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It probably wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before. The difference would be this time I cared about the person saying the words.
“You’re a spoiled, fucking ass.” The look on his face dared me to disagree with him. “You like being in charge of things, and want everything your way, all the time. No one ever tells you no. I’m telling you no.”
He what now? I take back saying I wasn’t going to throw his ass out of my bed tonight. He was so getting tossed out. I went from wanting this man, to needing to be as close to him as I could get, to being royally pissed off by him, in two seconds flat. My mood swings were epically out of control, ever since we’d met.
I started to get out of bed. He grabbed my arm, tossing me down on my back and looming over me. Both our chests were heaving with anger, and the lust we couldn’t seem to not feel in each other’s presence.
No one had ever tossed me around like he just had, and I didn’t dislike it. Far from it. He hadn’t hurt me, but he’d been fierce. Forceful anddemanding. My cat was purring away, not a care in the world, content with our alpha. Traitor.
“You, Sass Ass, are staying right here, in this bed, the rest of the day. You can go into your bakery tomorrow. Furthermore – “
I rolled my eyes so hard I was afraid they might actually stick that way, this time. Something my dad was always warning me I was in danger of happening. “Who the fuck says ‘furthermore’?”
He took a deep, calming breath. He may have been counting to ten, I wasn’t sure. “Furthermore, I’m hiring you temporary help until after the holidays. Before you even start, no one is going into your precious kitchen. They will be front-end and delivery help only. My brother, Brendan, has a list of people looking for seasonal work. Yes, I know I’m overstepping any invisible boundaries you have. No, I don’t care. Yes, I know I’m moving way too fast. No, I don’t care. I’m taking care of my omega. This is happening. Deal with it.”
I took a few seconds to absorb and catalog all the emotions raging through me. I was angry and turned on at the same time. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had spent the last two days throwing up, pretty much passed out, dead to the world, I’d probably be jumping his bones right now. Or, telling him to go fuck himself. There was a good possibility I’d be doing both.
I could admit, that when it came to The Sweet Spot, I was prickly. It was my baby, and I’d made it into what it was, with my own blood, sweat, and skills. On my own. I’d already had one asshole try to come in and take it from me.
He’s not trying to take it from us, my cat purred.He’s trying to take care of us. Would it hurt us to let him?
“Okay.” He looked as shocked as I felt when I quietly uttered the word from my mouth.
He blinked hard, blue eyes wide. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”
I huffed in annoyance, mostly at myself, honestly. “Okay.”
There was really no good reason for me to not accept his help, except my own stubborn pride. Help sounded – well, it just sounded wrong in my head – but I knew I needed to admit that we needed help. He was right, I was too stubborn for my own good most times. I did think I needed to do it all myself, like I had something to prove to someone. Accepting help didn’t make me a failure, even if it did feel that way.
I didn’t know if it was his alpha pheromones, or just me being tired and vulnerable, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me at his take charge, bossy attitude. No one ever pushed back at me, and I needed –wanted– someone to do just that. I just didn’t want to have to tell them that’s what I needed. I wanted them to figure it out on their own.
No one ever had.
Until now.
Chapter Eighteen
Quinn
I pulled up outside the warmly lit house, and stared through the light dusting of snow that was falling. Lachlan’s childhood home was a massive mansion. I guess I’d known that, somewhere in the back of my mind, but seeing it up close was something else entirely.
Five stories high, with a porch that ran the length of the front of the house, and big wide columns on each side. It was a beautiful house with massive, heavy front doors. The woods surrounding it on all sides were breathtaking, and my cat reminded me I hadn’t shifted in too long. Not that my cat enjoyed the snow and cold, because he did not. Lazing in the sun was more his speed. Still, I needed to make a point of shifting, even for a light run – a very light run – more like a brisk walk. Running was not my thing. Exercise. Blech.
I was still tired, and a bit grumpy and achy, a state I’d been in since my bout with the flu almost two weeks ago. But I’d promised Lachlan I would come to his mom’s house for Christmas Eve dinner. I planned to put a smile on my face, and push my surly mood to the back burner. The SweetSpot was officially closed until after the New Year, and I’d been more than happy to flip the closed sign and lock up a couple of hours earlier.
I’d gone home to change, and had dozed off on my couch, not waking until the buzzing of my phone had invaded my dreams. It had been a text from Lachlan asking me for my E.T.A. Looking at the time, I’d winced. I was late, something I hated being.
The front door opened, and Lachlan’s broad frame filled the entryway, before I had a chance to turn the engine off on my car. My heart warmed at the sight of him, and some of my exhaustion slipped away. We hadn’t seen much of each other the last few weeks, and I realized I’d missed him. It was a strange sensation for me, but it made me feel warm inside. We’d agreed to try dating, and I was going to put my best effort into it. I got out of my car, and waved at him.
One of his rare, full smiles that was brighter than the sun graced his face. An unsmiling Lachlan was gorgeous, but there was a stern look to his rugged features, making him a bit unapproachable. Like the wolf he was, staring down his prey, you wanted to approach with caution.
A smiling Lachlan was another beast entirely. It truly was a sight to behold, and one that took my breath away each time he aimed that mega-watt brightness in my direction. Something he’d been doing more and more of lately. I was starting to really like having that smile aimed my way.
His smile completely transformed his face into something of sheer beauty. And when that smile reached all the way to his stunning eyes, making their icy blue depths warm, well…Lachlan looked good smiling, more than good, and it was something I wanted him to keep doing. That smile always made me want to get him naked. That would definitely have to wait until later. Much later. It had been a week since we’d found the time to get naked with each other, and just seeing him now had my blood rushing south. No one had ever had this effect on me before.
He came out to meet me, his arms going around me in a tight squeeze. I squeezed back, burying my nose in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. My stomach was still off, coffee was not my friend these days, but Lachlan’s scent never made me feel icky. It actually seemed to help when my stomach was tied up in knots.
“I’ve missed you.” He kissed the top of my curls, and it never failed to make me go soft around my edges.
