Page 8 of Such a Tempting Omega

He nodded. “I see. Where were you headed again? Your…I seem to have lost my train of thought.”

I let out a small laugh. Could there be a chance this alpha was as affected by me as I was him? My wolf tore at my insides, wanting to get out and show off for this alpha. He’d never acted this way before. Certainly not around Kyle.

“Just a few blocks over. The convenience store on the corner of 7th and Main.”

“Ah, yeah. They have one of those milkshake machines. I know the place.”

I snickered. “I’ve never tried one. Are they good?”

“Never tried one? Well, you must in my opinion. It’s one of my guilty pleasures.” He shook his head. “Gas station milkshakes. My granola dads would throw a fit if they knew.”

“My…well, I haven’t had one in years.”

I moved the air-conditioner vent so it was pointing directly at my face. The cool air was heaven. My feet were also glad for the break.

We stopped at a red light, and Liam turned to me. “Your former partner?”

My cheeks filled with heat. “Yes. Former.”

He chuckled low and deep. Every part of my body alerted to it. I wondered if he laughed like that in bed? If he was playful or more serious. Either way, I would love to find out.

But no. I had real-life problems, and Liam could make none of them go away. What right did I have to seek out a relationship or even a one-night stand with this beautiful man when my life was riddled with more problems than answers?

I barely had a relationship with myself.

“That was very nosey of me, Hirsch. I apologize and yet, I don’t feel sorry. Imagine that. I can give you a ride home, too if you like.”

I sighed. The last thing I wanted was for this man to bring me home in some walk of shame, knowing I’d applied everywhere but gotten nowhere. “It’s only a short walk home. But thank you.”

“I don’t mind,” he said. His hand flexed. Into a fist and then relaxed again. It reminded me of that period movie where there was all the hand flexing. And pride. And prejudice.

“And I appreciate it. I do. What were you doing around here? May I ask?”

“You can ask me anything,” he said. “It’s not as nosey as my question.” Another chuckle. God, it made tingles break out along my skin. It was hard to stay in my passenger seat and not crawl over the console and straddle him. He smelled so delicious, like carrot cake and spices I’d never known existed until this moment.

“Well, then…”

“I’m a landscape artist.”

“And you’re working somewhere near the club?”

Liam sighed. “It’s something for the club, but I can’t say what yet.”

“Oh, there’s the convenience store. Thank you for giving me a lift. It was a nice reprieve from the heat.”

“You’re welcome. Are you sure you don’t want me to wait?”

“I’m sure. Thank you again.”

“Hey,” he said as I was getting out of the car. Liam put his hand on mine. A thousand visions of him and me flooded my mind, all procured by my wolf. He fussed at me, begging me to get back into the car. Have him take me to the first flat surface we could find. Or the back seat. Anywhere would do. “Will I see you at the club?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I hope so.”

Instead of waiting for him to drive away, I forced my feet in the direction of the convenience store. Saying a little prayer to whatever god would hear me, I walked in and hoped for the best.

Chapter Nine

Liam

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