Page 51 of His Sassy Omega
He stared at me, and I held my breath. Waiting for him to huff, and tell me no in his snarky, biting way. Instead, he just quietly said, “Okay.”
Just like that? I shouldn’t be surprised. I’d already come to understand that he was moody, and those moods tended to change with the blowing wind. “Okay?”
He unlocked his car door and swung his tall frame into the driver’s seat.
“Yes, okay. Don’t make it athing, and don’t make me regret this.” He pointed one long finger at me. “You don’t touchanythingunless I tell you to. Better yet just sit and…” He waved a hand at me. “Play on your phone, do work-type things. Answer emails. Play Candy Crush. Whatever it is you corporate types do all day.”
I moved to my SUV, unlocking my car door. I raised two fingers to my brow, in a salute. “No touching cookie dough. Got it.”
He hadn’t said I couldn’t touch him, though.
Chapter Fourteen
Quinn
I watched Lachlan from the corner of my eye, as my mixer whipped up the dough for the sugar cookies. I started another mixer with a different batch, this one chocolate, swapping out some of the flour for cocoa powder. The flying cocoa powder caught his attention, and he stopped pecking at things on his phone.
“Is that chocolate?” I think the man could sniff chocolate out a mile away.
“Yes. Cocoa powder is a pain in the ass.” I waved a hand in the air. “It flies everywhere.”
“Chocolate sugar cookies?” His voice was dreamy. This man and his sweet tooth. “You make chocolate sugar cookies?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t paying too much attention to him, as I busily measured ingredients from the recipe I kept in my head. I could do this in my sleep, and it felt like I had on many occasions.
“How did I not know this?” He sounded genuinely hurt. Like a whole new world had been opened up for him, and no one had told him it was even possible. A world filled with dreams of chocolate sugar cookies.
“Wade knows. Blame him.”
“My PA and I will be having words on Monday about this,” he muttered. I watched him nibbling his lip, pondering. I could almost see his brain whirling. “Can you add…”
I held up a hand to stop him. “I already added them to the brunch. After I saw how well you…like chocolate.” I’d already swapped some of his Christmas cookie order with chocolate ones, knowing he wouldn’t mind. My guess had been right.
I sighed as the mixers did their thing, and placed my hands on my lower back, stretching. I rubbed absently at my temples. My mild, barely-there headache had decided it was tired of being ignored. My head was throbbing. I was sure it was due to the exhaustion that seemed to plague me the last few days, and the stress of the holidays. Plus all the mental drama that had taken up residence in my brain since first meeting Lachlan.
Lachlan got up and headed out of the kitchen. I figured he was going to the bathroom and was correct. He returned with a bottle of water and held his hand out to me. In his palm rested two pain relievers.
“Take these for your head,” he instructed, opening the water and holding it out to me.
I wanted to argue just to let him know he wasn’t the boss of me, but I tossed the pills to the back of my throat and washed them down with the cool water.
“Did you pay for that water?” I sassed, turning off the mixers and covering the bowls with plastic wrap. “Things aren’t free here. They cost money.”
“Left a five on the counter,” he snarked right back, his eyes trailing me as I placed the dough in the industrial fridge. His heated gaze fixated on my ass had me smiling. Not that I let him see the smirk on my lips. “You about ready to head home?”
I sighed, cleaning up ingredients and wiping counters. I should stay and do a couple more batches, even though I’d gotten us a good head start. I was too tired, though, and my head was killing me, along with my back and feet.
“Yes, but I get to pick the movie.” If we were going to my place to movie watch and chill, I was pulling rank on what we were going to watch.
“Of course,” he said, as he followed me out the back and I locked up. “How about a hot bath, some food, and then a movie?”
I gawked at him, stopping dead in my tracks. Becausewhowas this man? Did alphas do things like this? Maybe they did. Was this part of their protective nature, which I’d always found to be overbearing and too possessive? Because what he had just offered sounded amazing.
I mean, I always thought my dad was just an exception to the rule. He worshiped my mom, for all her zaniness, and always let her – and me, for that matter – do what we loved. He never tried to stifle us, or use his alpha voice on us to get us to do what he wanted.
If my dad was an exception, could Lachlan also be an exception? Not counting our first meeting, which he’d said was out of character for him, he’d been rather nice. Sweet. Charming. Sexy.
He’d made it clear he had no problem with me owning my own business, and working. Had even seemed rather proud of it on our date when we’d run into Leo. He certainly seemed to have no issue with me taking control in the bedroom, and was open to experimenting with new things. But would he change his tune if we got more involved? He had been open with Wade that he was looking for a traditional omega.
