“Well, he’s the one showing me who’s boss,” Aaren replied. A helpless smile spread across his face. “He’s such a good boss. He makes sure I finish on—”
“That better be ‘on time’ and nothing else,” Olson groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You can dream about him during your break. I’m paying you to cook, buddy.”
“Oops. Okay.” Hadeshadtold him to be good. Maybe if Aaren was extra good during his shift, Hades would reward him? Aaren wriggled, a drop of leftover come leaking out to smear around his hole. “He gave me a credit card to use.”
Olson’s eyebrows shot up. “Already?”
“Yeah, I still can’t believe it,” Aaren said.
Olson watched him shrewdly. After a while, he said, “Hades will be here later for some self-defense training for Rex. He doesn’t usually come inside, though.”
“He came inside me,” Aaren blurted. Olson facepalmed. “But yeah! He told me he would be around. Sucks that I don’t get to watch. But he said he’d see me during my lunch break.”
Olson looked up. “That makes sense, the timing matches up. Tell you what.Ifyou’ve finished your prep, andifyou don’t have any orders coming in, you can watch a little.”
Aaren gasped. “I’ll go prep all the things now.”
Olson sighed after him. “Omegas these days.”
“You were young once, too!” Aaren called back.
Freshly motivated, Aaren got a stew going and started on some mashed potatoes. He sliced up some potatoes to make fries, and made sure he had everything he needed for the salads. Orders came in from the off-peak crowd.
Just as he was coming out of his groove, he heard some voices through the kitchen doorway.
“Yeah, Isaac will be fine with me,” Olson said. “Go spend some time with your Brothers.”
Aaren’s heart skipped. Was Hades out there?
He sliced up some cucumbers. Then he poked his head out of the kitchen. “Are they doing the training thing now?”
“Give them some time to get all worked up,” Olson said. “If you wait an hour or so, they’ll be really sweaty when you peek.”
This sounded like a routine. How had Aaren never heard about Hades before?
“We’re like two dicks passing in the night,” he said. “I can’t believe Hades and I missed each other so many times.”
Olson coughed. “Two ships, Aaren. Not two dicks.”
“You’re right,” Aaren said solemnly. “Dicks have eyes. Ships have no eyes, so they completely miss each other. Mine and Hades’ have eyed each other over a crime scene.”
Olson laughed, taking Aaren by the shoulders and turning him back to the kitchen. “Back to work with you!”
Things got busy for a while.Aaren almost despaired that he wouldn’t get to see the Alpha Fight Club.
Just before his lunch break, his luck took a turn for the better.
“You get three minutes,” Olson said. “They’re in the back. Be quiet!”
Aaren squealed and washed his hands. He hurried through the bar and skidded to a stop at the back door, opening it carefully so he wouldn’t draw attention.
Training mats had been laid out over a few parking lots. Under the orange glow of the building’s floodlights, five alphas were gathered on the mats. Three watched while the remaining two wrestled with each other.
All of them were sweaty and shirtless, with broad shoulders and bulging biceps.
Aaren’s eyes almost fell out.
Hades was on the ground, one strong arm wrapped around Rex’s neck. He had both legs hooked around Rex’s waist; Rex was caught in his grip.
