Page 12 of Such a Shy Omega

Don’t let him go. He’s ours.

I couldn’t think of one good reason other than my chronic shyness not to obey my wolf.

“Hey, wait!” My yell got the attention of several other members, and some snickered. Shoot. This was exactly the type of situation I spent my life trying to avoid.

Erik turned around with a smile that could melt icebergs. He walked back over and brushed my hand with his. My body’s reaction to the small touch was instant and more powerful than if he’d kissed me—or so I thought.

I imagined it briefly in my mind.

“What is it?” he asked, one side of his mouth turned up. “Is something wrong?”

“I still have some hours to work.”

His deep eyes flicked to the drink in my hand.

Oh. I bet he thought I was lying.“This is just cranberry juice. It’s not alcohol.”

“I see.” There was a glint in his eye. He was going to make me work for it.

“If you’re still here after my shift ends, I would love to have a drink with you.” I almost passed out with the relief that all those words came out of my mouth without fumbling or stuttering. Hell, that was more words than I’d said to another being for most of my life. I was surprised no one was handing me a trophy. Most words said by bashful omega.

“I’ll make sure I’m here, Heath. Wait, you already knew that?”

“Yes, I’m friends with the owners and they were talking about their new tech guy and how fast he’s learning. That’s you, right?”

Maybe some of my lighting would hide the dangerously hot blush taking over my face and neck. “I have three more hours.”

Erik winked at me. Winked. “A small price to pay. See you later.”

All I could do was nod. This man and his sexiness. First, he touched my hand and then, he winked? How dare he be allowed such tools of wizardry. My cock punched against my pants, volunteering to be his wand. My goodness!

By the time I got back to the booth, I’d somewhat regrouped. I had three hours to focus on my work and not get fired for being distracted.

The thing was, I’d been distracted by Erik since I bumped into him. Watching him from the booth. Maybe or maybe not matching some of the bluish hues of the lights to his striking eyes.

“You know, we can see everything from this booth.” Grant gave me some serious side-eye.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” I sat in the chair next to him, and he pushed back, resuming his position behind me, where he would text his mate all night long.

“Are you sure?” he asked, chuckling.

“Stop it.”

“Okay. Keep your secrets.”

The rest of the night, surprisingly, I was focused. Not only did I have something to prove to Grant, but I had my eyes on the alpha downstairs. I wanted to impress him. Have him be proud of me. Have him notice everything I did.

Although I knew he couldn’t see me from where he was, his eyes lifted to the booth several times.

And boy, did I look at him. He didn’t play that night. He didn’t even go to any stations. He stayed with the owners, making conversations and occasionally taking sips of his drink.

My wolf soaked it all in. While he wasn’t pleased about me working when I could’ve been in the presence of Erik, he understood. One thing we agreed on was that we had to eat, and this was the way we paid for food. He enjoyed hunting but also liked things that didn’t leave fur in his fangs.

Still, every movement of the alpha caught my attention. Folding his hands in his lap. Throwing an arm over the booth. Crossing and recrossing his legs, or so I assumed. I could only see so much.

I wanted to be down there with him. No. Not here in the club. Just with him. Next to him, wherever he might be.

Man, I had it bad.

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