Page 38 of The Boss Omega
“Oh, the glass is so much prettier from this side,” she gasps. Specks of bright green, pink, blue, and yellow light dot the furniture and hardwood floors. She reaches out and catches a spot of pink light in her palm, turning her hand to watch it move. I have never loved this room more than I do right now.
“When we redecorated, we tried to make a blend of old and new.” I guide her to the seating area. “This table is an antique and likely similar to what the original owners would have included, but this—” I rub my hands on the smooth back of a wooden chair, tracing the curve. “This is one of Silas’ pieces.”
Lark’s eyes widen. “You made this?”
Silas’ face heats. “Do you like it?”
“I’ve never seen anything like it. May I?” He nods, and she sits, immediately rubbing the curved lines of the chair’s arms.
“Oh, wow. It’s so comfortable. I didn’t expect that from a wooden chair.”
Silas is too pleased to respond, so I do it for him. “Its mate is in the omega suite. He made it for a woman’s body.” I watch her face process that. Silas built furniture for an omega he hadn't found yet. For years it just sat there.
I let her sit with that for a moment before excitement gets the better of me. I pull her to standing. “This way.”
Lark laces her fingers with mine again, and I lead her through. We pass a formal dining room, another sitting room no one uses enough, and our large, modern kitchen, I rush through the kitchen. Double ovens, ridiculous marble island, the built-in speaker system that links every room. The kitchen isn't what I want to show her. I can show her the kitchen any time. I want to show her the omega suite.
“The bedrooms are all here,” I say as we hit the second-floor landing. “I’m just down the hall on the right, Saint’s next door, Silas is the last on the left. The other rooms are for guests or…any children we might have one day.”
Lark’s face burns red, but she doesn’t correct me. It gives me a stupid, reckless hope. I file that away carefully. Right next to the historical paint research and the fact that she prefers her coffee sweet.
“Your spaces are on the next floor.”
Lark turns her eyes to Silas who is still holding a suitcase in each hand. “Oh, yes, I’m sure you want to put those down.”
He shrugs. “It’s no problem.” He’s not lying either. The man is built like a wall. He could probably hold her luggage all day and never so much as have a muscle twinge.
I pull Lark up the stairs. “There’s an elevator, too, in case you don’t feel like climbing.”
“That’s a nice feature, but I like going this way for the tour.”
We make it to the landing. There’s a short hall with two doors. “The one on the left is the nest. The right is your main bedroom. There is a bathroom that connects the two, so you don’t have to walk into the hall to get from one to the other.”
Her eyes light. “Can I see?”
“Of course!” I open the bedroom door and let her walk in first. She walks immediately to the large windows along the front wall.
“The view is incredible.”
The late afternoon sun bathes her in warm sunlight, highlighting the streaks of golden blonde running through her hair. My brain, which has never once failed me, goes completely offline.
She belongs here. With us.
She turns from the window. Silas places her luggage next to a large dresser and walks toward her. “You’ll tell us if you want anything changed?”
She looks around the space. The room is huge, easily twice the size of each of ours. The soft yellow and green color scheme makes it feel sunny and welcoming without being too bright. I chose it after reading seventeen articles on color psychology and omega comfort. I'm not going to tell her that.
A tall king-sized canopy bed anchors the center, and along the front wall are glass doors that lead to a small balcony where she can sit and look over the river. There’s also a generous sitting area with Silas’ matching chair, and a desk in case she wants privacy while she works. If not, she has space in our pack office.
“We took a chance on the color. If you don’t like it—”
“I love it,” she interrupts me. “It’s perfect for the space and for me.”
She says it like she means it, and Silas and I both release a pent-up breath. I was ready to get paint and stay up all night if I had to.
“Want to see your nest?” he asks.
“Lead the way, sexy.” He chuckles, pleased with the compliment.
