Page 6 of Lucky Dance Date
The way he paused made it clear I was invited to eat with him if I wanted—or that his ass was on the menu if I desired that instead.
“I think I’d have preferred to forget this one.” I sighed. “Go on before you waste your lunch jabbering at me.”
“Ok,” he said before walking out of my office, a bit of extra sway in his step.
I sighed and scrubbed a hand down my face as soon as the coast was clear. I usually considered myself oblivious to men flirting with me, so for me to notice Avery’s attention meant that he was laying it on thick.
I might have been interested if I wasn’t still in love with Wes. Avery was a decent-looking man with a good head on his shoulders, and he’d make a fine mate—for anybody but me.
“I wish I had that cutie chasing me like that,” another mortgage broker, Morgan, said as he stood in my office door frame, eyeballing the direction Avery had walked off in. “Tell me again why you aren’t already tapping that?”
“No interoffice relationships, remember?” I replied, trying to be diplomatic.
“Like that stops anybody else around here,” he countered, strolling in. “Seriously man, you know half the higher-ups found their mates here.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to hurt Avery’s feelings, because I could swear the walls had ears as easily as office gossip got around. No matter what I said, it would get back to him eventually.
I rubbed the back of my neck and finally decided that there was only one option. “I’m just…” I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Do you remember me talking about my high school reunion last year?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I ran into my old highschool boyfriend, and… I’ve still got it bad for him.”
“From high school?” Morgan asked. “Man, you’ve gotta move on. It’s been more than a decade, right? Why not give Avery a chance? He’s obviously interested.”
I shook my head. “No omega should ever be an alpha’s second choice. They deserve a mate who looks at them, and knows that there could never be another. We owe them that much since all the consequences of a failed mating falls on them.”
“I didn’t say mate him, just date him.”
“That would be leading him on, and I’m not down for that.”
Morgan shrugged. “Whatever man. Your loss, but maybe you should let him know so he can move on too.”
I sighed. “You’re probably right.” Then I paused. “So what did you need?”
He dropped into my guest chair. “I was wondering if you had any leads on new realtors? You remember one of mine retired last month.”
“You speak Spanish?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Naw. I don’t have the head for it.”
“That’s what I thought.” I considered the question for a moment, then shook my head. “I can’t think of anybody, not without you being bilingual. The realtors I work with usually are, so that’s not the problem. But I get mostly Spanish-speaking clients.”
He slumped. “That’s what I thought. If there was ever a time I could visit my younger self, I’d insist that I learn Spanish.”
I chuckled. “We’ve all got our regrets.”
He nodded. “True, but I think yours are bigger than mine.”
I frowned, thinking of how I’d abandoned the only man I’d ever loved. “Yeah.”
Morgan studied me for a minute, then stood. “Let me know if you hear anything.”
“Yeah… ok.”
“And José?”
“Hmm?”
