Page 22 of His Sassy Omega
Me:My God, I overslept. Everyone, calm down. What’s going on? And Finn, get over it. Wade’s the best PA I’ve ever had. You didn’t need to call my office, you chose to. Whatever issues you’re having are self-inflicted.
Jamie:We need to discuss Christmas Eve dinner. Mom is out of control. Can you guys come by the club tomorrow night to discuss?
I immediately thought of my meeting with Quinn, and Quinn’s baked goods. His eyes, and wild hair, those beautiful hands of his, and his enticing smell.
Nope, no can do. Hard pass. I wasn’t missing that meeting.
Me:I can’t tomorrow, I have a meeting. Thursday would be better for me.
Finn:Me too. I have late clinic hours tomorrow for special patients.
I could almost hear Jamie huff over the text line.
Jamie:Fine, Thursday night at Playgrounds. Does seven work for everyone? I’m warning you now, I have an event going on that night, so no comments from anyone. Lach, I’m talking to you.
Me:What did I do? What kind of event?
Jamie:Santa will be in the club.
I shrugged, not really understanding why Santa being at the club would be a big deal. A kink club seemed an odd choice to have Santa at all, but maybe there was a kink for that too.
Brendan:Will it get you off our backs?
Jamie:I could keep all the inside info I have for what Mom has planned to myself. It doesn’t really concern me anyway. Your choice. Lach on the other hand might need to worry…
Brendan:Don’t be a brat, Jamie, just because you’re the youngest.
Jamie:I’m not one of your boys, Bren, don’t talk to me like I am.
Me:Enough! We’ll all be there. Thursday at 7. Everyone, get back to work. Except you Jamie, you…do whatever you do in daylight hours.
Sometimes, being the oldest was a pain in my ass.
Chapter Six
Quinn
I stared at the envelope that had come in the mail, then at all the new orders that had come in online, and rubbed a hand over my face. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was close to three. Almost closing time. The lunch crowd should be gone.
I called out to Josh and waited for him to make his way into the kitchen. The bell over the door would alert us to any late customers.
He sat down across from me, at the little table I had installed in one corner. I had an office for my paperwork and another room in the back that we used for breaks and such.
I slid the invitation over to him and waited while he read it.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed excitedly. “This is big! This is awesome!”
The Sweet Spot had been invited to run one of the booths at the Sweet Alps annual Holiday Festival. The festival was open every weekend in December, through Christmas Eve. Local food vendors were invited by invitation only each year, to participate. There were local crafters, Santa for the kids, and other various holiday-themed activities. It was also by invitation only.
It was kind of a big deal, in our little piece of the world, and last year I hadn’t had any hopes of being invited. We’d barely been open a year then, and had still been finding our footing.
“What’s that face you're making, and why?” Josh demanded.
I slid the stack of online orders over to him. “This isn’t all of them. I…I don’t know if we can do this, plus the festival.” I heard the hesitancy in my voice, not sure where it was coming from. I was never one to back down from any challenge. I’d always been the one that said get it done, and we’ll deal with the fallout later.
But we had so many orders! Sooo many! There were just the two of us. The girls could work the counter, but they couldn’t bake. I didn’t want to turn down any business, but I was beginning to think I would have to.
Josh flipped through the orders, his brow furrowing, nodding to himself. “You know what we need?”
