Page 18 of His Pretty Omega
With my pup.
Joy overwhelmed me and I couldn’t speak.
He stood abruptly, slapping his palms against his thighs. “Well, I need to get to work. I’m already late.” He pulled a yellow square of paper from the pocket of his scrubs and tossed it on my desk. “That’s the address of my doctor. If you decide to show up for the appointment.”
And without a backwards glance, he sashayed out of my office, slim hips and mouth-watering bubble butt jiggling enticingly. Like he hadn’t just crashed into my life–for the second time–and dropped a bomb.
Go after him!My wolf ordered, shaking me out of the fog I had fallen into after he had dropped his pregnancy bombshell.
Rushing out of my office, I glanced around frantically at the empty waiting room. Irene pointed her pen towards the elevators at the end of the long room, not even glancing up from her computer screen.
He was there. Waiting in front of the steel doors, tapping one bright pink tennis shoe clad foot impatiently. The elevator dinged and I hurried to catch him, my long, powerful legs eating up the distance quickly. Grabbing him by the arm as he took a step into the car, I pulled him back against my chest.
He let out a high-pitched squeak, his arms flailing. Turning him, I stared down into his stunning face. His eyes were defiant, but he licked his lips in a nervous gesture, his nostrils flaring and his cheeks pinking with pretty color.
That same electricity that happened between us that first night was still there, still present, making my skin tingle where we touched.
“Mocoso Bonito,” I muttered, fighting the urge to bend my head and capture those glistening lips of his. Did he taste as sweet as I remembered?
He blinked, his fingers digging into my arms where I still held him. “What does that mean?” he demanded breathlessly. “You said that before. That night at the hotel. I remember you calling me that.”
Lips curving upwards into a smile, I translated. “It means pretty brat.”
He snorted, rolling his eyes and huffing out a short breath, but he didn’t deny the truth of it.
“Why are you getting all handsy with me?” He pushed against my hold and reluctantly I let him go. He smoothed a hand down his scrubs, straightening the non-existent wrinkles. “I told you what I needed to tell you.”
His eyes flicked over to where Irene sat at her desk. We were far enough away she wouldn’t be able to hear unless she used her shifter hearing. Because of client confidentiality, she seldom did. Something told me she might this time, but she would never admit to doing it, if I asked.
“I gave you my doctor’s info,” he whispered, looking annoyed now, but that unsure look was back in his eyes. Fleeting, yes, and gone so quickly I nearly missed it. But there, just the same. Even if I hadn’t seen it, I could feel his nerves strumming through his tautly held body. “I told you, you don’t need to be involved. There is absolutely no pressure from me. I’m fine. We’re good. I don’t need anything from you.” He shrugged, trying to look like he didn’t care either way, but there was a vulnerability shining in his eyes that made my heart clench. “Show up or don’t.”
Oh, he was so defensive! But he was also a bit frightened, I could smell it on him. Not of me, I didn’t think, just the entire situation. He was putting on a brave front, but he was scared. Worried. Afraid of the future, and what part I might play in it. Or not play in it,if I chose.
“And what if I need something?” I growled, my words coming out rougher and harsher than I intended them to.
He licked those full, pouty lips of his again, my eyes glued to his pink tongue as he made them glisten even more. “What do you need?”
“Let’s start with your name.”
His lips made a perfect little O, before he pursed them together. “Seth. My name is Seth.”
“Last name, too, please.” Pursing my lips, I dared him to defy me, mimicking his look.
He rolled his eyes, and I held in my snicker, before he huffed, “Brown. My last name is Brown.”
“See,” I told him, brushing an unruly lock of hair off his forehead, “that wasn’t so hard now, was it? Will you please come back to my office so we can finish this conversation?” This time, I made sure to keep my voice calm and gentle. He was like an unbroken horse, skittish as hell and ready to bolt any second.
He shook his head, “I need to get to work. I’m already late. And I have to take off a few hours on Friday. Can’t we just talk then?”
He was trusting that I was going to show up to his appointment, or he was hoping I wasn’t going to and we had nothing more to say to one another. I wanted to force him to talk to me, to come back to my office and sit down. I had so many questions for him, the first being did he feel what was between us? Did he know that we were fated?
Something told me I needed to let him go for now. At least this time, I knew his name. I knew where he would be on Friday.
Stepping back, I put a couple of inches of space between us. “I’ll see you on Friday, Seth Brown,” I stressed his name, liking how it felt rolling off my tongue. Loving the sound of it actually. “Try to be good until then.”
He took two backwards steps until he was in the elevator, his eyes never leaving mine, his chest rising and falling quickly. Then he gave a sassy little laugh, that caused tingles to run up and down my spine. “I’m always good, or don’t you remember?”
The saucy wink he tossed at me as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator set my blood on fire with all kinds of feelings.
