Page 62 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Camille: I hope so. I should probably get back to work, unless you have any other questions.
Ambrose: I want to know everything about you, but I’ll save the rest of my questions for tonight.
A few moments later, he sends another text.
Ambrose: Wait, I almost forgot. What do you like for dessert?
Ambrose: It’s a miracle I remembered to ask. The closer I get to fifty, the more likely I am to forget something if I don’t write it down.
Camille: Don’t tell me that! My memory is already bad enough.
Ambrose: Haha sorry.
Ambrose: I hope I don’t sound like an old man now. I’d say I’m still young at heart, but to be honest, I’m not. I like my comforts and the wisdom I’ve gained over the years. If you want to go out and hit the clubs, Jackson would be a better date. He’s the only one of us social enough to make that fun.
I smile at his admission.
Camille: Before the other night, my last time going out to a bar was over a year ago. So there’s no expectation there. Though, seeing how Jackson dances might be fun.
Dammit, I really shouldn’t let myself think about future dates. Or allow my omega to fantasize about the buff beta doing a full-on strip tease. If anyone has the body and confidence to pull that off, it’s him.
I shake the image out of my head and force myself to focus back on Ambrose’s question.
Camille: I can bring dessert! I’d like to contribute.
Ambrose: Sweetheart, if I had my way, you’d be dessert.
Oh wow. And he said he didn’t know how to flirt.
Overheated, I undo a few buttons ofmy blouse and fan myself.
Ambrose: But my mate specifically asked that I find out what you like, since he might not make it home in time for dinner.
Camille: Ah, okay. In that case, I’m not picky at all. Any kind of sweet baked good would be perfect. Maybe something chocolate-y?
Ambrose: Perfect. I’m sure he can work with that.
Camille: Can I at least bring some wine?
I know they invited me over, but it seems wrong to go empty-handed to my first meeting with his pack.
Though, as soon as I offer, I remember I know next to nothing about wine. Shit.
I’ll have to ask Astrid for suggestions if they’re wine guys. Which means I’ll have to tell her about my date.
Not that I don’t want Astrid to know, but I was hoping to see how the night went before getting anyone’s hopes up about this. And Astrid will absolutely get her hopes up when she hears that I found my scent match, and he’s a sexy doctor with a pack that’s eager to court me.
Ambrose: Wine would be lovely. We’re not picky, so whatever you want to get will be great.
Whew, okay. Crisis averted.
Camille: Alright! See you at 6?
Ambrose: Yes, I can’t wait. See you soon, Camille.
I set my phone down, closing my eyes to let out a shaky exhale. A sharp rap on my door startles them back open and I look over to see my annoying coworker, Holden, hovering in the doorway.
“Taking a nap on the job?” he asks with a snide grin, pushing a hand through his messy blonde waves.
