Page 32 of The Boss Omega
Silas pulls out my seat, and I sit. His hands linger for a second on the back of the chair, fingers skimming my shoulders. He leans down briefly, his beard grazing my cheek, and I feel it everywhere.
Cammie drops into the chair across from me in her sunshine yellow tracksuit, her bleached blonde bob somehow perfect even though I know she only finger combed it this morning. The color does something unfair to her blue eyes. Graham blinks at her over his glasses, as he sits in the seat to my left.
She points at the bacon. “Don’t be stingy.”
He passes her the plate. “Silas is the chef. His grandmother insisted he learn. He cooks for us all the time.”
Silas shrugs. “I enjoy it.” He picks up my plate and begins to add bacon and toast. “Eggs?” he asks.
I nod. “A little of everything, please. It looks so good.”
He places the plate in front of me. It’s piled high and perfectly arranged. He wanted it to taste good and look good for me. I would like to pretend to be a dainty little omega and pick at everything, but it all smells too good. So I eat. Every bite. I’ll have to run an extra three miles later, but it’s so worth it.
Silas watches me polish off the last bite of toast. “Good girl,” he says quietly. A low purr rumbles underneath the words, like the praise and the sound come from the same place.
The words run straight through me. I want to eat another piece of bacon, just to see if he’ll say it again.
I don’t. I’ve already had four pieces. Plus, Cammie already claimed it all for herself.
She licks bacon grease from her fingers and tilts her head at me.
“So… are you going to see a doctor?” Cammie tears a corner off a piece of toast and pops it in her mouth.
I freeze halfway through reaching for my coffee.
Graham’s brows draw together as he sets down his fork. “Because of last night?” He turns worried eyes to me. “Should we call someone? Heat spikes aren’t uncommon.”
“For normal omegas, that would be true,” Cammie says.
I close my eyes. Here we go.
“But Lark’s heats are out of control.”
“Cammie,” I warn.
She ignores me completely. “When she got out of the hospital, the doctor made her promise she’d have her cycles fully monitored.”
Both pairs of alpha eyes snap to me. I wave a dismissive hand. “It’s not that big of a deal. He was exaggerating.”
Silence settles over the table. Not the comfortable kind.
Silas leans forward slightly, forearms resting on the table. His expression has gone very still. “Tell me more.” The dominance in his voice presses against the room.
Cammie blinks once, then straightens a little in her chair. “Well,” she says slowly, “Lark ended up in the hospital after her last heat went sideways.”
“It wasn’t that dramatic,” I say quickly.
Cammie’s eyes flash. “Lark, if you had gone one more day in heat you would have died.”
I should have shoved bacon in her mouth and kicked her out the door.
“Died!” She repeats.
Graham goes pale. “Why?”
“Because she tried to do it alone. Didn’t eat or drink for a whole week,” Cammie says, picking up a strawberry with her fingers before popping it in her mouth.
“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” I mutter.
