Page 19 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon's Fire
The banter comes easily and makes me warm all over. I would even go so far as to call it downright domestic.
“There. That should be everything. I’m going to make myself a mocha, do you want your usual?”
“My usual?”
“Yeah, a chocolate chip frozen drink. Don’t lie, I know you love it.”
I can’t help but smile. “Okay, sure. I’ll have one, please.”
This time when Brock turns to work, I finally pull the pad closer and take a look. I scan through all the items, only understanding about half of the things on here. Apparently, I have a lot to learn when it comes to coffee. I get the sense that Brock won’t mind being my teacher.
“Here you go, handsome,” Brock says, sliding my drink over. I take it from him, having a sip. I swear it somehow gets better every time I have it.
Brock scoots a stool over to the counter and steps up so he can open the front window. He dangles himself across the counter in order to hang the signs up beside the window.
“I could have done that,” I tell him but he just snorts and shakes his head.
“Don’t be an alphahole.”
“I’m not! I’m just trying to help!”
He gives me a little smirk, letting me know I’m being teased. “If you say so. It’s not like a little omega like me couldpossiblytake care of his own truck, right?”
“It’s not like a little omega like you couldn’t have a big, strong alpha around to help you out,” I say, playfully rolling my eyes.
“I do have a thing or two I could have you do. Maybe keep you under the counter on your knees. Maybe having your mouth stuffed full of my co--”
“Good morning!”
We both turn towards the open window, finding someone standing there, amusement clear on his face. He looks towards Brock and quirks his brow up. “Good for you,” he says with a wink and I havenoidea what that even means but for some reason, I find my cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
Brock on the other hand, just smirks as he leans against the counter. “Morning! Your usual latte?”
“Yes, please! Can you add whipped cream and chocolate syrup on the top? I have a sweet tooth this morning.”
“Coming right up. Let’s see if Aiden can figure out how to ring you up,” Brock says, turning towards the opposite counter.
I stare down at the screen in front of me with wide eyes. It takes me far longer than I care to admit to find all the buttons I need to press in order to give this man a total. Even so, I wait for Brock to make sure I’ve done it correctly before exchanging any money.
“Thank you, Brock. I’ll see you boys tomorrow morning.”
“That was so stressful!”
Brock giggles and shakes his head. “Okay, imagine that but also a line behind him and you’re the only one in the truck working. That’s usually what happens when I park at fairs and festivals.”
“Howdo you manage that all by yourself? I would be pulling my hair out.”
Brock just shrugs. “I don’t know. I just get into a rhythm and focus on the customer in front of me and ignore everything else.”
“You’re incredible. You know that right?”
“You’re that impressed just from me working my truck? Wait til you see what I can do with my tongue.”
A woman clears her throat and I turn towards her with a wince. Okay, we really need to make a rule about no dirty talk in the truck if I’m going to keep helping him. I really, really hope he’ll let me keep helping him.
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