Page 24 of With A Little Luck
That’s the breakfast special, complete with toast, eggs, hash browns, sausage, and bacon.
How in the hell did I miss that?
“Oh God, I brought you the wrong food.” I move to slide out of the booth, but he stops me by grabbing my wrist. He uses his left hand to pull me to him while sliding his right arm behind me between my back and the booth.
“Keep your ass planted right here. You’re going to have a few bites of breakfast for me.” That wasn’t a bark, but the command in his words is clear to my system.
“I’m going to get fired,” I whisper.
His arm rests in the indent above my ass, making it less uncomfortable to stretch back as I settle against the booth. My jaw falls as he wraps his forearm around my side, and his right hand comes to rest on my stomach.
“It’s not like it can be served to anyone else now,” Trigg says firmly. “And, as far as your job goes, I can assure you, you’re not going to be fired. Now, be a good girl and open for me, angel.”
I open my mouth on command, and he gently guides a bite of eggs to my lips.
Okay, fun fact… Trigg is left-handed.
And I’m probably going to lose my only source of income because I’d do embarrassing things to hear him call me agood girlagain. Including keeping my ass planted in this booth when I’m supposed to be up, doing my job.
The only saving grace is that it’s still early. Trigg is my only table, but Melanie has two groups on the opposite side of the dining room.
She doesn’t like me very much.
Or that’s the way it seems, based on how she treats me when we’re scheduled together. The food I grabbed must have belonged to one of her tables. She’s definitely going to make a stink about this.
I’m just not sure I care.
If my instincts had a choice, I’d spend the rest of the day with my nose buried in Trigg’s throat.
Chapter Eight
Trigg
My plan to slowly woo Quincy into trusting me went to shit about the time I saw her boss in her living room last night. He didn’t even have the decency to carry her upstairs so she could sleep in her own bed, and I’m not sure if that saved him or sealed his fate.
He would have had no business being in her bedroom. Not that I do, either, but she’s so exhausted by the end of the day that she’s never noticed me.
That son of a bitch cost me a night curled up by her side. When she falls asleep in her own bed, she’s more comfortable. Or rather, as comfortable as she’s going to get at this stage of her pregnancy.
The floor creaks all throughout that old house, and while I have most of the floorboards memorized, I didn’t want to risk sneaking in and having her wake up because of the unusual circumstances.
Even if it killed me, I stayed away and watched her on the cameras instead, but now I’m wondering if skipping a night of cuddling might have had negative consequences for her health.
I’ve done more research about pregnancy than is probably natural.
Omegas need access to alphas while they gestate, or it can have negative consequences for their health.
Not to mention, how it can impact the baby.
“How about a bite of bacon,” I offer, placing down the fork and picking up a strip of meat.
“Okay.” Quincy nods and takes a small bite.
Seeing her eat directly from my hand sends a pang to my cock. It’s quite unsettling, but I’m growing more comfortable with my physical responses when it comes to this omega.
At first, I assumed she had to have an alpha or a pack. Omegas are meant to be coveted and protected, and I couldn’t understand why she would be working unless it was out of necessity.
My fumbled questions about her personal life produced no solid answers, and not knowing was beginning to drive me insane. My entire goal in entering her home was to determine if she had any romantic partners. However, once I was in her bedroom, her scent was too enticing to force myself to leave with haste. Instead, I knelt by her bed and watched her sleep. The experience wasn’t remotely sexual, yet my body reacted as if it was.
