“Are you sure?”
I nodded.
“Thanks. Some people think sharing is weird.”
“I don’t mind. As long as you give me a bite of those cinnamon-crunch pancakes.”
Our food turned out to be a free-for-all. We ate off each other’s plates like we’d known each other for years instead of less than twenty-four hours.
“Tell me what you do for a living. I forgot to ask you yesterday.”
“I’m a phlebotomist. Nothing fancy, but it pays the bills, and I enjoy meeting new people every day.” I paused, noticing howI’d just downgraded what I did for a living. Making myself small had become a habit, my therapist said. My dad insisted on my receiving counseling as soon as I was settled.
“That’s a great career. My sister is one as well.”
He told me more about his family. He had one sister and two brothers. His omega father was responsible for his love of cooking. Evander was at the counter, standing on a stool at the age of three, already making cookies and learning.
He knew he would never do anything else.
We went back and forth, asking each other questions. He wasn’t like my other alphas. They talked about themselves incessantly, never asking or caring about anything related to me.
Evander seemed genuinely interested, but I still didn’t know if it was friendly or more than friendly.
He insisted on a slice of each kind of pie and, after they were delivered, I couldn’t take it anymore. I asked him. “Do you have an omega?”
The alpha nearly choked. “I don’t. Do you have an alpha? Or alphas?”
“No.” It still felt weird to say no even though it had been months since I had a harem.
“Let’s say you take my invitation and come to the club. What things would you want to try out?”
Loaded question. I was almost fully convinced this was a real date. “I’m not sure. I can tell you what I’m not into.”
Evander nodded. “Do tell.”
“No degradation. No knives.”
He nodded. “So you’d want to try other things?” His blue eyes lit up with the promise.
Yeah, this was a date. And he liked me. I sure as hell liked him. My wolf was completely smitten.
But we were talking about sex. This wasn’t love and wouldn’t be. Couldn’t be. I’d made a promise to myself.
“If I had someone to show me. Gently guide me.”
The alpha wolf shifter across from me growled.
“But there’s one problem.”
“What is that?” His pie was forgotten.
“You haven’t officially asked me.”
Chapter Seven
Evander
You haven’t officially asked me.
