Page 55 of His Sassy Omega
“I’ve been spoiled with my hires. They’ve all been great from the start.” I let out a loud yawn. I needed to get to bed. I was going to be dead on my feet tomorrow, but I didn’t want this day to end. I liked being with him.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He nudged me up with his leg. “It’s way past your bedtime.”
I stood, stretching, and popping my back. “Are you going to tuck me in?” I teased.
He folded the blanket and placed it where I kept it on the back of the couch.
“Yes.” He followed me into my bedroom, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I hadn’t been tucked in since I was about ten years old. Did I just get in bed, under the covers?
What was the tucking someone in protocol?
I slid between my blankets and sheets, settling on my pillow. Lachlan sat on the edge of the bed, his hip by my thigh. “When can I see you again?”
I mentally went over my schedule for the upcoming week. I wanted to see him, even if it surprised me that I felt that way. The date had been wonderful, and the sex after was mind-blowing. My behavior after was not so great. But he’d come back and today had been good.
It had been easy.
It had been really wonderful.
I’d expected it to be stressful, or awkward, but it hadn’t been. Conversation came easily between us, as did the silences. Beyond a few chaste kisses nothing today had been remotely sexual, and he seemed okay with that. He’d genuinely seemed happy playing cards with Gigi, and watching me inmy kitchen, at the small table I’d parked him at. He’d let me do my thing, without interference, or being annoyed.
He’d taken care of me tonight, seen to my needs first and that had been….everything. I was still processing how it all made me feel. It was so different from anything I’d experienced before, with anyone.
“I’d like to say tomorrow, but full disclosure I’m going to be so busy this week, I will probably just come home and collapse. I won’t be fit company for anyone. So realistically, probably not until we make the delivery for your office brunch on Friday.”
Leo would have thrown a fit at not seeing me for a week, and I reminded myself that Lachlan wasn’t Leo. Lachlan was like no one I’d ever met before. He made me feel things I’d never felt before. He made me want things I’d never wanted before or had ever even thought I’d want.
It was too soon for all of the crazy emotions I was feeling. Too fast. It was confusing and terrifying and thrilling, and way too fast. I desperately wanted more of it, even while a small part of me wanted to run in the opposite direction.
He kissed my forehead, in one of his barely felt kisses. Just his warm lips barely brushing against my skin, yet my toes curled.
“I’ll see you Friday then,” he whispered, pecking my lips for one last taste. “I will text you though. If you’re busy just respond when you can. It will make me feel better. Call it an alpha thing, I guess. I just want to make sure you haven’t collapsed into baked goods and need rescuing.”
“Would you be rescuing me or the baked goods?” I joked.
He smirked and moved one hand in a back-and-forth motion. “Fifty-fifty. Might depend on what baked goods you fall face-first into. If it comes down between you and the scones, well…”
I barked out a laugh and gave his arm a shove. “I’ll see you Friday.”
I wanted to grab his hand and ask him to get in bed with me, even if it was only to wrap me inallof him and sleep. I wanted to feel his strong arms, corded with those thick muscles around me. Wanted to feel his hot breath ghosting against the back of my neck, as we both slipped into sleep. Wanted to feel his cock nestled in the crack of my ass. Wanted to be surrounded by the scent of him on my skin.
Thankfully, before I could voice any of those thoughts, Lachlan slipped quietly from my bedroom. I heard him slip out the front door and the rattle of the knob, as he checked to make sure the door locked behind him. It was a small gesture, yet it made me feel protected, cherished, and adored.
I huffed into my pillow, annoyed with myself and all thesefeelingsI was having. It wasn’t me, and I wasn’t in a good head space right now to process any of it. Nope, I was going to sleep, and wouldn’t think about him for the next few days.
My cat snickered at me. Even he knew I was lying.
Chapter Fifteen
Quinn
I was busy in the bakery kitchen the next day, intent on filling some of the smaller orders before getting a start on the brunch order for The Sinclair Foundation. I had four days, but some of the items I could do ahead of time, and some would be better the day before. The quantities were large, so I needed to plan enough time to get everything accomplished.
I had no idea what time it was. I was in my zone, icing about the two hundredth Christmas cookie, when Josh came in carrying a bag. My nose sniffed in pleasure at the aroma, and my stomach grumbled loudly.
Josh laughed at the sound, before dropping the bag onto one of the available surfaces.
“What’s that?” I nodded my head towards the bag, glancing at the clock on the wall. How was it three in the afternoon already? Seemed like I’d just got here at four this morning.
