Page 7 of My Omega's Baby
“Oh, did they find a cure for asshole-itis?” I took the water and washed down my pills.
His mouth hardened. “Careful you don’t choke now.” He turned and headed back into the kitchen.
I stayed where I was, wanting to keep my distance from him until I could figure out what was causing these weird lusty urges toward him. Male-on-male sex wasn’t unusual in our society, and it was almost always alphas and omegas who hooked up. But I’d never personally been drawn to another male wolf.
I watched him as he moved around the kitchen trying to fix dinner. He looked completely lost, as if he’d never been in his own kitchen before. I didn’t know much about his personal life. He’d dated a few alpha females in the business, but as far as I knew he’d never been married or anything serious.
I’d been engaged once about two years ago, but it hadn’t worked out. My fiancée, Sheena, had been a schoolteacher, and she’d wanted a more normal life with babies and dinners at five. I hadn’t been able to give her those things. This business wasn’t conducive to healthy relationships. We worked long hours and sometimes traveled with our clients for weeks at a time. Eventually Sheena and I realized we had completely different ideas of what our future should be, and we’d split.
I felt better thinking about Sheena. We’d had a healthy sex life and that comforted me, especially after the weird feelings I’d had toward Blade earlier. Many wolves my age were already married. Perhaps being around Blade and arguing about old wolves versus young wolves had stirred an instinctual need in me to find a mate. Maybe it wasn’t actually that it was Blade who attracted me, so much as he was the only wolf here and I was feeling pressure to mate.
My motherhadbeen nagging me a lot lately to produce an heir. I didn’t have any other siblings and our line’s survival was in my hands. But I was only forty, and I’d heard of wolves well beyond their sixties still pumping out babies. If I didn’t find the right woman in the next decade, I’d think about allowing my mother to set up an arranged marriage. But for now, I wasn’t going to worry about it. You couldn’t force these things.
I was more relaxed now that I’d thought things through. I studied Blade as he measured things and frowned at what looked like a recipe book. I was surprised he was bothering to fix some complicated meal when he could easily have just whipped up some eggs and been done with it.
My lips twitched as I watched him wipe his brow, smearing flour across his forehead. He glanced up and his blue gaze sparked with annoyance when he saw my little smile.
“Are you laughing at me?” he demanded.
I scowled at his surly tone. “It’s hard not to. You look about as competent as a blind man playing darts.”
He narrowed his gaze. “See? No respect.” He pressed his lips tight and kept his gaze on the stove.
I felt a twinge of guilt. I thought about how he’d tried to talk to me earlier to work out our differences. I had to admit that had been a very mature thing to attempt. But to be honest, I’d disliked him for so long, I couldn’t imagine us ever being anything but enemies.
He dipped his finger into one of the steaming pots and sucked the sauce off. That annoying arousal from earlier washed through me and my cock twitched with interest.Shit. I needed to figure out what the hell was wrong with me and quick. I couldn’t take two weeks of lusting after a man I couldn’t stand.
Being around Blade at all was aggravating enough. But lusting after him, well, that was unacceptable. I decided after dinner I was going to visit Tumblr and immerse myself in sexy Playmate porn.
Chapter Three
Blade
“My tooth really hurts. What am I supposed to do, just sit here in agony for two weeks?” Wyatt scowled and held his palm to his jaw.
“No.” I sighed.
“Is this how you’re so successful? You don’t let your clients leave their house?” He winced. “Ouch.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t talk.” I gave him a pointed look.
“I need to go to the dentist. Sorry if that’s a problem for you.”
“You can’t just use some of that numbing stuff?” I grimaced. “I think I have some in the medicine cabinet.”
“I already made an appointment.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s in an hour.”
“Fine. Where’s your dentist?”
“Talada.”
I frowned. “What? That’s a shitty neighborhood. Surely you can afford to go to a dentist in a better part of the city?”
He rubbed his jaw. “I’ve been going to him since I was a kid.”
I slipped on my jacket. “Admit it, you’re a cheapskate.”
He started to smile, and then he cringed. “Ouch. Shit. Stop talking to me.”
