" Dinner? Oooh. I do so love a man who likes to eat.” She winked.
He fought a blush.
Him.
A blush.
What the hell?
“Shouldn’t you return to your friends?” Before he did something crazy like invite her back to his place for dessert.
“They can wait while I have dinner with my Pookie. I mean, I wouldn’t want to be rude on our first date.”
“This is not a date.”
“And yet, there’s you, me, and food!” She clapped as she exclaimed the last word, probably because the server arrived bearing a massive platter laden with a ridiculously large steak and all the fixings.
Before he’d finished saying thank you to Claude for being so prompt with his meal, she’d sawed off a piece of his porterhouse and popped it in her mouth. As she chewed, eyes closed, she made happy noises.
Noises that should not be allowed in public.
Noise she should make only while he touched her.
Noises that made him snap, “Do you mind? This is my supper.”
“Sorry, Pookie. That was so rude of me. Here, have a bite.”
The next piece of steak she cut she offered on the tines of her fork, a fork that had touched her lips.
Refuse. We don’t share. We—
He devoured it, the bite an absolute delight. Juicy, a slight hint of salt and garlic, butter-soft to chew. His turn to sigh. “Damn, that’s good.”
“Make that noise again,” she growled.
He glanced at her and noticed she stared at his mouth, avidly.
Hungrily…
It was both flattering and disturbing. He needed to stop this. Right now. “If you don’t mind, I would prefer to eat alone.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, alone. While I am complimented by your interest in me, I’m afraid you’re mistaken about everything else. We are not on a date. We are not mates. We are nothing. Zilch. Nada.”
No point in sugarcoating it. Best to lay it all out now before she got any further with this crazy idea they belonged together.
But we do belong to her.
Leo ignored his inner feline as he waited for her outburst.
Women never took rejection well. Either they resorted to tears and wailing, or they resorted to screaming and ranting. But honesty was best.
However, Meena didn’t react as expected. Her lips stretched into a full grin, her eyes sparkled, and she leaned forward— pressing her breasts together, causing her neckline to droop and give him a peek at the shadowy valley they created. “Resistance is futile. But cute. Think of me later when you’re masturbating, I know I’ll be thinking of you.”
With a last stolen bite of his dinner, she popped up from her seat and sashayed to the bar.
Don’t look. Don’t look.
Pfft. He was a cat. Of course he looked, and admired the hypnotic swish of her ass. "

― Eve Langlais , When an Omega Snaps (A Lion's Pride, #3)