Page 4 of Enticing Little Omega
I slipped behind the temporary bar and grabbed a tray of mini crab cakes on delicate glass spoons, and balanced it on my palm.
My skin prickled, my heart thudded in an odd, irregular beat.
Dammit. I couldn't afford to get sick right then.
I plastered on my patented fake smile and wove through the crowd, offering food to a few people who barely looked at me.
As I turned toward the next table, the world tilted sideways. A heat curled low in my belly. My knees wobbled for a split second—and then I crashed into a wall.
No.
Not a wall.
A man.
An Alpha. All hard, solid and broad.
The tray clattered between us, and I fumbled with it, horrified that I might drop it. Strong hands shot out, gripping my elbows to steady me.
My head snapped up, and I stared into a face I'd only ever seen in those smug family portraits hanging in Tracy's office.
Thick dark hair, buzzed at the sides. A square jaw. Sharp cheekbones. Eyes like amber fire.
And he washuge. Taller than I expected. Wider too. His grip was strong but careful, and his scent...
Oh no.
No. No. No. No.
It hit me like a freight train. Musk and leather and home. Even though for the last three years I've not really known what home could really possibly look or feel like.
A flush surged through me, and my knees buckled again.
He steadied me, one brow quirking as he studied my face. "You okay?" His voice was low, rough velvet with a low, almost-purr that instantly settled my rattled nerves.
I blinked. "You're in my way."
He blinked back, clearly startled.
"I'm trying to work," I added, straightening my back and pretending I didn't feel like my entire body was about to combust. "But by all means, stand in the middle of the damn room like you own the place."
The corner of his mouth twitched. "Charming."
"Don't let Tracy hear you say that. She'll have a fit if someone thinks I have a personality."
That earned me a full grin, and dammit if that didn't just make things worse. He smelled good, and the heat in my body was climbing again.
"You're Cindy," he said. It wasn't a question.
"Wow. You must be the smart twin."
"I'm Drew."
Right. I knew that. The fun-looking one. The one who ran his own company already.
I stepped back, breaking his hold on me and forced myself to smile through the heat fogging my brain. "Sure, sure. Now would you mind, I've got a job to do."
And with that, I turned and marched toward the food table, heart racing, thighs aching and heat pooling low in my belly.
