“Shit!” I hear Dom’s voice before he is by my side and helps me sit up. “You all right? The fuck are you doing, not drying off first?”
“Being stupid,” I groan, rubbing my elbow.
“Wait right here,” he says. As he leaves me, I know I look pathetic as I sit on the wet floor. I rub my elbow and wince as I shift my weight on my sore ass.
Dom comes back into the kitchen with a large beach towel and grabs a frozen bag of peas from the freezer. They are at least five years old, because I’ve never bought frozen vegetables in my life. He wraps the towel around me and presses the soft material against my face and hair.
“You were saying?” he asks.
What was I saying? Is he always this big and intimidating. I’m the one who’s supposed to ask him on a date? Me, the Omega? I furrow my eyebrows and look at him.
“Did you hit your head, too?”
“Quite possibly, take a look,” I say. His big fingers gently touch my hair and look for a bump. Sorry, Dom the damage is on the inside not the outside. I’ve clearly lost my fucking mind.
I can do this right? I’m about to say fuck it, and figure out a way to con Cameron into asking for me when his hands use the towel to dry me off and my scent goes all horny Omega in the kitchen. He clears his throat and I get a glimpse of his very nice looking cock pressing against his work pants.
Yeah, I want that.
I clear my throat, and attempt to seduce him with my scent, my wet tits, and vulnerability. If he rejects me, that’s it. It’s over and I move forward with Emmett and Shyla and put this crush behind me. It will be better this way. Here goes nothing.
“I came in here to ask you and Cameron on a date.”
He looks at me wide-eyed.
“You want to go on a date with me… and Cameron?”
“Yes, that’s why I was asking.”
He looks toward the backyard, though we can’t see Emmett and Cameron from this part of the kitchen. “Did you ask him first?”
I shrug my shoulders. “He said yes, but if you don’t want to, that’s okay, too.” I might cry, like a full blown ugly cry and need to blow my nose a lot, but I’ll get over it… someday.
He smiles at me. “I want to. But what about the Beta boy in the pool?”
“Emmett is certainly not a boy, and I have a date with them on Wednesday.”
“I see, and Emmett has an Alpha?”
“He does. Is that a problem?”
He looks at me, his hands still wrapped around the frozen peas and the towel wrapped around my shoulders. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Okay, so, me, you and Cameron. I’ll cook dinner.”
“You’ll cook dinner?” he asks, smiling.
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
“Sure is, anything I can bring. Like dinner itself?”
I smack his chest. “I can cook dinner.”
“I’m sure you can, baby,” he says. He immediately reacts to what he just said, staring at me like I’m going to run away. Dom’s hand hovers over my wet strands, his body so close to mine I can smell his thick Alpha scent. The smell of clove and bergamot wafts off of him, making me clench my thighs. What is it about this larger than life man calling me baby that turns me into a puddle?
Just as he is getting closer, the patio door slides open and a giggling Emmett and Cameron walk in. Dom grins as he looks up at Cameron, seeing him so happy. He doesn’t move further away from me.
The two of them finally realize I’m a mess on the floor and squat down to join me in my embarrassed misery.