Page 20 of His Sassy Omega
“The horror!” He put any and all acting skills behind that sentence. I could almost see his hand over his heart, his eyes wide.
“He doesn’t eat sugar.” I could hear my own horrified tone.
Wade laughed outright this time. “There’s the deal breaker.”
“Shut it,” I grouched. “I don’t even know whyI put up with you.”
“Because I’m the best damn PA you’ll ever find, and you know it.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“May I have Quinn’s phone number?” I asked politely, then tacked on a “Please.”
Silence followed my question. Wade was never silent, or still, so I was a little concerned. Had he overdosed on cold medicine, and fallen into a coma? Should I send help?
“Okay, couple of things,” he finally responded, and I braced myself. Because when Wade started any sentence with ‘A couple of things’, you braced yourself.
“One, I would never give Quinn’s personal phone number out without his permission. That goes under things friends just don’t do. Two, why do you want it?” he asked suspiciously. “Didn’t you cause enough trouble today?”
I really couldn’t say, ‘I think he’s my fated mate, and I can’t stop thinking about him, and I want to sniff him again, possibly lick all his parts, because he smells like the best thing ever baked and I need a bite of it. Also, I forgot to get his number when I was apologizing for being the biggest ass in the world this morning’. I mean, that could be construed as creepy.
“I wanted to set up a meeting about the brunch for the office.” That wasn’t a total lie.
I heard Wade humming and could almost picture him tapping his lips with his index finger.
“That’s why you pay me, need I remind you? Besides, it’s past his bedtime, so even I can’t call him to set a date right now, so it will have to wait until tomorrow. When I’m in the office, and can do my job,” he reminded me, yet again. It was also his way of telling me to not mess with my own calendar, without saying the actual words. “I already emailed him about it, and I will follow up first thing in the morning.”
I glanced at my watch, as I laid my credit card down on top of my bill, and the waiter scooped it up. “It’s only nine-thirty.”
“He has an eight-thirty bedtime,” he told me, and I couldn’t help the laugh that popped out of my mouth.
“I’m not even kidding with this, Lachlan. He gets up at some freakishly ungodly hour, to get into the bakery. He is lights-out at eight-thirty, and he puts his phone on silent. The world could end, or I could die – which is the same thing – and he wouldn’t know until his alarm goes off.”
Well…that actually made perfect sense. I never really thought about how all the baked goodies ended up in the case when the bakery opened, but it wasn’t by some kind of Fae magic.
“Fine,” I huffed. “Set it up tomorrow, and let me know the date and time. It needs to be soon.”
Because I was running out of time to get this done, and because I wanted – needed – to see Quinn again. The week ban was too long to wait.
“I’m well aware you are behind on some things. I’ll add it to my list,” Wade assured me. “Now, I’m going to drink my weight in cold medicine, and try to pass out. Again.”
“You’re pretty tiny, so that won’t take long. See you tomorrow.” I disconnected the call, stuffed my card back in my wallet, and left the restaurant.
If my dreams that night were plagued by a green-eyed black leopard who smelled like cookies, it was just a coincidence.
I got to the office the next morning, later than usual. I’d woken up in a hot sweat a half a dozen times, along with a raging hard on, after dreams of Quinn had plagued me all night.
I was more than grateful to see Wade already at his desk, even if he was a little red eyed, and red nosed. At least he was here.
I’d never, ever, admit to him that things ran smoother – I ran smoother – when he was here. My anxiety skyrocketed when Wade was unexpectedly absent. I smiled, and he slid a steaming cup of sweet, cinnamon smelling goodness my way. I noticed The Sweet Spot logo on the cup.
“How?” I raised a dark brow at him.
He glanced up from his computer screen and deadpanned. “I sold my soul to the devil.”
I closed my eyes, inhaling the nectar of the Gods. “Worth it.”
He rolled his gray eyes at me. “At least he’s giving you coffee. I’d hate to listen to you whine all week about the swill in the break room.”
