Page 4 of Key Lime Kisses
The minutes ticked by as I looked around, I didn't see anyone else sitting by themselves or standing near the stage looking for me. I was just starting to hope that maybe my unwanted date wouldn't show up. Wouldn't that be great? A free meal with a view and no small talk.
Then, a shadow fell over me. I looked up to see a man standing next to me.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked with a cocky grin.
“I'm waiting for a blind date,” I told him.
His grin widened. “A blind date with an alpha, by chance?”
So, this was the guy who baked that delicious key lime pie, was it? I forced a smile at him.
“Please, have a seat.”
He nodded and then joined me. He looked around and waved one hand. “Hey! Hey you! Bring us our menus!” he shouted.
I wrinkled my nose as a waiter hurried over. He quickly handed us menus and began to pour some water.
The menu was fairly simple and brief, with just a couple of choices.
“This is it?!” my date demanded. “A cruisethisexpensive and all you have are waffles and pancakes?!”
“And an omelet and a couple of lunch sandwiches,” I added, feeling bad for the waiter.
“Just for bunch, sir,” the waiter said. “Once we get underway,” he began.
“Never mind that. We’re ready to order. You!” The alpha snapped his fingers at me. “Order.”
I snorted in annoyance and glanced at the menu, glad it was easy to choose.
The waiter smiled at me – sympathetically, I thought – and came to my side of the table.
“I’ll have the Belgian Waffles with the strawberry topping please,” I said. “With um… scrambled eggs and bacon.”
“Don’t get strawberry, I hate berries,” said my alpha date.
I looked up at him, confused. “We don’t get the same thing,” I said. “You get to choose.”
“But if you get strawberries on it, I can’t have any.”
I bristled at the self-invitation to my meal. Just because he had paid didn’t entitle him to just help himself to my food! “I’ll have the strawberry topping,” I said firmly to the waiter.
The alpha narrowed his eyes at me. “One of those opinionated omegas, are you?” he said.
I took a long sip of water and ignored him. Still looking annoyed, he placed his own order. The waiter hurried away.
Well, this date was getting better and better. I was going to kill my brother.
The alpha finished his water, slammed the empty glass on the table, then looked around in annoyance. “Nobody coming to refill my drink, huh?”
I gave a non-committal hum for an answer.
“I work in IT,” the alpha announced suddenly. “I make six figures a year to sit on my ass and fix stupid people’s problems.” He started laugh as if he had told a joke. “You can’t imagine some of the shit you find on people’s computers.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Oh, do you?” he shot back.
Not that he even deserved to know… “I’m the IT manager for an online university,” I told him.
