Page 8 of His Sassy Omega
“I’m sure all of our customers have somewhere important to be this morning,” I said sweetly and smiled my best, brightest smile. I knew I had a great smile, even if I had my fakest one gracing my face right now. “Plan better next time. Perhaps leave your house earlier.”
He seemed not to notice my megawatt smile. Which was good, I told myself, even though a small part of me was a little disappointed.
“Pardon me?” He seemed confused and annoyed by me if his tone was any indication.
“Leave your house earlier. Other people want coffee too, and they have places to be. Plan accordingly.” My smile never left my face, but my voice had a touch of a bite to it. My mom would call it my ‘tone’.Watch your tone, Quinn, was something I heard a lot of growing up. My tone was just fine, thank you very much.
His icy blue eyes stared at me, then did a slow blink. He had silver in his jet-black hair, just a bit at the temples, and it was sexy as fuck. A barely-there, dark mustache and beard covered the outline of his upper lip and chiseled jaw, and I fought the urge to rub against it with my cheek.
I just continued staring into those eyes of his, not blinking. I’d seen his eyes in pictures, I knew they were blue, but they were even more ridiculous up close. The lightest, clearest…aqua was the only word that came close to doing them justice. Or teal? Jesus, what was I now? A writer for Crayola crayons?
His eyes were blue. Just blue. Boring, ordinary blue.
I knew from Wade he was tall, could see it in pictures, but…damn. Wade was always blathering on about how tall Lachlan was, but at five foot six, everyone was tall to Wade. His judgment couldn’t be trusted in anything tall-related. Most children were taller than him.
This alpha was what Gigi would call a tall drink of water. Lachlan had to be at least six foot five. He towered over me by several inches. I’d have to stretch a little to kiss him. I blinked, not knowing where that thought had come from. Kissing him? Why was I even thinking of kissing him? Time to get this runaway train back on track.
Broad too, my cat chimed in his two cents, not helping in the slightest.He’s like two of us in width. Look at the size of that chest. Hmmm….he’d keep us warm at night, all wrapped around us. He’s definitely a big spoon.
I ignored my cat, telling him to zip it. He’d had no opinions on anyone most of my life, but now he was ready to roll over and present to the hottest alpha we’d crossed paths with.
Hot and rude, I reminded myself.
“Look, I’ll pay extra,” he tossed out, his eyes not even on me now, but on the chocolate toffee chip cookies I’d just put in the case. I could practically see the drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. His eyes dilated a little, almost as if the sight of those cookies – my cookies – turned him on.
Another rush of heat washed over my body, and I could feel a trickle of sweat forming on the back of my neck. What was wrong with me? I’d better not be getting everyone’s colds.
Rude people did not get my cookies. I didn’t care how much extra he was willing to pay, or how drop-dead gorgeous he was.
I pointed to the back of the line. “The line is back there. Please go to the end of it, and wait your turn,” I said sweetly, using my fake as fuck customer service voice while turning to the customer Lachlan had bypassed on his way to the front. “Your regular, Sam?”
“Please,” said the sweet omega, Sam, who came in every morning for coffee. He looked like he didn’t want to stand too close to the hulking alpha, who’d nearly plowed him down. I rang up Sam’s order and took his money, completely ignoring Lachlan.
“Look –” Lachlan started in that low, deep timber of his, with his ‘you're wasting my time’ tone.
“No, you look.” I pointed at him, my temper flaring. “The line is back there. End of story. Either you wait your turn, or you take your business somewhere else.”
The next customer in line muttered, “It’s fine. Just give him what he wants, so he can get on with his day.”
Grrrrr…that wasn’t going to teach him anything.
I glared, took a deep breath, and tried to push my temper down. “Fine. What would you like?”
He’d better not even say any cookies. He was NOT getting any of my cookies.
He did at least turn to the customer who had essentially given up his spot to him. With a much softer tone, he said, “Thank you. It’s just that I’m really late for a meeting.”
I wasn’t fooled by that. He was still a rude, entitled alpha, late for a meeting or not. I didn’t care if Wade told me what a wonderful boss he was, and an overall nice guy. Nice guys didn’t cut lines.
“Um…” He chewed on his bottom lip, and goddammit if that wasn’t almost adorable.
Almost.
Fuck, I wanted to bite that plump lip of his. Kiss those lips, and nip that bottom lip, until it was red and swollen.
My cat purred louder, but I ignored that out-of-control asshole.
“I’m not sure what my assistant usually gets me. Maybe you know?” Gone was the harsh tone he’d had, and in its place was a hopefulness, tinged with a little…was that shyness? Surely that wasn’t what I was hearing in his voice. “He’s a regular here. Wade. He comes here every day. He knows the owner.”
