Page 47 of Her Destined Alpha
“Sexy? Hot? Appealing, Kitten? Tell me,” I murmured, leaning towards her.
“Too much!” Too much? Okay, that was not how I’d describe myself.
“I’m dressed casual-smart, Kitten.”
“Well, you stand out.” She frowned in displeasure. I smirked in satisfaction.
“Us Rossis have that gene,” I said arrogantly. She rolled her eyes.
“Fine, good luck,” she said, adjusting her own shirt.
That was a quick change,I guess she accepted it. She shook her head, walking off, and I wouldn’t deny that my eyes were fixed on that ass of hers. I liked her in skirts.
“Could we getanother coke?”
“With some ice? It’s kinda hot in here.”
“Sure,” I said, walking off.
“Damn, he’s so fucking hot. Shall we ask for his number?”
“Fuck yeah, look at that.”
Now I know what she meant about good luck.The place was packed with women, and everyone seemed to know it was because of me. Where the staff had looked excited about the rush, they were beginning to look disgruntled.
I also hated the fact that my kitten was rushing around taking order after order. We hadn’t gotten a break since morning, and I had to admit it was not my type of job. I wasn’t used to serving others; heck, I was an alpha, and the only people I would usually serve were my mate and mother.
Although I usually wouldn’t mind the attention from all the gorgeous women, there was only one woman whose attention I wanted. Delsanra’s. One who wasn’t even looking at me.
“Table ten, sweet cheeks,” Gwen said with a big smile, although she had been a bit hostile to start with, something about the other day I came in here. When I said Delsanra and I had an argument and that that was the reason for her annoyance, she took an instant liking to me the moment Delsanra had begrudgingly nodded.
Table ten was the most annoying. It consisted of a bunch of young women who were flirting openly, and although I kept a smile on my face, I was getting tired.
“Help me, Kitten,” I pleaded as she walked past me.
“No,” she said, glancing at the table.
Her mood had also gotten worse as the day went by, and I wondered if it was the extra work or if I was lucky enough to have made her jealous. It wasn’t the aim, but if it worked, then hey, why not?
“Please, baby?” She gave me a withering glare and stepped closer to me, motioning me to bend down.
“Call me that one more time, and I swear I will chop your sausage off, barbeque it, and force-feed it to you,” she said, making me internally flinch. Her eyes were full of a burning rage that made all my amusement vanish. She was pissed, and I had no idea what I had done.
“Hey, are you-”
“I’m working, don’t talk to me.” Turning, she stormed off.
“What the…”
“Oh, come on, handsome, do you really not know why she’s angry?” Donovan asked, passing me the tray.
“No,” I said, quietly watching Delsanra give a couple a small smile as she took their order.
“She’s jealous,” he chuckled.
Despite the fact that his words made my stomach somersault, I knew it couldn’t be the truth. I’d love it if she was, but the staff here thought we were a couple… when we weren’t. If Donovan knew that, he wouldn’t say she was jealous.
“Hm.” I didn’t say more as I got back to work.
