That fact wasn’t the most important, but itcouldn’t be ignored.
Every gossip magazine from the US toAustralia had him dating one actor or another. Sometimes it was models andsometimes business moguls like Tanner, but neversomeone…typical…average…normal? Fuck, I didn’t even know how to describemyself.
I didn’t care how people saw me, but fromthe minute I walked in and laid eyes on the brat who was flirting outrageouslywith every man in the room, I’d known he wasn’t just anyone.
Austin fucking Johnson.
As I pulled up to a stoplight just downfrom the restaurant, I glanced back and saw his sporty little car stop behindme. I didn’t admit it to many people, but the gossip sites were my guiltypleasure. Some people probably thought sex should be my guilty pleasure, but Ididn’t think there was anything to be ashamed of when it came to domination orsubmission. It was just who we were as people.
Gossip magazines, on the other hand, weresomething I felt ridiculous reading.
That didn’t mean I was going to stop,though. Real life was stressful enough. When I reached for entertainment, Iwanted something to distract me from reality. Catching glimpses of Austin Johnson'slife was about as far from reality as I could think of.
Until now.
As the light turned green, I focused backon the road and pulled into the little Italian place that was just down thestreet. Parking at the back of the lot, I watched as Austin pulled in beside me,beaming.
The bouncy flirt jumped out of the carbefore I even had my door halfway open. As he came around the side, what he wasdoing couldn’t be described as walking since he almost floated across thepavement as he swung his hips.
The grin on his face got even bigger as helooked past me and over to the restaurant. “You like Mama Sofi’s too? She’s soawesome. You know, I once saw her chase some asshole out of the restaurant witha wooden spoon?”
I chuckled. “She doesn’t put up with anynonsense.”
“I’m going to be that fierce once I decideto be old.” He almost giggled at the image in his head. “I would be a wonderfulcranky Italian grandma.”
There was too much to unpack in that shortsentence, so I didn’t bother trying. “I agree.”
He glanced back, his eyes narrowing just alittle. Not wanting him to think I was teasing, I shrugged. “Frilly aprons andeveryone hanging on your every word or risk that spoon…yeah, I can see youenjoying that.”
I’d never seen him described as anythingbut sexy and take-charge, but under the flirting, I could see a needy sub whowas ready for someone to take him in hand. How had I never noticed it before?Sure, we’d never been in the same room together, but I’d seen that flirty smilea thousand times and never looked beyond the layer of confidence and strengththat made people assume he was more dominant than he really was.
How many other people had missed it too?
The caution in his gaze faded again and theflirty smile was back. “I look very good in aprons.”
He’d look good in anything.
“I’ll remember that.” I scanned down hisbody, not missing the way he shivered and the little breathy moan he madebefore moving my gaze up to his face. “I bet you have a lot of pretty thingsyou’d look good in.”
I had a vague memory of seeing him indresses a few times ages ago, but I couldn’t think of anything recent. As akid, I remembered male omegas wearing dresses, but over the years, that hadbecome less and less frequent. Now, aside from really young omegas still instrollers, I couldn’t remember seeing any male omegas wearing clothing likethat.
Austin’s hands brushed down the side of hisslacks like he was smoothing out a dress, and he smiled as his hips swayedfaintly. “Do you like omegas in pretty things?”
I stepped closer until I was inches fromhim. “I like all kinds of omegas, but yes, pretty subs with a bratty side aresome of my favorites. But they’re hard to find lately. Do you know any omegaslike that? Any who want to dress up for their alphas and submit to theirMasters?”
Another one of his needy sounds escapedbefore he sighed and leaned forward just enough to brush against me. “I’m goingto do something to frustrate us both if you keep talking to me like that.”
I chuckled. “Naughty omegas get punished; don’tforget that, Trouble.”
He squeaked and shivered, licking his lips.“You’re killing me.”
“No, I’m being honest with you.” But I’dbet he hadn’t found many alphas who would give him that, so he was probablydrowning in sensations as he fought the urge to submit.
No matter what society wanted to admit,omegas were their own special individuals and didn’t have to be alphas orbetas. There was nothing wrong with wanting to give in to their instincts andbe who they wanted.
No matter what society said.
“Do you like it when I’m honest with you, Trouble?”I could see his pulse racing as he took a deep breath.
