Page 17 of His Pretty Omega
He licked his dark reddish-purple lips tinted with that same shining gloss he had been wearing that night, but he never took his gaze from mine. Smugly, he said, “I told you he would see me.”
Tilting my head, I narrowed my eyes at him, my lips fighting a smile.
Brat.
Irene looked to me for confirmation, and I gave a slight nod of my head.
“Does your guest require anything?” Her tone was cool with a slight snip to it.
Oh, yeah, she was not happy with me. Not that I blamed her. She did her job exceptionally well, and she took being my gatekeeper seriously. And while I appreciated everything she did for me, and in keeping my office running smoothly, I needed privacy and to not be interrupted.
“Um…” this was the first time I saw a crack in his bravado armor that he had wrapped himself in, and he swallowed hard, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Could I…do you have a Sprite? Or something like that? Ginger-ale?”
Reaching into the mini-fridge I kept beside my desk, I pulled out a green can of the lemon-lime soda. Popping the top, I slid it across the desk towards him. “I have it. Thank you, Irene. Close the door, please.”
“You’ll buzz if you need anything?” She was still looking athimlike she didn’t trust he wasn’t up to no good, or there to start any trouble. I had no doubt he was absolutely here to start some kind of trouble, and I was surprisingly okay with it.
“Of course,” I assured her, flashing a smile. “We’ll be fine, won’t we Mr.–?”
Taking a deep breath, he straightened his shoulders, and that mischievous gleam I remembered well lit up his eyes.Flashing Irene a smirk, he waggled his fingers at her in a slightly shooing motion, declaring, “We’ll be just fine.”
Irene gave him the stink eye, but she closed the door, a bit harder than necessary. Letting me know I’d be getting an earful later. And it didn’t escape my notice he still hadn’t supplied me with even his last name.
Waving to one of the empty chairs in front of my desk, I sat back down, leaning back casually in my leather chair. While he slid gracefully into the empty chair, reaching for the cold can and taking a sip, I observed him quietly.
He was just as beautiful as I remembered, though there was a slightly fragile air about him today. His dark hair was styled in a messy tousle that accentuated his high cheekbones and pouty lips. His pale skin held a slightly green tint to it, and there were dark circles bruising the delicate skin beneath his gorgeous aqua eyes. That and him asking for the fizzy soda made me wonder if he was ill. Concern took over my body, and I had to tamp down all my natural caregiving instincts. Something told me he wouldn’t appreciate them at the moment.
His beautiful eyes were once again rimmed in black liner, though toned down from New Year’s. And his ridiculously long, dark lashes were curled. The effect made his eyes pop and drew your attention to them. It was the only make up he was wearing today, and the scruff on his cheeks and chin said he hadn’t bothered to shave in a couple of days. It did nothing to distract from his beauty.In fact, I found I liked the combination of masculine and feminine he had going on. A lot. He was dressed in pale pink scrubs, covered in cartoon kittens and puppies, the color a delicate contrast to his pale skin and dark hair. So, he was in the medical field in some capacity. It was the start of figuring out just who my fated was.
He sat the can of soda on the edge of my desk after taking a delicate sip, his eyes glancing around my office, taking it all in. I had about a million questions I wanted to ask him. Like how he had found me, and what his name was! But something told me I needed to wait for him to speak.
“So…” he began, then stopped, swallowing. He took a breath then blew it out.
“So?” I repeated quietly.
His brows furrowed, little grooves forming on his forehead. “You remember me, right?”
Raising a brow, I nodded. “Oh, yeah. I remember you.” Picking up the many times folded and unfolded piece of paper on my desk, I waved it in his direction. “You’re hard to forget.”
His blue eyes followed the waving paper, and I knew the instant he recognized what it was. “You kept that?”
“It was the only thing I had to remember you by.” Besides my memories, which wouldn’t leave me in peace. And the stolen pillowcase, that if I closed my eyes, I pretended I could still smell his scent on. But I wasn’t about to tell him that, because that was just weird.
“Yeah, about that,” he muttered, looking at his hands clasped tightly in his lap. He took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. I watched in fascination as he straightened his shoulders just like he had with Irene. The fragility I saw was instantly replaced by a spine of steel, and when his head came up, his gaze was steady on me. And a little defiant.
“So, I’m pregnant, it’s yours, I’m keeping the baby, and I really don’t need anything from you. But I do feel the alpha has a right to know he is going to be a father, and my first doctor appointment is this Friday, at ten.” He said it all in a rush, took another big breath and kept going. “If you can make it, or want to even, or even want to be involved, whatevs, you can show. But it’s totally cool if you know you want to opt out. Just like, I’d prefer if you took the out now, and not later. I don’t want my kid getting attached if you’re just gonna be a deadbeat alphahole. And we totes don’t need to be together or anything. You can still be involved, without us being…whatever. I didn’t mean to imply it was like all or nothing. We totally don’t need to be a package deal. I’m like…um two months now, but you can figure that out on your own, I guess. I found out on Valentine’s Day. Not really what I was hoping for. More wanted roses and chocolates. Instead I got puking and a positive pee stick. Go me!” He waved his hands in a mock cheer.
Blinking hard, I stared at him, trying to get my brain to comprehend all the fast spoken words he had run together in a rush of too long sentences.
Pregnant?
He was pregnant?
Air rushed into my lungs and I scented the air, catching the delectable scent of peach cobbler. My cock instantly hardened, and I scooted my chair closer to my desk, to cover the bulge.
His scent had changed though. It was a bit sweeter while at the same time it had a darker musky scent attached to it that hadn’t been there before.
My mate was pregnant.
