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He winced in horror at the thought, but his face held something else I couldn’t quite name. Respect, maybe? His lips clamped shut, then he muttered, “That’s harsh.”
“You want to make it a month then?” I folded my arms over my chest and tapped my foot against the hard floor. Tap, tap, tap.
“No! That’s not what I meant. Dammit!” He ran a hand through his dark locks, totally messing them up. The disheveled look was good on him. Was that how he looked first thing in the morning, or after sex? I wanted to take my hands and totally mess his hair up more.
“I meant you’re tough, but in a good way. Dammit, I can’t seem to make any sense around you. I’ll take the week.”
“Good choice.”I grinned at him.
He took a step forward, and I fought the urge to take a step back. He was big, broad, and crowded into my space. Another step forward, closer, but I stood my ground.
His arm raised, and then his fingers were brushing across my cheekbone, in the barest whisper of a caress. I couldn’t breathe. The air inside me stopped. My cat whined, then howled, then settled into a purr. I breathed in his scent, musky, male, and citrus. My mouth watered with want.
He rubbed his fingers together. “You had flour on your cheek.” His voice was doing that low, husky, sexy thing again.
I’d been acting like a badass with flour on my cheek? Well…that took some of the snark from my sails, now, didn’t it?
“A week,” I got out, finally taking a step back. I needed space between us. Lots of space. Sooo much space. “And don’t try to get Wade to bring you things,” I warned, wagging a finger at him. “I’ll know, and you won’t like the consequences.”
Something burst to life in his eyes, something wild, raw, and dark. Did he like the thought of being reprimanded and punished? Did Lachlan Sinclair like a little impact play? It made me shiver, despite the heat in my kitchen.
“You’re very sassy.” It didn’t necessarily sound like a compliment, but I chose to take it as one anyway.
I shrugged. “I’ve been called worse.”
He stared at me hard, seemed to be fighting some kind of internal war with himself, before he said, “I’ll see you in a week, Sass Ass.”
I preened at the name he’d called me, even though as endearments went, it wasn’t the best.
I was so fucked.
Chapter Five
Lachlan
I was bored out of my mind.
I sat across from the beautiful omega, and listened to his softly spoken answers to my questions, and I could not be any more bored than I was at this moment.
Until this morning, I’d been excited for this dinner date. On paper, this omega was everything I thought I wanted. Trained at an excellent omega school that taught the arts of specializing in being a traditional house omega. Cooking, cleaning, running a household, taking care of children. He spoke softly, rarely looking me in the eye when he answered my questions. He seemed timid, not asking anything of me, or about myself. He waited for me to take the lead, asking the questions to him, and giving very little in return.
He had even looked a little horrified when the waiter had come to take our orders, and gave me a helpless look. He hadn’t looked at the menu or even opened it. When I’d asked if he wanted me to order for him, he had lowered his lashes, and nodded his head in silence.
He was small in stature, like most omegas, probably no taller than Wade. I was going to have to bend in half to kiss him. It would give me a neckache, I knew from experience. He was thin, bordering on the side of too skinny, and I thought he could use a cookie or five. His skin was pale and flawless, his hair a light brown. His eyes were also brown, a light shade, like whiskey. He was beautiful, there was no doubt of that.
He was everything I was sure I had wanted my entire life, and he didn’t excite me at all. I wasn’t even sure I remembered his name.
I hoped I wouldn’t have to pretend to take a call, or worse, have to text Wade and ask what the omega’s name was. I’d never hear the end of it from him, if I did.
The agency had put us at a ninety percent match. At first, I’d thought it was just a lack of chemistry between us, but I finally had to admit that what I was feeling was complete boredom.
My mind kept drifting back to the other omega I’d met today. The tall, lithe, sexy, sassy, take no prisoners, you can’t have my cookies, omega.
Quinn.
Mate, my wolf nudged me, as if I needed the reminder.
Quinn would not have let me order for him, that I knew for a fact. He would not sit here meekly, not participating in an actual conversation, and he’d have just as many questions for me, as I did for him.
