Page 4 of My Omega's Baby
“Yeah, it wasn’t mine either.” I pulled off my jacket and tossed it over a chair. “I once had a horrible toothache that lasted a month, I suppose I’ll survive this too.”
“Let’s hope we both do.”
I faced him and squared my shoulders. “We need some ground rules.”
“Oh, boy. You’re about to get tough, aren’t you?”
I shoved down my irritation. “This is my house and we’re going to do it how I like it.”
He smirked. “Sounds vaguely sexual.”
My face heated. “Fuck you, Wyatt.”
He raised his perfect brows. “Kid, stop flirting. I don’t swing that way.”
I clenched my jaw. “You’re hysterical.”
He grinned and his green eyes lit with amusement. “You’re so easy to piss off. Don’t you know that makes you easy to manipulate?”
“How about we don’t talk unless we absolutely have to?”
“Fine with me.”
“When we go out you’ll follow my protocol. But in the house we can avoid each other as much as possible. Got it?”
He gave a tight smile. ”God, you’re a bossy little twit.”
Anger prickled the back of my neck, but I shoved it down. Nobody seemed to piss me off as easily as Wyatt. The minute he started talking, something inside me seemed to wake up and want to growl at him. Instead, I sucked in a calming breath. “I’m good at my job. You can be a prick all you want, but I have a perfect record. I’m not going to let you ruin that for me.”
He grimaced. “Obviously I don’t want your record smeared. That would mean I died.”
I smirked. “Or maybe you could just be horribly maimed.”
He narrowed his gaze. “Does your superior know how much you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you any more than you hate me.” I moved toward my bedroom as my gut churned with frustration. This was going to be a long, stressful two weeks if we were at each other’s throats the whole time.
“You younger wolves always feel threatened by us more experienced alphas. What you should do is learn from us, not be intimidated by us.”
I stopped and faced him with an outraged expression. “You don’t intimidate me. You annoy me.”
“I was doing this work before you graduated high school, kid.”
“I’m not twelve. I’m thirty.”
He curled his lip. “I’ve got a decade more of life under my belt. I know more about this job than you ever will.” His face darkened with anger, and his eyes glowed a lighter green.
“Bullshit. You’re old school. Your time has come and gone.”
He scowled. “You omegas need to learn your place.”
I laughed. I didn’t really feel like laughing, but I didn’t know what else to do. He was irritating me so much it was either laugh or throw something at him. “You need to learn yours, old man.”
His mouth tightened. ”This is never going to work.”
“Sure it will. Keep out of my way and I’ll keep out of yours.” I left him there and escaped to my room, seething.
I sat on the edge of my bed trying to figure out how the hell we were going to not kill each other. The very sight of him made my pulse spike with aggravation. Where did he get off lecturing me? That was the problem with those older alphas; they thought just because we didn’t do everything the same as them we didn’t know what we were doing. I was great at my job. Yes, I had to grudgingly admit Wyatt was accomplished as well. But I was in charge of his life for the next few weeks, and he needed to relinquish control or we could both get killed.
