Page 24 of His Sassy Omega
“He’s okay,” I told him, feeling my cheeks flush. The kitchen was hot, I’d been baking all day, that was all. How many times had I repeated that to myself the last few days?
“On the eyes, yeah, but…” He shuddered again. “Not my type.”
“Well, your type usually has breasts.”
“That is a fact.” He smiled, then pushed back from the table. “I’m gonna lock up, and get out of here. Be in early tomorrow. Got orders to fill.”
I laughed lightly at him, feeling a little less stressed. Which was a miracle, considering I was going to be seeing Lachlan Sinclair in just a few hours. I’d been edgy and twitchy all day, my skin feeling too tight for my bones. Like I was missing something, and just couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
I had no idea what was wrong with me, and could only put it off to seeing him again. He made me feel things I didn’t want to feel. The man had invaded my dreams, making my sleep less than restful. I kept telling myself I was just tired, and not full of anticipation for the upcoming meeting with him. I’d slept like shit the night before, my dreams plagued by a big silver wolf, with ice blue eyes.
It was business between us, nothing more.
So, what if I’d perfected some of my savory scone recipes, and come up with a new brownie recipe to present him with this evening at the tasting? I was always messing with new recipes. I didn’t make those brownies just for Lachlan. The fact that I’d used two different chocolates, and filled them with raspberry jam, meant nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Chapter Seven
Quinn
I slid the plate with the brownies in front of Lachlan, squirming a little in my seat. Just watching him sample the goodies I’d put on the tasting tray had been an experience in my self-control. The alpha’s facial expressions alone, each time he took a bite of something, had me thinking dirty thoughts.
Was that what he looked like during sex? Was that his ‘I’m about to come’ face?
Goddess, my dick was already half hard in my jeans. I was grateful there was a table between us, and he couldn’t see my cock pressing against the tight denim. I could feel dampness, dripping from between my ass cheeks. I’d be lucky if I didn’t have a wet spot on the back of my jeans when I stood up. I’d never been this wet before, and we hadn’t even touched.
“This is something new.” I told him, as I held out a brownie square, tempting him. “I whipped it up this morning, so you’re actually my first taste tester.”
He glanced up at me through his lashes. He had incredibly dark, ridiculously long lashes that women would kill for, that did nothing to hide his blue, blue eyes.
“You haven’t tried them?” he questioned.
“I always try my batters before they go in the oven,” I told him. “I tried a square, but I meant the general public hasn’t tried them. If you like it, I can put it on the brunch menu for you.”
He picked up the brownie and looked it over, his pupils darkening.
I felt myself blush, wanting for him to love it, while at the same time telling myself his opinion didn’t matter to me one bit. That I hadn’t had him in my mind while coming up with this ridiculous concoction of chocolate goodness.
He took a bite, and my eyes were glued to his face, waiting for his reaction. He savored the piece of chocolate in his mouth. His tongue swirling as he chewed, the lids of his eyes falling closed. I was holding my breath, and I told myself to relax.
He swallowed, and the sexiest moan I’d ever heard issued from his mouth. My cock jerked and I felt a drop of precum pool into the material of my boxer briefs. Heat raged through me, heat like I’d felt that first day he’d stood in my bakery. If it wasn’t for the birth control I took religiously, I would have thought I was going into heat. Thanks to the little pills, I only had one heat a year, and it was months away. Desire swirled in my stomach, almost making me dizzy with the ferocity of it.
It was like watching and listening to food porn. I think I’d just found a new kink. Watching Lachlan, listening to the sounds he made as he enjoyed the brownie, was beyond sexy.
He opened his eyes, his pupils blown, the blue barely visible.
“Oh. My. God.” Sound, low and sultry, issued from the back of his throat. “That is better than sex. Seriously.”
I felt my cheeks burn hotter, either from watching him or the praise, I didn’t know which. “You’ve been having sex with the wrong people.”
His laugh startled me. It was a good laugh, a true laugh straight from his belly, and reached his eyes. “You’re not wrong.” He stared at me another heartbeat, then licked the chocolate crumbs from his full bottom lip. “Is that raspberry in the middle?”
I nodded, crazily pleased at his reaction. “The bottom is fudgy, dark chocolate. The middle is raspberry preserves I make myself.” Boasting a little. “The top is milk chocolate, mixed with semi-sweet chips.”
I felt myself rushing forward with words, babbling to justify my choices, even though he clearly loved it. “I like to mix my chocolates sometimes. Too much dark is decadent and rich, but you can only eat a little. Too much milk can be overly sweet. I like the balance of the two.” I just kept rambling on, unable to shut myself up.
He kept staring at me, as he finished off the rest of the brownie in two big bites. He took his time, licking each one of his long fingers. My eyes watched the trail of his tongue, and my ass gushed slick profusely. I could hear my breathing, halted and harsh in my ears.
