Page 4 of Whisker Me Away

Chapter Two

Spencer

I cannot believe this is happening. Despite the fact that I look completely at ease, my stomach is swirling around anxiously inside of me. I feel like I might actually sweat through this shirt.

I have to share my personal cabin with a guy I’ve never met before. What’s making matters even worse is that I find him incredibly attractive! I can’t talk to hot guys! I’m such a disaster when it comes to stuff like this.

Cade is shorter and thicker than me. He’s got a beard that goes down to his chest that’s got little braids in it. His eyes are the prettiest green color I think I’ve ever seen in a pair of eyes. But he’s not just hot, he also holds himself with a confidence that draws me in.

That’s without even thinking about how intoxicating his scent is! I’m pretty sure he’s some sort of omega shifter. Though I’ve been wrong on guesses like that before. His natural scent has me in a chokehold. It’s something like warm lemon tea. I want to drink it in and let it warm my belly.

Fuck, thinking about him warming my belly has my cheeks heating without my permission. I adjust myself in my seat, ignoring the way my cock is starting to perk up just from that single thought.

As we watch the world blur around us as the train moves forward, I clear my throat. “What do you do?”

Cade looks over at me and smiles. “I’m a customer service manager at a grocery store.”

That weirdly does not surprise me. Cade seems like he would be good at something like that, working with people.

“That sounds awful,” I blurt out, regretting the words immediately. Thankfully, Cade just starts laughing.

“You’re not wrong. Sometimes it sucks ass to work with customers. I’m sure you can imagine the types of people I have to deal with. But I enjoy it despite that.”

“What do you like about it?” I ask, sliding my shoes off and tucking my feet up onto the chair. I lean my head against my knees, watching Cade talk. I like the way he talks with his hands. It’s very cute.

“There are bad apples in every industry but there’s something special about working with the rest. Everyone has to eat so I see all sorts of people every day. And then I get my regulars who always come say hi as they’re shopping or make sure they wait for me even if my line is super long. I just like those little connections, you know?”

I nod my head. “That makes sense. I feel that way about the kids I work with. They’re all really smart and super sweet. Because it’s a private school, they come and help me in the kitchen and with cleaning up after lunch.”

“That’s really interesting. What kind of private school is it?”

“It’s for gifted kids. They’re all super fucking smart. I’m pretty sure one of them is going to be the next President and atleast three of them will come up with groundbreaking scientific discoveries.”

Cade grins. “No pressure or anything.”

“I know they’re just kids and they have years to develop. But they truly are special. They all get personalized courses to push them where they need to be pushed, but they also get to pick some classes just because they like the subjects. One kid is taking food science courses and so he gets to come help me cook sometimes. The things he knows are astonishing.”

“Do you have kids that go to school there?”

The question startles me. I look over at Cade who’s watching me. Why is he asking? Is this just curiosity or is he interested in knowing if I’m mated with kids?

I shake my head. “No kids. I love that place but if I ever had kids, I don’t think I would try to get them in there unless they were actually gifted. Not to say my kids won’t be gifted, only that I know the average kid wouldn’t thrive in a place like this unless they truly weren’t being challenged in a regular school.” I snap my mouth shut, realizing I’m babbling and over explaining myself.

“I think that makes perfect sense to me,” Cade says, giving me a soft smile. “Did you always want to work in a school like this?”

“No. I used to work in a high end restaurant and I thought that was what I wanted to do, but I didn’t enjoy it as much. Too much hustle and not enough love of the food, you know?”

“You didn’t want to lose what drew you into cooking in the first place.”

“Exactly.” I say with a soft smile, warming all over as I realize Cade understands me. “What about you?” I ask, feeling just a tiny bit braver. “Wife and kids?”

Cade snorts, shaking his head. “Nah, no kids and I’m not into women.”

I swallow. “No husband?”

“Nope. Haven’t found the right man for me. Not yet, anyway,” he says, giving me another wink.

Damn, why is his winking so sexy? Why does it make my chest feel like it’s hard to breathe but in a pleasant way?

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