CHAPTER 45: JUST HOW BIG IS HE?

"You need a model?" Max asks. He halts at a red stop light and turns to look at the omega in his passenger seat. Leo is pressed close to the door, his hands twisting into his sweater. He smells of linen and detergent, his pheromones absent.

He thinks it’s a shame, and debates on whether he can make Leo perfume in his car. Having his scent linger where he sits would be nice. His gaze drifts lower, it’d be even better if he left a wet sticky puddle. A fire burns in the pit of his stomach and he has to force himself to calm down. "And you’re choosing me?" He arches an eyebrow.

Leo shifts, hums and then nods his head, his blonde hair brushing against the tips of his flushed ears. He can feel the alpha’s green eyes burning a hole into the side of his face and swallows, the sound loud. The leather on the steering wheel creaks as Max’s grip tightens around it.

Regret starts to settle in, maybe asking Max is a mistake? Leo isn’t about to tell him that he made the suit specifically for him in the first place. He always thought that navy blue is his best color match. Max would like that too much.

"How do you even know my measurements?" Max’s voice is an octave lower than it was before. He reaches up to ruffle his brown hair and glances at the road, but the light is still on red. He turns back to Leo, as if he doesn’t want to look away unless he has too.

"I can tell just by," Leo pauses as Max’s gaze darken, he sucks in a breath, "Just by looking at you." He finishes in a husky whisper. He takes in Max’s broad shoulders, wide chest, and thick arms. It’s obvious he works out, and for a moment, Leo wonders if the alpha can easily pick him up. He most definitely can.

When Leo’s gaze shifts back up to look Max in the face, he swallows, the sound loud in the quiet car.

"You’re really pushing it, little omega." Max mutters. The light turns green and the car rumbles as he starts driving again. Leo continues to stare at him, taking in his loose brown hair and sharp features. The alpha has the image to be a model. He could do underwear ads, or be a swim suit model. Hell, Max could wear a potato sack and he’d sell them by the millions.

It’s a good thing he isn’t actually a model though. Omegas would be flocking him like flies to an over rope fruit. Fighting them off would be exhausting. Leo purses his lips, he may not be a professional model, but he is a major figure. He must already have a line waiting for him. So why in the world would he be interested in Leo? He doesn’t have anything to offer.

Max smirks, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek. "Have dinner with me."

Leo’s eyes widen, his eyebrows raising. Then his they narrow and a bitter taste enters his mouth. "Is this an ultimatum?" He scoffs, his lips curling in distaste. He should have known better. This is Max, after all. "Like, you’ll only be my model if I go out on a date with you?"

Max snorts and rolls his shoulders back. He quickly glances at the omega before turning his eyes back to the road. "You really think I’d do that?" He almost sounds offended. "I’m going to be your model either way, so no. This isn’t an ultimatum."

Leo hums and bites his lip. "So then, are you asking me on a date?"

Max chuckles, "Will you go on a date with me, please?" He glances over, his smile wide as he scans the omega from head to toe. "It would be a sight to see you all dressed up for me."

Leo burns red and he shrinks into his seat. "When?" His voice is soft as he watches the alpha from beneath his pale lashes.

Max’s eyebrows raise and he gives a side long glance at him. His jaw clenches and a soft waft of his pheromones fills the car. Leo whimpers, his knees raising up to his chest as he curls up in the seat.

"Fuck." Max mutters. He reaches down to adjust the hard on in his pants. "Tomorrow night."

Leo’s blue eyes drift down to the alphas thighs. The outline of Max’s dick grows bigger under his stare and Leo bites his lip. Just how big is he?

"If you keep staring at my junk like that," Max says, a slight growl in his voice, "it’ll never go down. I’m not a fan of blue balls."

Leo squeaks and turns away. He shifts, his thighs squeezing together as heat blooms in his stomach. "Sure." His voice cracks and he clears his throat. "You better take me somewhere expensive."

Max chuckles and pulls up to his apartment. He puts the car in park and glances over at Leo. His hand fumbles with the lock on the seat belt, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Max leans over, his large hand reaching for him. Leo gasps and clenches his eyes shut, his lips pursing. There’s a loud click and Leo’s eyebrows furrow. He peeks an eye open to see Max undoing his seat belt. His heart stutters in his chest as he sucks in a breath. He thought Max was leaning in for a kiss. He didn’t notice right?

The omega peeks over at him and huffs at the smirk on his face. The nerve of this damn alpha. He ignores the heavy stare he gives him and reaches in the backseat to grab his bag.

"I’ll call you about the details for being my model." Leo says in a rushed voice. Before he climbs out, his blue eyes glances down at the still visible bulge in his pants. It looks big. Before Max can reply, or comment on where his attention is, Leo slams the door shut and rushes inside.