Page 18 of His Sassy Omega
He’d be snarky, and full of sass, and he’d challenge me at every turn. Probably roll those gorgeous, green eyes at me, more than once.
When did I start finding eye rolling a turn on?
How could one meeting turn my entire world upside down?
Make me question everything I’d ever thought I’d wanted?
Words my mom said to me, years ago, suddenly became loud in my ear.Sometimes, Lachlan, what we think we want does not come in the packagethat we think it will. You must be open to all possibilities. Fate will bring you what you need.
I suddenly understood exactly what she’d meant.
Quinn Rafferty was the opposite of everything I’d ever imagined I would want in a mate. But want him I did. With every cell of my body.
Our food was delivered, and I was thankful to start eating. I’d pretty much run out of questions to ask. It was hard to keep a conversation going, if every answer to every question was basically one word. Not much you could follow up with.
I was halfway through my delicious, rare steak and loaded baked potato, when I realized my date – yeah, I couldn’t remember his name, and I had to admit it – was just sitting, not eating. He’d eaten the house salad, which had come with our meals, and taken a bite of potato, then nothing.
He was just sitting quietly, hands folded in his lap, head ducked down, eyes averted from me.
“Is something wrong with your steak?” I asked, wiping my mouth with my napkin. My salad sat next to my plate, untouched. My heart would probably have been grateful for the rabbit food, but my wolf wouldn’t have been happy.
It had been a day, and tonight, I needed red meat and carbs.
His honey brown eyes peeked up at me. “I don’t eat meat.”
Dear Goddess, what kind of date hell was I in? That is information that should be included on any dating website applications.
I stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. “But, you’re a wolf.”
While Sweet Alps was full of all kinds of shifters, wolf shifters were predominate. I had even specifically narrowed my criteria and search on the website, so that it only gave me wolf options.
No cats need apply. None. I did not need purring to keep me warm at night. Not even rare, leopard ones, with green eyes that reminded me of emeralds. And russet hair that couldn’t decide if it was red or brown.
Where had that thought come from? If I wasn’t sure I’d only been sipping on water tonight, I’d swear I was drunk. My mind was all over the place.
My wolf snickered at me. He knew I was fucked too.
“Yes, but it’s justwrong.” His voice was sweet, but soft and so sincere, that I was tempted to push my plate away. The way he had stressed the word ‘wrong’, told me exactly how he felt about the steak I’d been in the process of inhaling.
I didn’t even know what to say to that. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around a wolf shifter that didn’t eat meat. I mean…nope, I had no clue how to process that information. We were meat eaters. Period.
“Um…” My expensive education was certainly paying off tonight. “Would you like something else?” It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford it, and I’d hate for him to be hungry. I may have known this date was going to amount to zero, before it even got started, thanks to a tall, smells like cookies omega, but I would still act like the gentleman I’d been raised to be.
He smiled sweetly. “No thank you. I got full on the salad.”
I blinked, feeling my brows raise into my hairline. That certainly explained why he was so skinny.
Quinn’s lithe form flashed in my mind, his tall, thin frame. But he had muscles, his forearms corded with small but bulging muscles. Not to mention the glimpse of his very round bubble butt I’d seen, as he’d waltzed through the doors to his kitchen.
Did people actually get full on salads? I didn’t know any. It wasn’t even a chef salad. There was no meat, eggs, cheese, not that he would probably eat it, if it had those things on it. With the whole not eating meat thing.It was lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, basic salad. A very small, very bland, basic salad.
A horrific thought struck me. It really shouldn’t have, as I knew this date wasn’t going anywhere beyond tonight, but I needed to know. If for no other reason than to have a basis of what questions I should ask in the future, before approaching another omega for a date.
My wolf whined at that thought, snarling that we’d already met our mate. I ignored him, determined to continue with my life plan.
“How do you feel about sweets?” I asked in all seriousness because it was serious business.
“Do you mean desserts?”
