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“I heard Pack Dayton had to crawl back to their parents because they somehow lost their fancy jobs. Someone put a bug in their boss’ ear that they traffic omegas,” Domh says smugly. “Idon’t know who it was, however enough people know about what happened during your date for people to start talking. Hollis is very well connected and respected.”
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Mmhmm. I looked into things today, and Pack Dayton’s boss is a male omega who does very well for himself,” Domh says. “He found out who you were after the rumors hit his ears and fired the lot of them.”
“That’s incredibly nice,” I say. “I mean?—”
“Trafficking omegas happens far too often,” he sighs. “Fisher Morris hates the business of it. His pack has their hands full with keeping his ass out of the fire, since he’s been very active in peeing in as many people’s cheerios as possible the second he finds out they’re involved in trafficking.”
“As it should be,” I cheer.
“I can see if he’ll take a meeting with you,” Domh says. “He would be a great advocate to have on your side. The man is a damn pitbull.”
“Think I should?” I ask, surprised. “I doubt he’ll want to talk to a nineteen-year-old.”
“He fired some of his best employees already for you, Sugar,” Domh growls. God, this man’s voice does the most delicious things to me. Shivering, I squirm, holding back a whine.
“Okay,” I squeak, swallowing hard.
“Now tell me what happened next,” he insists. Domh’s lips twitch as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, but doesn’t give any other signs.
“Taylor grabbed my arm and yelled at me that I needed to change their streak of bad luck,” I remember, biting my lip. “It felt as if he was trying to break my arm as he yanked it back. I didn’t feel anything because my adrenaline spiked so hard, and I just reacted. I pulled out my knife and pressed it against his dick, a clear sign that he needed to let go.”
“I’m jealous your knife touched someone else’s dick,” Domh mumbles. “I just want you to know that.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I shake my head even as I blush. “I don’t know what to do with that,” I say honestly. “Anyway, I told Pack Dayton to forget my name, and Harold said they should have sold me. Things escalated, I guess.”
Snorting, Domh shrugs. “Fuck around and find out at it’s finest,” he grunts, pulling into a parking lot. The sign boasts Indian food, and my stomach growls.
I don’t blame it, since I’m out of coffee, and I skipped lunch today.
“Aisling, your growling stomach gives me anxiety,” he says. “I just want to feed you so it’ll stop.”
Smirking, I get out of the truck once he parks. “I eat when I can during busy days,” I admit, linking my fingers in his as we walk toward the restaurant.
I can smell the food from here, and I can’t wait to eat. I haven’t had Indian food, but love trying new things.
“I’m the same way, but it makes me irrationally angry when it’s you,” Domh sighs. “You do so much for people, please take care of yourself too.”
There’s a line, but Domh smiles at the hostess and gives his name. He’s lucky my meeting didn’t go longer. Honestly, I’m really happy I don’t have to wait forever to eat, when all of these incredible smells are surrounding me.
“Why did you choose to practice law?” I blurt out once we’re seated. I’ve been wondering for a while, but keep forgetting to ask.
“I enjoy finding the loopholes in things,” he murmurs, leaning forward. Domh gazes at me as if he wouldn’t mind eating me instead, and I shift in my chair, discreetly rubbing my thighs together.
I could hear him talk to me for hours. It’s as if his voice is touching me in places it shouldn’t be possible.
“I examine every word, find where the vulnerability is, and then attack it.”
“How do you manage to make the law sound so savage?” I ask.
“For me, it’s exactly that,” Domh says with a toothy grin. “You’re squirming an awful lot, Sugar. Do you need some assistance?”
“No, thank you,” I squeak, realizing the raw, sexual side of Domh makes me both excited and nervous. I may have poked the beast a bit too much.
“You let me know if you need a trip to the restroom, so I can peel off those tights and have my appetizer,” he growls.
The waitress walks up just as he finishes speaking, but doesn’t show any signs of having heard. Glancing at the menu I’ve been ignoring, I feel a bit stressed because I’m still starving and have no idea what I want.