Page 68 of Curvy Quirky Omega

My makeup wasn’t any better either. I’d kept my eyeliner relatively simply, but I’d gone for a purple lipstick – the darkest one I owned – with my hair completely straightened.

Normally, I’d be comfortable in something like this. It didn’t bother me when I caught people staring at my tattoos or all the earrings, but this time was different because I knew…

This was the farthest thing from what a legacy omega was expected to wear as possible.

I’d done it on purpose, knowing that the second I walked into that meeting, everyone would be staring and judging. It would be the first time I’d ever done anything like this on purpose – not to distance myself from the world of legacies, but to prove I didn’t have to conform to still be worthy.

I tugged at the hem of my skirt and adjusted my necklace, wondering if I should make sure it wasn’t too short one last time before walking up all those stairs to the entrance of Taco Temple.

“You look fine,” Cas reassured me. He pushed my long hair over my shoulder, exposing my tattoos and bond marks. “But it’s going to take some time to get used to the straight hair.”

I smiled, my eyes fixated on his chest as I tried not to panic. I could do this. I could deal with whatever came up.

My father and Francisco had made sure I could handle a meeting like this and come out the other side unscathed, but neither of them had anticipated just how much would be at stake for my first real legacy experience.

Frankie came up and tugged on my hair as she walked by, giving me another one of her bright smiles. “Your name is Lucy Parker. Don’t ever forget that.”

I watched her tuck her hands in her motorcycle jacket and head up the long flight of stairs, taking her sweet time heading up to the double doors.

She was right. My name was Lucy Parker. Not Daphne Thomas. It was a name I’d chosen for myself. One that had made it impossible for Liam to find me, but that meant it would be impossible for Nicolette Valor to figure out who I really was unless she started putting all the pieces together.

How much had Liam told her over the years? What did she know about me? Did she realize I was that girl he used to spend all that time with?

The alarm beeped on my car and I looked over to watch Liam come around the front of the car, his blazer making his look a little less risqué, but every step made his abs flex and his hips sway…

And somehow that stupid crop top didn’t do anything to make him look any less dangerous.

His red eyes flashed and he gave me that blinding smile that was the only thing about his appearance I’d never forgotten. Then he turned it on Cas. “When is Dr. Humphries showing up?”

Cas checked his watch as he placed his hand on my waist and tugged me into his side. “Ten minutes.”

“Perfect.” Liam looked down and took his time eyeing me from head to toe. “I’m a little disappointed you didn’t wear pajamas,” he admitted. “But I might have gone a bit feral if anyone but me saw your nipples through your tank top.”

I felt my cheeks burn. “Why would you say something like that so loud?” Thankfully, no one was close enough to hear him, but still.

It was so fucking embarrassing how hot my face got every time I heard him say something so alpha-typical too. I desperately wanted to hide my face in Cas’s chest, but that would only attract more attention and people were already eyeing us with interest since that fucking car wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

Especially at a place that looked like Taco Temple.

“Because it’s true?” Liam grinned down at me and Cas grabbed him by the back of the neck, gently pushing us toward the stairs where Frankie was waiting. “I need you to be on your best behavior or I’ll have to punish you when we get home.”

That soft warning made me want to act up. “Am I going to get spanked again?”

“I was talking to Liam, but if you want me to spank you, I will.” His words made me shiver in anticipation.

Cas gave Liam the side-eye as we headed up the stairs. “I still can’t believe you’re wearing a crop top.”

“Am I distracting you?”

Cas growled softly, “Yes.”

I swallowed and kept my eyes forward as we reached the top.

Both of them must have thought I needed a distraction from what was about to happen and I was grateful, but I kind of wished they’d pick anything else to talk about. I couldn’t afford to be this distracted.

Frankie yanked open one of the doors that was carved with strange little cartoon tacos on the tops of Aztec pyramids. I followed her inside where the host took one look at us and instantly came around to direct us to one of the private dining rooms.

She gave me a lopsided grin and arched an eyebrow. “Ready to confess your sins?”

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