Samantha King
Matchmaker
Magic Shop, Inc.
555-754-5555
Remi opened the attachment and just as he was about to scroll down and read, he saw the time in the corner of his phone. It was less than five minutes until his class started. Remi reluctantly powered his phone off and slipped it into the pocket of his torn jeans before bolting down the hallway and making it into the classroom with just enough time to spare. He was a little winded as he slung his backpack up onto his workstation and greeted Phoenix, who was seated next to him.
Baking 101 was one of his favorite classes and their teacher, an eccentric older omega named Ross Jenson, but who insisted his students call him by first name only. He was easily Remi’s favorite professor. The class was always full of laughter, which Remi attributed to his teacher’s influence, but Ross said it was the smell of chocolate chip cookies, which made people think of childhood and mother’s love.
Remi was distracted all throughout class, and would have burnt his pastel-colored macarons if not for his partner Phoenix pulling them out just in time. The little cookies were devilishly hard to cook and get right, but he was glad to see that his batch had come out just right. As he’d baked them, Phoenix had whipped up the frosting so that when they were cool, they would be ready to make the little sandwiches.
“Alright. Spill. What’s going on? You’re never this airheaded, especially not in class.” Phoenix said, hands on hips, after resting the cookie sheet on a rack to cool.
“It’s nothing. I just didn’t sleep well.” Remi replied defensively.
“Bullshit. Look me in the eye and tell me it’s just because you slept badly.”
“I… alright fine! I slept fine. It’s none of your business. It’s personal.” Remi could feel himself blushing and wished he had better mastery over himself.
“You’re blushing!” Phoenix accused. “Did you meet someone?” His smile was knowing and a little smug.
“It’s none of your business.” Remi repeated, looking away.
“You’re so cold Remi! I told you all about Aiden when we met.”
“There’s nothing to tell. I haven’t met anyone.”
That much at least, was true. He had yet to meet anyone, even if he had a very tempting email to read as soon as class was over. Remi would never admit to being a sugar baby. He would take the information to his grave. No one would ever know about this, even the one who had given him the idea. There were some things that were best just kept to yourself, and being paid for sex was definitely one of them.
“Alright, alright. But, you know you can talk to me right? Or Aiden . We’re here for you.”
Remi patted his friend on the shoulder. “Of course. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Promise.”
They made their little macarons and placed them gently in little boxes, dividing them up between the one for their professor and the ones they would take home for themselves. Remi let Phoenix have two of the three boxes, since Aiden loved sweets. Remi headed out as soon as the class was dismissed. He parted ways from Phoenix at the bathrooms and slipped into one of the stalls, pulling his phone out of his pocket and finally opening the attachment to the email from Samantha King.
Provider Profile
Name: Dimitrios Cirillo
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Status: Alpha
Occupation: CEO/Co-Owner
Compensation: Flexible/TBD
Relationship Parameters: Exclusive
All of what he read were simple facts, he didn’t know what he’d expected. It wasn’t a Tinder profile, it was just the bare facts about the alpha. Remi scrolled down further and saw the attached picture. He froze as he took in the face of Dimitrios Cirillo. Could this be right?
This man was so handsome, strong, and powerful looking. His dark gaze was intense and dominant, his face elegant, with a strong jaw, and cheekbones carved by the gods themselves. Why on earth would this alpha go to a matchmaking service? He had to have omegas lined up around the block to be with him.
As Remi studied the picture, he was assaulted by a mental image of this gorgeous alpha on top of him, pushing deep inside him as his elegant features morphed into a mix of concentration and pleasure. His dark gaze was an erotic promise, it spoke of decadent dominance and wicked midnight delights and had Remi squirming even from a single image. How was he supposed to be composed under this alpha’s scrutiny? Remi would probably make a huge fool of himself to even try. But he knew he had to try.