Page 9 of Omega's Secret Baby
“That’s a fake smile if I ever did see one.”
I jumped, then glared at Jordan as he turned a chair and sat next to me. “What’s it to you?”
He laughed. “I just thought you’d be happier today.”
I sighed, forcing myself from my defensive stance. “I am happy…”
He studied me for several seconds, and I wondered if he was going to call me on it.
“Dance with me?” Jordan finally asked.
“Huh?”
“I asked if you’d like to dance, encourage some of the other guests to dance too.”
I knew I should refuse, that it would only make the desire worse. But for just a few minutes I wanted to know what it would feel like to be in his arms. Were they as warm and strong as I imagined?
“Ok,” I whispered.
He beamed at me and stood, offering his arm.
I allowed him to help me up and guide me to the dance floor, where one hand settled at my waist.
The press of his palm against me was like a lightning rod for my attention. It was firm, but not demanding. It suggested how I should follow his lead, rather than force my movement.
It was sexy, and demonstrated a quiet confidence that made me weak in the knees. There was no doubt in his stance: he believed that I would do as he wanted without him being overbearing.
The song changed and he held me close for a slow dance.
Jordan’s scent filled me, and I had to force my cock to stay soft. I wanted that divine smell surrounding me in a very different context.
We danced without words, and as he proved competent in his steps I found myself leaning into it. He was strong and capable, smart and handsome. He was everything I wanted in an alpha.
And he was off-limits.
The song ended, and as he slowed I felt him hesitate, giving me an option to leave. But I didn’t want to take it. Instead I’d give in for a few more minutes and let my fantasy play out.
The next song started, and he used his hand on my waist to draw me closer into the dance.
Just a few more minutes…
∞∞∞
I hugged Cody as he stood outside the limo that would take him and Wes to the airport. “Congratulations.”
He smiled at me. “Thanks.”
“I’m gonna crash here tonight, if that’s ok.”
He nodded. “Jordan’s staying in the second bedroom on the left, but the first is open.”
“Ok.”
Wes walked over and slid his arm around Cody’s waist. “We should get going.”
Cody turned and kissed Wes’s jaw. “Ok.”
“Enjoy your honeymoon,” I said, stepping back so that they could get into the back seat.
