Page 9 of His Sassy Omega
I stared at him with my green eyes, not blinking, my face impassive. Oh, he did not just try to name-drop. Withmyname.
Of course, I knew his order.
I pursed my lips, blinking my eyes innocently. “Sorry, I don’t have a clue. I’m new here.”
Josh snorted, then choked on a cough, but kept his head down, not ratting me out for my lies. He wasn’t even making eye contact, from whatI could tell. Neither were any of our regular customers, who knew who I was.
Lachlan glanced up at the board, his eyes roaming over all the specialty coffee drinks. “I guess just give me the quickest thing you can.”
He was looking at his watch now, really late for that important meeting of his, I guessed.
I grabbed a large cup, poured black coffee in it, and put a lid on it. Knowing that he hated black coffee. Nope, he liked his coffee flavored and sweet enough to get a cavity from one hit of it. I placed the coffee in front of him and rang it up. “A dollar fifty.”
“And some of those chocolate toffee chip cookies, please,” he added.
“No.” My voice was firm.
Everyone stopped talking at once. It was creepy and eerie, as if all the noise had been sucked away. You could almost feel the tension strumming between the two of us, like a live wire.
“I’m sorry, what?” His voice was soft, but the edge from earlier was back.
“Which letter did you not understand?” I questioned, abandoning my customer service skills altogether. “The ‘N’ or the ‘O’?”
Oh, I’d done it now.
I could tell by his face. He was pissed with a capital P. His body went rigid, all his muscles tight beneath his expensive suit. His teeth clenched, and I was sure there was a slight tic in his right jaw.
“Get your manager.” His voice was hard, and I’m sure when he used it, everyone usually jumped to do his bidding.
Chapter Three
Lachlan
“Get your manager,” I growled.
I knew I was using my Alpha voice, but I didn’t care. I was still grouchy, my morning run and shift not helping much. I still felt off, like my skin was too tight for my body. I was tired. I was late for a meeting with the Foundation’s board of directors. I was hungry. I wanted my coffee. The kind of coffee Wade always brought me, not this straight cup of black crap this gorgeous, smart-mouthed omega had tried to hand me.
I wanted some cookies, dammit. Those cookies. Those warm, fragrant, chocolate, toffee chip cookies, which are my absolute favorites.
I would live off those cookies if anyone would let me.
Though I did love the red velvet cupcakes, with that cream cheese frosting too. I had dreams about that frosting. I wanted to see if I could just buy that frosting, and smear it all over…well, someone and lick it off. Maybe when I found my mate. Until that happened, I’d be happy with a spoon, eating it straight from a bowl. I had no shame.
My absolute favorite, after those cookies, were the scones. Those fucking scones were better than the ones I’d had in England. The ones that hadstarted me on my whole love of scones journey in the first place. The blueberry lemon ones were my favorite. Maybe the chocolate cherry. I couldn’t decide, I loved them all.
My sweet tooth was an out-of-control monster. Always had been, ever since I was a kid. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was tall, broad, and ran every morning, I’d probably weigh a trillion pounds.
The omega in front of me, with those light green eyes like pieces of glass, smiled sweetly at me again.
Oh, his smile was good – that smile could knock someone’s pants off – but I knew he was faking it. Those stunning eyes of his gave him away. He wanted to toss my ass out on the street.
He was gorgeous, from his long feet, housed by dark purple vans, to his russet hair, held off his shoulders by a short ponytail. It was a mixture of dark brown, and dark red, and it gleamed warmly in the overhead lights. He was tall, at least six feet or more, lanky, and beautiful. His cheekbones could cut glass, and his lips were full and pouty, and the perfect shade of delectable pink.
“I am the manager.” Each word was enunciated sharply.
Of course, he was, because that was how my day was going. I should have just stayed in bed and faked a cold.
“Get me the owner then. Is he on-site?” Now I was not only using my Alpha voice but also my ‘boss man business’ voice. That’s what Wade called it. My youngest brother, Jamie, would say I was using my ‘I’m a Sinclair’ voice, and you’d better respect that. He would follow that by adding, “Don’t be a dick, Lach.” I hated it when I heard that tone in my voice. It made me cringe every time I used it.
