Page 12 of His Sassy Omega
I opened my mouth. Closed it. Gulped in a breath of air, and my senses were flooded with his smell once more. I wanted to jump over the counter that separated us, grab him, and sink my teeth into his neck, right where his shoulder met. Right where his mating gland was, and make him mine.
Reaching blindly into my pocket, I pulled out my money and peeled off the first bill. I tossed it on the counter, not knowing what it was, but knowing it was more than enough to cover the cost of the coffee, plus a generous tip.
He – Quinn – tucked it into the register, with a cheery, “Thanks for the big tip! I do love a big tip.”
I grabbed my coffee and calmly left the shop, but not before calling out, “There are plenty of other bakeries in town, you know?”
“Please go find one,.” he sassed, calling my bluff.
I was all smug until I realized I still didn’t have my cookies. Or good coffee. Or my mate.
Twenty minutes later, I was still trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened to my life when I felt my cell phone vibrate. Pulling it out, I saw it was a text from Wade, and frowned. Shouldn’t he be passed out on cold medicine by now? I’d told him I could handle things without him.
Wade:What. Did. You. Do.??!!!
Uh oh. I sat my coffee on my desk. The black coffee, that was so… black. Ick. No way was I drinking that. Not like it was. It would need cream and sugar. Lots of sugar.
My phone vibrated again. I wanted to ignore it but knew I’d have hell to pay if I even tried it.
Wade:Can you not be trusted alone for even an hour??? Skype. Now!
It wasn’t Skype, but I knew what he meant. Wade always called the instant messaging system we used at work Skype. This meant he wanted to be able to type faster than he could on his phone. That was never good because he could text pretty damn fast.
Yeah, he was ticked at me.
I could almost hear the angry thumping of his fingers as they pounded against the keyboard. I booted up my computer and signed in. I really shouldn’t be surprised, considering Quinn was his best friend. I was surprised he’d already heard about this morning’s events, though. I really shouldn’t have been. I was half convinced Wade possessed superpowers.
BossMan:Shouldn’t you be sleeping off your cold? I need you back here as soon as possible.
BestPAEver:You utter wanker! Do you have any idea what you’ve done, you twat? And I’m high on cold medicine, so I’m not to be held responsible for anything I type.
BossMan:Have you been watching Bond movies again? Or reading fanfic?
BestPAEver:Don’t you judge me, Judgy McJudgerson! Only the Craig/Whishaw ones.
BossMan:Is there any other kind?
I sighed, a picture of Ben Whishaw’s elegant hands flashing through my mind, when he portrayed Q from the James Bond franchise. I had such a Q kink. Not that I didn’t have a Bond kink, but Q did it for me. Brilliantomegas with dry, snarky senses of humor, and sassy, smart mouths. Tousled curls, lithe forms. Beautiful, graceful hands, with long, thin fingers, and sparkling green eyes.
My wolf snickered.
Oh. Fuck. Me.
A picture of Quinn Rafferty replaced the picture in my mind. Except for that russet hair of his, he had a lot of the same qualities I secretly jacked off to in the shower. Or in front of the television, in the middle of my thousandth re-watch of“Skyfall.”
No, no, no. Fate was so fucking wrong with this shit.
BestPAEver:You have such a Q kink! Don’t you dare try to change the subject either! What did you do?
I took a sip of my coffee, wincing at the bitterness, and spit it back into the cup. I’m sure it was good coffee. It just neededsomething. Cream and sugar, and sugar, and more sugar.
I could doctor it up in our break room. Did I even know where our break room was? I thought for a minute. I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually been in the break room. I had a personal assistant, and coffee doctored the exact way I liked it just always magically appeared in front of me. I should consider giving Wade another raise.
BossMan:I’m sure I don’t know what you’re speaking of.
Playing dumb seemed like my best course of action.
BestPAEver:Let’s go over the facts. Cutting in line. Demanding service. Being rude. Pulling the big, bad alpha card. Name dropping. Any of this ringing a bell?
