Page 21 of His Sassy Omega
I made my way into my inner sanctum, sitting at my desk. Wade followed, and plopped down in one of the vacant chairs in front. This was our usual morning. Coffee, some BS, and going over the day’s schedule.
“I’m banned for a week,” I told him, savoring my sip of sweet caffeine.
He raised a dark brow, which was a sharp contrast to his newly teal hair. “That must have been some apology.”
I smirked, sipping my coffee, and gave him a wolfish smile. “I can be charming, you know?”
He snorted, then grabbed a tissue from my desk, and blew his still leaking nose. “Please, that charming nonsense doesn’t work on Quinn. Trust me.”
I shrugged. Something had worked. I thought about telling Wade I thought Quinn was my mate – my fated mate – but I wasn’t ready for all that would entail just yet. Wade was Quinn’s best friend, and my employee. Yes, we were friends, but it would be awkward.
I wasn’t sure about anything just yet, not even if Quinn felt the same things I felt. I knew he was attracted to me. I could smell the arousal oozing off of him, each time we were in the same room. Granted, it had only been twice, but I was ready to rectify that.
Attraction didn’t mean you actually liked the person you were attracted to. First meetings aside, there was a part of me – a big part – that wanted Quinn to like me. I may have been crazy confused about all the things I was feeling, but I was sure I wanted to see him again.
“Were you able to set up a meeting with Quinn?” I asked, eying the blueberry muffin Wade had pulled out of thin air, and was taking a big bite out of.
In front of me.
I knew that muffin. That was one of Quinn’s muffins.
I stared at the muffin with narrowed eyes, then pointed a finger at the blueberry delight and demanded, “How?”
Wade shrugged. “I can be charming too. Besides, best friends since we were six. I know where all the bodies are buried.”
I growled.
He smirked. “Simmer down. I have a secret weapon.”
I waved a hand in the air. “Care to share?” I could use all the help I could get where Quinn Rafferty was concerned.
He took another big bite, eyeing me over the top of the muffin.
I bet he couldn’t even taste the damn thing with his cold. He was just being mean.
“I have a Gigi,” he mumbled around his mouth full of breakfast treat.
I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t have a clue what that means? Do I even want to know?”
He stood up with a flourish, bouncing on his feet. “I’ll never tell. It’s my secret weapon. Your meeting with Quinn is set for tomorrow night at five. He’ll have some samples for you, and you can go over specifics and pick the menu. Don’t fuck this up,” he ordered, stopping in the doorway.
“Oh, and call your brother. I’m not your message taker, you know?” He flounced back to his desk, pert but red nose, in the air.
I shook my head at his theatrics. “You literally are paid to be my message taker,” I yelled out to him. “Which brother?”
“The Fun Killer,” he yelled back.
So, Finn, then. I should have guessed from Wade’s reaction. Wade and my brother Finn had what you would call a hate/hate relationship. I wasn’t sure what had sparked it, but neither seemed inclined to call a truce anytime in the near future. Or ever.
I glanced at my cell phone, noticing I’d missed several messages in our brother group chat. I’d put my phone on silent at the beginning of my date the night before, and I hadn’t taken it off. I scanned down, skipping the first few.
Jamie:Jesus, is he dead? What the fuck? Don’t be a dick, Lach.
Brendan:Christ, he’s probably busy, I know I am. It is the busy season, you know.
Finn:I hate that you made me have to call your office, and talk to He Who Shall Not Be Named, Lach. You owe me.
Good Goddess, when did everyone in my life become so dramatic? I’d been a half hour late, and hadn’t bothered to check my phone. Sometimes a guy needed to rub one out in the shower. Or two.
