“He’s a college student, young, pretty, very sweet, though a bit shy. I think he must have fallen on hard times, because he wasn’t dressed for the weather. He said he’s just looking for help paying his bills and tuition, which is a first for me. Most of the time, the demands are for expensive gifts and cash. He’s quite a little catch.”
“I want him.” Dimitrios held up the portfolio. “Can I keep this?”
“We have backups of everything on the cloud, so if you are accepted, we can send you a digital copy. We insist that first contact be made through us to allow the recipient the option of declining the proposition.”
Dimitrios nodded and handed the file back to her. “Alright. Tell me the moment you hear back from him.”
“Sir, would you mind us taking your photo to send along with your offer? It usually helps to make omegas more comfortable to associate a face with an offer.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
Dimitrios allowed himself to be led to yet another part of the floor. Remi’s scent was strong here, he must have had his photo taken here very recently, and the smell of vanilla bean was lingering on the objects he had touched. Dimitrios sat in a leather chair and let their photographer take a myriad of pictures of him. It wrapped up quickly and afterward, Dimitrios left with assurances that as soon as they had an answer they would contact him.
As he drove home, he was rock hard at the idea of actually fucking the pretty coffee shop boy. His body was thrumming with energy and desire. He wished that he didn’t have to wait, and worried slightly that he might actually be refused. He thought it was unlikely however, he knew he was good looking, and if Remi was looking for money, Dimitrios was happy to give him anything he wanted, as long as he got to have the omega in his bed.
That night, Dimitrios dreamt of the lovely vanilla-scented omega sprawled out on his bed, wearing a long string of pearls and nothing else. He woke gasping, with rapidly cooling wetness in his boxers. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was a teenager, but something about Remi Laroche had him feeling an almost feral kind of need. The damned-near unhinged desire inside him wanted out, and there was only one omega who could quench his desperation.
Chapter 3
The Offer
Remiwokewithanitchy nose, and as he was roused by the annoying chime of his alarm, he rubbed at it with one hand while the other reached for his phone to shut off the noise. He thought of the old wives tale of, “if your nose itches, someone’s thinking about you,” which made him laugh and roll his eyes at himself for both his superstitiousness and the idea that anyone had the time to think about a nobody like him. In reality, he was probably getting a cold since he spent about 80% of his life freezing during the winter. But as he rolled out of bed, he didn’t feel sick.
Maybe someone was really thinking about him.
He was on the bus when he received the call from Magic Shop. Remi glanced around before answering, not wanting anyone on the bus to overhear his call. He swiped the little green phone icon and put the cell to his ear as the call connected.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, is this Remi Laroche?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Excellent. My name is Samantha King. I am one of the matchmakers here at Magic Shop. We have a client, a male alpha who is interested in you.”
Remi felt his heart beats speed up more, face going pink as he struggled for what to say.
“Oh… Okay. So, what do I need to do now?”
“Well, if you are interested I can send you a little information on him, to give you an idea if he’s someone you would like to meet with. You can review it and give us a call back and we will set up the first meeting. We usually suggest meeting in a public place the first time, so that both parties feel safe and it gives you an opportunity to evaluate your opinion and decide whether you want to pursue the transaction.”
“Yes, please send me his information. I will take a look at it and call you back later today.”
“Yes sir. I will send it over shortly. Have a great day.”
“You as well.”
Remi hung up and was sorely tempted to look through his emails, but he had precious little data to use for anything that wasn’t strictly necessary, so he waited until he got to school and was able to connect to the student Wi-Fi.
He slipped into an unused classroom and pulled his phone out, opening his email and finding 1 unread.
FROM: S.King(@)MagicShop(.)com
Mr. Laroche,
Per our phone conversation please see attached file containing information about the alpha who has expressed interest in partnering with you. If you have any questions or need any further assistance, please feel free to contact me by phone or email.
Thank you,