicine?”
“I slept all freaking day,” he snuffled into the phone. “Now I’ll probably be up all night, and be shit tomorrow, while I try to unravel the mess you’ve made of your calendar.”
“I see someone is being extra tonight.” I scooped a bite of potato in my mouth, savoring the butter, cheese, sour cream and bacon. It was loaded with everything they could load it with. Yum, carbs.
He blew his nose in my ear. “I was born extra. It’s like you don’t even know me. Now, answer my question.”
“The date is over,” I told him. “He wasn’t for me, or I wasn’t for him. We weren’t for each other. No chemistry.”
“I wasn’t aware chemistry was on your list of criteria,” he primly pointed out to me.
“Oh, someone has jokes tonight.” I was regretting calling him already. I should have called one of my brothers, but I didn’t want to be harassed by them either. None of them thought my quest for a perfect, traditional omega was a great idea.
I had to admit Wade was probably right. I hadn’t put chemistry into the mix of my wants. I guess I had just assumed when I found the right omega, the chemistry would be a guaranteed thing.
Quinn’s face flashed in my mind, his wild hair, and shining eyes, and I pushed it away. I needed to stop thinking about him.
“He’s a vegetarian,” I told him.
