Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

While I worried about Harley essentially being my business competitor, we had too much in common, and he was too hot and sweet to brush off. Even after only one date, I wanted to get to know him more and to have something meaningful. Yet, at the same time, I built up my walls a bit, afraid to get too close in case something happened between us, especially with our businesses. If I kept losing money and he kept making more at my expense, changes would have to be made. Things would grow increasingly weird and awkward for me if that were to happen.

Harley was arriving soon, so I quickly spritzed on some cologne, took a quick look around my apartment, making sure I had everything picked up, and headed into the kitchen to warm up the dinner I’d made earlier.

I looked down at myself to make sure my clothes were fine. It wasn’t like I had anything fancy, so I wore a dark blue short-sleeved button-up with white pinstripes, which I opened to a white T-shirt, and paired with black jeans. It would have to do, but I knew the blue would bring out my eyes.

When I removed the tinfoil from the top of the casserole dish, I was engulfed in self-doubt. Harley was a chef. What was I thinking by cooking for him? God, he would probably hate it. My initial plan had been to make dinner, so he didn’t have to since he cooked for a living.