Page 25 of The Boss Omega
I don’t even have time to process that before she steamrolls ahead.
“Okay, I need to know everything. How was it? What do they look like? What do they smell like?" She pauses to catch her breath. "What are their names?"
Names!
“I have to tell you,” I butt in, “about the big one who, you know, did the majority of the work.”
Dead silence for two seconds, then, "I'm sorry. The majority of the WORK?"
I bite my lip. "He was very thorough."
She loses it completely. “Tell me more about this big one.”
I resist an eye roll. “I’m being serious. He asked my name. Called me ‘little bird’.”
She’s really laughing now. “That’s perfect. Lark, his little bird. Did you answer him?”
“No! I was so embarrassed that I let a stranger dothatto me. I hightailed it out of there.”
Cammie’s still amused, but she’s doing her best to give best friend advice. “In your defense, you didn’t exactly have time for introductions. Biology took over. They’ll get it. You’re an omega. They are alphas. It’s normal.”
A knock sounds at the door.
“Little bird, are you okay? Do you need us again?”
The voice is deep and rough. It slides right down my spine.
My omega purrs in contentment.
“He’s at the door,” I whisper shout into the phone.
Cammie laughs. “Considering you’re the most bad-ass omega I know, you spook at the weirdest shit.”
“But what about CoffeeGuy? If they are pack members, what should I do?”
“What would Boss Bitch Lark do?”
“She’d—” I’m interrupted by a rattle of the door handle.
The deep voice calls though the wood. “Little bird, unless you say no, I’m coming in. Five, four…”
“She’d what?” Cammie prompts.
“She’d crunch the numbers and write a proposal?”
She makes a buzzer sound. “Try again.”
I sigh. “She would own the space and make him get on board or get out. Boss Bitch Lark doesn’t take no for an answer. Not from suppliers. Not from investors. And definitely not from a scent-matched alpha with commitment issues.”
“Ding, ding, ding,” she sing-songs. “Now get out there and own that pack, with or without CoffeeGuy.”
A laugh escapes before I can stop it. “I love you, you know that, right?”
“I know, babe.” And then she clicks off the line.
I rise and move to the door. My fingers curl around the knob as the deep voice says, “One.”
I take a steadying breath and then open the door. The room is dark compared to the brightness of the bathroom, and I blink a few times before my eyes focus. When they adjust, I see them.
