Page 67 of His Sassy Omega
I’d just sank back into my chair when I felthim.
I don’t know how I knew he was there, but I did. It was as if something shifted in the air around me, and I knew he was here. I looked up to see Lachlan striding towards me, his long legs eating up the distance quickly. People seemed to just move out of his way. He had a determined and concerned look on his face. Josh was a few steps behind him, holding a bag of what I assumed had food of some kind in it.
Lachlan didn’t bother coming up to the window, just strode to the side, and entered the booth like he owned it. I blinked and he was crouching down in front of me, his big hand sweeping the hair back from my forehead. I sighed and pushed my head into his hand, my eyes fluttering closed. I didn’t care about anything at the moment, except his hands on me. Soothing me, taking care of me. His hands were cool against my skin that felt heated, and they felt heavenly. It felt so good to have him touching me.
“Quinn.” He whispered my name. “Josh told me you’re not feeling well. You don’t look good, baby. Why didn’t you call me?”
Traitor Josh.
I blinked my eyes open, looking into Lachlan’s worried blue ones. “So I’ve been told. I’m fine.”
If I said it enough, it would be true. I don’t know why I felt the need to keep acting like I was fine when all I wanted to do was curl into him, close my eyes, and let him take care of all my problems. “I don’t need anyone to hold my hair back for me when I’m puking. I can do that on my own, thank you very much.”
“Hmmm,” was his only comment, his eyes assessing my face, completely ignoring my lackluster attempt at any kind of sass. He touched my forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re a little warm.”
I was? That couldn’t be right, because now my teeth were chattering. I could feel myself starting to shake, and I clenched my teeth to keep themfrom chattering loud enough to be heard. I’d thought I was starting to feel better, and for the past few hours, I had rallied. Now, I felt worse than ever, like a second wave of illness was about to hit me hard.
“I’m taking you home and putting you to bed,” Lachlan stated, in a voice I’m sure not many people argued with.
My head ached. A pounding ache, which hadn’t subsided all day, and I sighed. “I have a headache, honey, not tonight.” I could use cutesy names too. Though I did kind of like the way his voice lowered and got all husky, every time he called me ‘baby’. “I’m here until three, I’ll leave then.”
“There’s my Sass Ass. At least I know you’re not dying,” he muttered, looking at Josh as he crowded into the booth. “I’m taking him home.”
Had the man not just heard me? I was totally going to tell him I did what I wanted, and he wasn’t the boss of me. If I wasn’t so tired, and feeling worse by the second, I totally would have. That, and I was sort of – kind of – enjoying his take-charge attitude, at least in the way he wanted to take care of me. Not that I would ever admit that to him. Dammit, why did I find that so attractive when it was him doing it?
Josh sat the bag of fried something down on the counter. I could smell the grease fumes rolling off it, and it turned my stomach from an ache to a thrashing wave. Ugh…I clamped my lips together, my hand going back to push at my cramping stomach.
“Please, take him. He’s bad for business,” Josh pleaded, with a teasing, yet slightly worried tone. I knew he was concerned.
“Fuck you,” I muttered, but my voice lacked its usual heat. “We’ve made plenty this morning.”
I wanted to add something about bossy alphas thinking they could order me home, but I just didn’t have it in me.
“No thanks to that face of yours,” Josh shot right back. “You look like an extra on‘The Walking Dead’.
Okay, that was a bit much. I flipped him off again, trying not to hurl all over myself, and the booth. That would be bad for business. Really bad.
I gave up the argument I really didn’t feel like having. “Fine. I’m going.” Somehow making it sound like it was my idea. I stood up and immediately regretted it.
The booth tilted sideways, then tilted the opposite direction. Black dots were dancing before my eyes, and the edges of my sight went gray and blurry. I blinked, reaching out a hand to grab onto anything close to steady myself.
Lachlan had turned to say something to Josh, but the words were muffled, coming at me as if from a tunnel. I wanted to say his name, but I couldn’t seem to make my mouth form any words.
I must have made some sound, or my feet stumbling when I couldn’t find anything to hold onto alerted him. I saw him turn, his mouth moving with words I couldn’t seem to grasp. His arms reached out for me, and then my eyes rolled in my head. My knees gave out, and I felt myself going down, and then nothing but blessed darkness.
I blinked my gummy eyes open, peering into the darkness. I laid quietly for a minute, letting my brain come back online. My stomach was calm, but it felt sore and achy.
It was a great improvement from the sea-sick feeling from earlier. My head hurt a little, but nothing like the spiking pain from before. I moved, stretching my limbs out, feeling the familiar blankets around me.
My bed. I was in my bed, my warm blankets pulled around my naked form. My room was dark, except for a sliver of moonlight coming in through my bedroom window, and from the light on in my bathroom. It had been left on, and the door was pulled almost shut, leaving just enough of a gap for light to come through.
My bladder was full-on screaming at me, and I casually tried to sit up. Every one of my muscles protested the movement, and I groaned, flopping back down. Swinging my legs around to the floor, I rolled somewhat off the bed, right into a pair of rock-hard arms.
“Whoa.” Lachlan’s voice was husky and low in my ear. “What do you need, Quinn?”
“Need to piss,” I panted, because trying to get out of bed had taken all I had out of me, and making words was hard. I may have felt marginally better than I had, but I was weak, and my muscles were shaky, letting me know they weren’t thrilled about us being vertical.
“Okay.” He swung me up into his arms before I could protest, and I just hung onto his bulging biceps and buried my face into the crook of his neck. Goddess, he smelled so damn good, all the time.
