Page 87 of The Boss Omega
We ride in silence for a few minutes before Graham speaks. “You know, beautiful, we should probably get a few things settled for your heat.”
I can feel my happy glow dim a little. I don’t want to talk about heats. They are painful and long.
And we don’t have all our alphas, yet.My omega reminds me.
Thankfully, the restaurant’s parking lot comes into view before we can continue our conversation, and before I can move too far into my feelings about my omega’s comment.
The maître d’ appears before we’ve fully stepped inside.
“Mr. Caron,” he says, dipping his head respectfully toward Silas.
Silas gives him a short nod. “Evening.”
The restaurant is breathtaking. The entire place sits on a cliff above the water. The view is unreal. It’s recently been renovated to perfectly blend old-world money with new-world opulence andunderstated glamour. I haven’t been here since the reopening. I’ve been planning to come one night with Cammie. She’ll be green with envy when she learns I came with the guys.
The main dining room stretches out in a wide-open space of dark wood and glass. Low lights hang above the tables, casting everything in a warm amber glow. Floor-to-ceiling windows run along the far wall, revealing the black ribbon of river far below.
Conversations dim slightly as the maître d’ leads us across the room. I can feel eyes following us. Most of them aren’t looking at me, though. They’re looking at my alphas.
And honestly? I get it. My alphas are hot. Like,make you drop your soup spoonhot.
Silas walks beside me, his large hand laid possessively on my low back. Graham moves easily on my other side. He’s all long limbs and elegant lines. And Saint trails just behind us, tall and dangerously beautiful.
Several women openly stare. One actually bites her lip.
Excuse me?
A strange little surge of possessive heat rises in my chest. The urge to turn around and claw her eyes out flashes through my mind so quickly it startles me.
What the fuck is that? I have never once in my life wanted to claw someone's eyes out over an alpha.
Except you do… for them,my omega murmurs smugly.
I ignore her. Mostly.
I take Graham’s hand and pull him closer.
Silas chuckles. “Calm down, little bird. We only have eyes for you.”
The maître d’ stops at a table by the windows. The river spreads out beneath us, moonlight dancing across the surface far below.
“Your table, Mr. Caron.”
“Thank you.” Silas pulls out my chair before taking his own.
The moment we sit, a server appears with a chilled bottle of champagne already waiting in a silver bucket. Silas glances at the label and nods his approval.
“Salon Blanc de Blancs Le Mesnil.” The waiter shows the rest of us the bottle before pouring.
I blink.
Fancy.
Silas lifts his flute. “To Saint getting cleared for full duty.”
We raise our glasses.
“And to Graham,” he continues, glancing toward him. “For his big breakthrough.”
