When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38
Artemisia

“Hello, Missy.”

Two young Omegas are smiling happily at me as I open the door. They are standing in front of my quarters with an army of trolleys.

“Oh, hey girls. What are you bringing me?”

They giggle as they answer, speaking in unison once again. “Dinner!”

They push the trolleys through my rooms and out onto the balcony. I actually love this idea as the temperatures are still warm, and the summer night with its sounds and its atmosphere is quite romantic.

I watch them arrange everything on a table they set on the terrace, and scoff as they keep me from helping.

Finishing by putting a small vase with a rose onto the table, they both do a small curtsy before scurrying outside and closing the door behind them. “We will call for the Gamma right away, Missy. Enjoy your dinner and have a good night.”

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” I breathe out, passing my hand over my short skirt.

I suddenly feel terribly self-conscious about wearing a flowery dress with long puff sleeves as I start feeling like I can’t breathe. Playing with my necklace, I put my hand on my chest, confirming to myself that because of my low neckline, there is nothing that could be strangling me.

Standing in my living room awkwardly, I can’t seem to do anything with myself as I wait for Matthew to come up.

I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to him coming to my place but I should have insisted on wanting to eat at his place.

It definitely would have been less awkward this way.

With another deep breath, I start swinging my arms back and forth, as if I wanted to keep them from getting numb.

Just as I think about sitting down because I might collapse due to my legs giving out beneath me, I hear a soft knocking at the door.

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” I repeat, filling my lungs with a deep inhale before I reach the door.

After having exhaled all the air back out to calm my shaking hands, I open the door to a beaming Matthew.

“Hey, Matt,” I say, maybe a bit too loud.

“Hey, Missy. You look stunning,” he compliments me, making me blush.

I feel like a love-sick teenager as I wipe my sweaty palms against my skirt while he stands there looking like he is about to record a thirst trap.

His light blue shirt stretches over his muscular chest and the fact that he rolled up his sleeves has definitely more impact on me than it should have.

The mate bond must be hitting me with all effect as I suddenly desire nothing more than to rip his shirt off him.

Shaking myself, I free myself from my indecent daydream and hope that he didn’t notice my embarrassingly awkward drooling.

But he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it as he flashes me a smile, and leans in to press a chaste kiss on my lips.

Stepping aside, I invite him in, and we walk towards the terrace.

I have to think about what a gentleman he is as his brothers would have lifted me as soon as I had opened the door to start dinner with dessert.

“I hope this is okay for you. I thought it would be nice to dine outside,” he says as he pulls my chair back to take a seat.