Page 12 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

He asked about me, too, of course. Davien was fun, sometimes funny, and had a lot of empathy for people he didn’t even really know. So many green flags. I liked him… a lot. Texting turned into phone calls, and they became the highlight of my day. It was funny to think about because people didn’t really talk on the phone much anymore, at least not the people I associated with. And here we were, our first contact via landlines, of all things, and now we were chatting on the phone like teens in the 80’s.

There was something about hearing his voice that made me feel like everything was okay. I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was that made it such a balm. It was rich, but so were many other people’s. There was a quality about it that was simply Davien, and I loved it.

I got home from work, threw my frozen dinner in the microwave, and called him.

Earlier that day I was talking to Frank at work and telling him I met someone, and he’d asked me, “Oh, wow, where’d you meet?” I told him I called the wrong number, which was true. I left off the part where the wrong number happened as I was trying to get my absentee uncle to send my money for Grams, but that was fine. Frank didn’t need to know that level of detail. He kept asking questions, loving the tea, and I filled him in on how Davien made me feel and the things we talked about.

“Ah, you got a unicorn there. You need to keep him.”

I laughed. Frank had always been the dreamer of the office. He was sure there was the perfect person out there for everyone and that we’d find the one, fall in love, and live happily ever after. Easy peasy. I didn’t argue that if it was so easy peasy, why was he single.

Davien picked up on the first ring.

“Hey, you just getting home?” His voice washed over me.

“Yeah, is it too early to call?” His schedule wasn’t the same as mine, and I tried not to bug him while he was working. Usually, I’d text to ask if it was a good time to talk, but today I needed to hear his voice and skipped that step.

“Nope, just taking care of folding towels. So really, you saved me from boredom.”

“So, see, you saved me, I saved you, we’re all good.”

“You know, I wish you wouldn’t always be thinking about the money. Trust me, when I’m talking to you, I’m not.”

He was wrong. I didn’t always think about the money when I was imagining him. Not that I was going to tell him what I usually did think about, which was him using his tongue on me doing unspeakably dirty things. It was a little too soon for that—or maybe it would always be too soon for that. Maybe he was just a nice guy helping me out, being a friend, waiting for his money.

I didn’t think so. It felt like we had a connection, a real one, one I wanted to take further. I’d been wrong before when it came to matters of the heart, though. I’d just have to wait and see.

What I would’ve loved to do was arrange some big, fancy date for us where we could go out, and I could wine and dine him—where I could woo him like in the days of old, if the days of oldpermitted the omegas to take the lead, that was. After dinner, he could take me home and make me come undone, calling out his name as he filled me with his knot. It was a great dream, but far from reality. The best I could offer him was hot dogs at the park. I really wasn’t going to be able to take him on a decent date for quite a while, and I hated that.

“Errol, you got quiet there.” His voice cut through my wanderings.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Do you need to go?”

“No, no, I wasn’t—no, it’s fine.” Great. He thought I was too distracted by life to focus on him. What a way to get an alpha’s attention. “Okay, but it sounded like you were in the middle of something.”

“Actually…” I could do this. “I was thinking about something I wanted to ask you.”

“Ask away.”

What was the worst he could do? Turn me down? It would suck, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world or anything. It was time to shoot my shot.

“I was thinking… I know it’s probably weird given, you know, I have no money and am an omega, and how we met…” I was hardly making a strong case, “but I wanted to ask you on a date.”

“That doesn’t sound weird at all. It sounds like a fabulous idea, and I’d be honored.”

“Are you sure?” What kind of a question was that?

“Yeah, I’d love to go out with you.”

I’d love it too.

We made dinner plans, and my landline started ringing while we were talking.

“Can you hold on a second?” The only people who ever used it anymore were salespeople and Grams. Salespeople could pound salt, but if it was Grams, I wanted to be sure not to miss it.

“Sure.”

I set the phone down, hit mute, and answered the other call. It was Grams, like I suspected. She had set off the fire alarm again and was asking about wire cutters. Those two things should not go together in the same sentence. She was off again. At least her voice was hinting that she was. It was hard to tell based on what little she said, but I was going to err on the side of caution. That was for sure.

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