Page 2 of Omega's Tempting Fate
“You do know I’m the one who’ll have to implement this,” I huffed.
“And that’s why I’m going to overlook you being late,” she jabbed.
“See me getting you any more coffee.”
She laughed and turned to head back into her office. “You’ll be fine. The demo showed that it was pretty easy to connect.”
“Demos are supposed to show that,” I grumbled as I once again tried to assess the damage of the spilled coffee.
I sighed. I just had to hope that nobody walked in until I could head home and change during lunch. One nice thing about what we did was that we normally dealt with people over the phone, not face-to-face. I was more likely to see a vendor or contractor than a client.
I grabbed what was left of my coffee then sat at my desk. I took a gulp, and grimaced. There hadn’t been enough left after the spill to retain heat, and it was already lukewarm.
I couldn’t even blame it on a case of the Mondays, since it was Thursday.
I dug my cell from my pocket, thankfully on the dry side, and opened my texting app. My best friend, Theo’s, name was right at the top.
Ten mins in and already a day from hell. Drinks after work?
I set the phone on the desk and opened the schedule for that day. We had a couple of check-ins, but it was mostly routine tasks: pool and spa maintenance, landscapers, and cleaners. The biggest appointment was that afternoon, when I was meeting with some caterers to determine their needs to access a property prior to a party that guests would be throwing upon their arrival.
The joys of a destination getaway.
I jumped as the office phone on my desk rang, scrambling to answer it. “Dreamcation rental and property management, Cody speaking.”
“That bad already?” Theo asked.
I sighed. “Worse. Does this mean yes or no on the drinks?”
“Yes, but I thought if you were texting me this early then you’d want to hear my sexy sexy voice.”
“You have no idea.”
There was a pause, then Theo was more serious. “Everything ok Cody? Normally you play-flirt back.”
I pushed up my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose. “As I said in my text, it’s already the day from hell. I was late because everybody seemed to think that it was ok to get coffee for the whole office in the drive-thru, then an alpha bumped into me when I was walking in and dumped my coffee all over me. If that wasn’t bad enough, turns out he was from this new app that’s been trying to get us to try their product, and now we’re on a beta test.”
He hissed a breath through his teeth. “Damn, you weren’t kidding. At least tell me the alpha was hot.”
“Eh,” I replied. “Tall, blond, blue-eyed and a tan that any surfer would be jealous of. More your type than mine.”
“You don’t have a type.”
“Sure I do.”
“Describe your perfect alpha.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“I’m just saying that every time I point out a hottie, you act like he’s just average. You’ve got a fated mate out there, and you don’t want to admit it.”
My stomach clenched. I hated that term: fated mate. It might as well be a curse to me, but Theo didn’t know that.
Part of me just hoped that if I never voiced my fears, that the universe wouldn’t be tempted to make them happen, even if it meant sometimes taking the teasing of my best friend.
“Guys like me don’t get fated mates,” I said for probably the millionth time, willing it to be true.
“I don’t think fate cares.”
