Page 4 of His Sassy Omega
Striding into my gleaming, state of the art kitchen, I sniffed, the smell of fresh coffee perking me up. Coffee timers were one of the world’s best inventions. I poured a generous amount of flavored creamer into a cup,added some sugar, and enjoyed my first sip. I loved sweet things, and my coffee was no different.
I smiled, heading up the stairs to the master suite. Mondays meant long days and boring meetings. They also meant Wade, my personal assistant, bringing me the most amazing coffee from a shop he frequented.
If I was lucky, he would also grab something for breakfast to go with it. Scones, or cookies, maybe a brownie. My stomach rumbled just thinking about it.
Wade’s friend owned the place, and he made a point of stopping in on his way to work. I missed the coffee and treats when I wasn’t in the office. I could stop by the place, but I could never remember the name of it, and I didn’t want to ask Wade, knowing he had probably told me a thousand times before.
Our foundation, the company I ran, threw a breakfast brunch each December before we let everyone off for a couple of weeks for the Christmas holiday. I’d asked Wade last week to set up a meeting with his friend, as I was interested in them catering it this year. Hopefully, he would have that taken care of this week, and they’d be able to accommodate us. I’d kind of dropped the ball on things, and December had rushed towards me before I’d realized it, and now it would be here in a week.
My phone buzzed while the water for my shower heated up. Swiping it, I saw a text from Wade.
Wade:I woke up snotty, coughing, and feverish. You’re on your own today. I’m going to get drunk on cold medicine and pass back out.
Me:Go back to bed and don’t come in and infect everyone. I’ll be fine. Feel better!
I frowned. My day just took a turn for the worse, and my grumpiness notched up. Not because Wade was sick and wouldn’t be in. I wasn’t one of those bosses who wanted my employees coming in sick. I preferred peopleto take the time off and get better. No one did their best work when they were ill, and I didn’t need people spreading germs around.
My grumpiness was purely self-serving. Wade was the best personal assistant I’d ever had, and he made my life about a thousand times easier. I had a board meeting first thing this morning, and I dreaded the things on a good day. Now, I’d be missing my coffee. The good coffee.
Me:What’s the name of the place you get the coffee and cookies from? Your friend’s place?
I bit my lip, waiting for it. I was brilliant with numbers and spreadsheets. There wasn’t a PowerPoint, excel sheet, or equation I couldn’t figure out. I could do complex mathematical equations in my head. Names of people and places…that’s why I paid Wade.
Wade:Seriously? I’ve told you a million times. It’s on the cup, for fuck’s sake. I thought they taught you to read at that fancy college of yours.
Wade was more than a PA, he was also a friend. And because he ran my office – and in turn my life – with so much efficiency, he pretty much got away with murder. Including being extra snarky with me.
I’d never forget meeting him five years ago. My long-time PA, Blaine, had been gone for three months on maternity leave, only to tearfully tell me he wasn’t going to return. His alpha wanted him home, and Blaine wanted to be a full-time daddy to their new pup. I couldn’t blame him; I would want the same for my mate and pup. When I found one.
After three months with no PA, because I’d bravely insisted that I didn’t need one for that short amount of time, and was too proud and stubborn to admit it when it became clear I needed help, I’d set up interviews to replace him.
My calendar was a mess; I was constantly double-booking things or forgetting them altogether. Blaine’s desk phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and I couldn’t make a decent cup of coffee to save my life. I’d been countingthe days – minutes – for Blaine to return, and when he’d let me know he wouldn’t be coming back, I’d put on a brave face, while quietly thinking I might be having my first panic attack ever.
I’d been just getting ready to call the first of four applicants sent by the employment agency into my office for an interview, when Wade had walked into the office. Walk wasn’t an apt description of how Wade ever entered a room. Flounced, bounced, and skipped would better describe his entrances. He was a live, human version of Tigger.
He bounced in, with shockingly bright, hot pink hair, blunt nails painted in five different rainbow colors – one for each finger on each hand – and black leggings. His white t-shirt sported a rainbow and glitter unicorn, with “Taste the rainbow” written below it.
I had blinked, blinked again, and stared, mouth open. The other applicants had stared, a couple even snickered. Wade had calmly and shrewdly assessed his competition and found them lacking. A fact that had been clearly written on his face. He didn’t need to say a word to let you know if he found you lacking.
By the time I was done with the second applicant, I’d followed him out of my office, to find Wade settled in at Blaine’s empty desk. The computer was open to my calendar, and Wade was on the blessedly silent desk phone, while he conversed with whoever was on the line.
He'd handed me the next applicant’s folder without even looking at me, busy doing whatever it was he was doing. The fact that the phone was finally silent, was enough incentive for me to not give a fuck what he was doing, and to just let him carry on with it.
After applicant three, Wade had handed me the next file, along with a steaming cup of coffee. “You look like you need it,” he had commented, still messing with my calendar, still on the phone. I’d taken a sip, and hadresisted the urge to hire him on the spot. It was perfectly sweet, the sugar and creamer ratio on point. Magic in a cup.
Wade had saved his resume for last, had led me into my office, and bounced into a chair in front of my desk. I wouldn’t have blinked an eye had he slid into my chair and interviewed me. Before I was fully seated, he had stated his terms in a no-nonsense manner, that didn’t leave any room for argument.
“I’ve straightened that mess you made of your calendar out for the next month and confirmed all your appointments for the next two weeks. This is my starting salary and list of benefits I want. These are non-negotiable. I’ll expect a raise in ninety days. I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early. I’ll bring the coffee.”
He had winked and bounced right back out of my office before I could even formulate a reply.
It had been the best hire of my life, and I’d never regretted it. He kept my office running better than even Blaine had. I considered him a friend, and he had the best hook ups for delicious coffee and even more amazing sweet treats.
All of that made me overlook his less than office business attire and his ever-changing hair colors of the week, or when he called me out on any of what he deemed my bullshit.
Me:It’s like you don’t even know me. Of course, I don’t remember. But I NEED that coffee this morning. *Grouchy face emoji*
Wade:*eye roll emoji* It’s called The Sweet Spot. I’d send you the address, but I’m barely coherent right now, and I’m going to trust that you know how to google.
