Something hot coils in my low belly as my omega considers this alpha getting off watching me. I try to shake it off, but a weird breathy giggle bursts out of me.
“No, no, I mean, why my content? Sorry, that’s a weird question to ask, but I don’t make content that most alphas seek out or enjoy.”
Beau looks equally confused by my confusion. “You’re not upset? Because I swear, I didn’t know.”
“I know you didn’t.” If his embarrassed confession weren’t convincing enough, there’s the certainty that the scent-matching agency didn’t give either of us personal information or photos before we met.
I allow myself a moment to consider the question, pushing my professional curiosity aside. Beau watches me with such a kind, genuinely concerned expression etched on his face that something settles in my chest. Something warm and affectionate.
I shake my head, a soft smile curving my lips. “No, I’m not upset.” I give him a little eyebrow waggle. “Very curious, but not upset.”
The sigh of relief Beau releases has me giggling again, and when he meets my eyes, he starts laughing with me.
“Shit, okay.” He grins at me, a little sheepishly. “Guess now I don’t have to tell you what I’m into.”
“Oh, no, now youdefinitelyhave to tell me what you’re into. Like I said, I need to know why you enjoy what I do.”
“Feels a bit forward for a first date,” he says with a low huff of laughter. “I mean, we haven’t even talked about our family, or pets, or jobs.”
“My parents are betas who are wonderful and supportive. I have a younger sister, Laurel, who is an alpha and lives too far away for my liking because she’s the best. No pets since my roommate moved out and took her cat with her. You already know what I do for work. Well, I’m also a hair stylist.” I rattle my answers off quickly like a laundry list, which has the desired effect of making Beau laugh more.
I could get addicted to that sound. It’s a little raspy, like it’s been out of use for a while.
I can tell he’s about to ask me a bunch of follow-up questions, but I want to get to the good stuff, so I cut him off. “What about you?”
“I’m a mechanic, and?—.”
“Mmm, so you’re good with your hands.”
He blushes. “Yeah.”
God, that’s cute. Who knew blushing alphas were my weakness?
“I don’t have any pets right now, but I volunteer at the animal shelter, so it’s just a matter of time before I cave and turn into a crazy cat man.”
He has to stop being so adorable, or I’m going to go into heat right here at the table.
“You like pussies?”
He chokes at my dumb joke, placing a hand against his chest.
“I know, I’m getting ahead of myself. Still need to know about the family before I interrogate you about your sexual preferences.”
“You’re a bit of a menace, aren’t you?”
“Does that bother you?”
Beau shakes his head, his laugh blending with the hint of a deep purr. “No. Not at all.”
Neither of us speaks for a moment, and he unbuttons his sleeves and pushes them up one at a time like he’s getting overheated.
I watch, mesmerized, as he reveals his forearms, corded with muscle, and covered with a light dusting of blonde hair.
Shit, it’s a good thing I wore my omega scent-blocking panties because I can feel myself getting slick.
His hands are big and a little calloused, and my omega can’t stop thinking about what they’d feel like touching me since our fingertips brushed earlier and I felt the slight roughness. I haven’t had a rough touch in ages.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy sex with alphas—in theory. I love getting knotted by a big dick or strap-on, I just can’t stand the self-important, domineering nonsense that comes from the alphas wielding said dicks.
