Page 7 of His Sassy Omega
The idiot had actually seemed upset when I’d marched him right out the back door and told him none of that was going to happen. Especially not with him. Even if any of what he had planned was what I had wanted, the thought of spending the rest of my life with someone who would do the things he’d done, someone who had claimed to love me…I shuddered, thanking my lucky stars every day I’d stopped at the bakery that afternoon.
Shaking myself out of the unpleasant memories, I glanced over at the clock on the wall, and then the timer on the oven. The next batch of my chocolate toffee chip cookies – one of our best sellers – had a couple more minutes to go. Josh was out front, taking orders from our morning regulars and mixing up magical coffee concoctions. I kept an ear out for the bell over the front door, which jingled whenever someone came in.
I usually liked to staff at least three employees out front for the morning rushes. Today, we were short by two. Both Jennifer and Stacy, my part-time college students, had called in sick. ‘Twas the cold, flu, aching, coughing, fever season, leaving Josh to deal with the morning rush alone, while I finished up in the kitchen area.
Once this batch of cookies came out, I’d deposit them in the front case and help Josh out front. The door was dinging steadily now, and it was just after half-past seven. While we opened at six and did a strong business of early morning regulars, we always saw a huge influx of people between seven and eight every weekday morning.
I shot Wade a quick text.
Me:You coming in for your usual?
Wade usually stopped in every weekday to get himself and Lachlan coffees. Most days he would also grab something sweet for Lachlan, to get him through his morning meetings.
Wade:Not today. Woke up with a cold. Boss man is on his own. Lord knows how many things he will mess up that I’ll need to fix tomorrow. I’ve ordered him not to touch anything.
I grinned. He ran Lachlan’s office, and Lachlan, like the little brat he was.
Me:He did fine before you started working for him.
Wade:It’s cute that you both think that. You’re both wrong, but whatevs.
I was on my way out front, still warm cookies on a tray, when I heard Josh yell for help. I grinned, pushing the swinging doors open with my butt. “I’m here.”
The line started at the register and was almost to the point that people would need to stand outside, or wind around the few tables we had for seating. I put the cookies in the case, tugging at my hair. Making sure the short ponytail I’d pulled my wild curls into for baking, was still secure, I nudged Josh away from the register.
“I’ll run the register. You make the coffee.” I told him, smiling.
“Thank God,” he grinned, happily moving over. Josh and the cash register had a love/hate relationship. He swore the thing never worked for him. I don’t know what he did to the register, but he had all kinds of trouble with the thing.
I was about to take our next customer’s order when a body – a big body – rushed through the door. He never looked up from the phone in his hand, just bypassed the line, and cut in front of the already waiting customers.
I glanced up at the commotion he was causing, straight into the ice blue eyes of the most sinfully delicious-looking alpha I’d ever seen.
Lachlan Sinclair.
My cat purred, humming contentedly.
Was it hot in here?
I was suddenly burning up, my whole body awash with heat. It had to be from standing in front of hot ovens the last few hours. There was no other explanation.
I didn’t need my cat, or my out-of-control hormones, getting excited by this alpha.
He was rude. He had just cut the long line filled with my loyal customers, and I disliked rude ass people more than anything.
Hot or not, there was no excuse for cutting lines.
“The line is back there.” I pointed, waving one long, slender hand at him.
He squinted at me, as if the words had taken a moment to penetrate his brain, and then glanced over his shoulder, his custom gray suit showing off their broadness to perfection.
I did love a man who could wear a suit well. Suit porn, thy name is Lachlan Sinclair.
My cat not only purred, but he also roared.Down, I told him.He’s rude. We don’t like that. He’s not for us. Besides, he wants a good, quiet omega to keep house, and get fat with pups. We are none of those things.
“I’m in a hurry. I have a meeting to get to, and I’m already late for it.” His deep, growly voice made me shiver.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I did not need to be attracted to this man. My cat gave no fucks about any of that. My cat wanted to slide right up on this alpha and lick every inch of him.
