The Alpha's Done. Rucas Fanfiction.

Chapter 5. Macaroon.

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Chapter 5: Macaroon
Riley's Point of View
Chapter Song: Here's to Us -- Glee Cover
Chapter Quote: 'She realized then that she could have her cake and eat it too. She just needed to put on her apron and bake it.' -Unknown
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I could hear my heart thumping heavily.

Ever since he pulled me flush against his broad, gorgeous body that was the only thing that I could process. I just knew he could hear it, and if he couldn't, then Lucas could absolutely feel it. I wasn't trying to hide my labored breathing, it was obvious from the rapid rise and fall of my chest. But, I didn't care, my entire focus was on him. Every curve and crevice of his lips, and the way his eyes shifted in color every few moments. It was entirely intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to just clear everyone out of the bakery and let it be just us.

Better yet, we could leave.

In fact that thought was playing games in my mind whenever Maya came over and interrupted us. I'm not exactly sure what happened, I'd only ever been mad at Maya one time but at that moment I was practically furious. Of course neither Lucas or Maya could tell, it was a rare occurrence. However, I swallowed my anger and pushed her away. I knew at that moment I was going to apologize later, but I was with him right now and that's what mattered.

My heart and mind were protesting the thought of leaving him to sit in this booth without me. "I should go," I whisper. A strong hand runs up my spine once more, then down my neck to caress my collarbone. Swallowing the lump in my throat, a shaky breath escapes my parted lips when his thumb begins to trace my jawline.

"I'll be waiting for you, doll."

Doll.

That word again. My heart grew two sizes and my body shuddered in pure delight at the memory of my dream from the previous night. My tongue darts out to lick my dry lips, before nodding in agreement and getting the heck out of dodge. Maya was waiting on me and I needed to apologize. Bypassing a few customers, I tried to keep my mind focused on the pending conversation and not the eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. Giving my mom a smile, I sidestep her and push the swinging door to the kitchen open.

Maya is waiting for me, arms crossed and an expression on her face I can't quite place. My mouth falls into a frown, and with a tilt of the head my brows furrow. "Are you okay, Maya?"

"Riley, you know I love you. Right?" I murmur a small, 'yes' and wait for her to continue since I'm not sure where this is going. "You need to stay away from him." I feel like I need to throw up, my arms wrap around my stomach in an effort to console myself into feeling better. Why would she think that? "That is not the kind of guy you go for. He isn't even your type."

Wait a second, "so whose type is he?" Maya visibly stiffens, and right then I knew my assumption was correct. I have my moments where I am naïve and a little too trustworthy, but I've never been a complete idiot.

Her shoulders fall dramatically, "he turned me down."

"You hit on him?" My anger flares again. What's worse is that I have no idea where any of this is coming from. I've never been jealous, and never once has my anger been directed towards Maya. Even after I caught her kissing my prom date, long story short, they were drunk. "So, what you can date him but I can't?"

How is that fair? "That's not what I'm saying. But, if I'm interested in him than you know he's a bad guy."

Getting frustrated I slam my hands down on my sides - like a child, which makes me even more mad. I hate it when I get this way, "that's not true. You don't even know him." Her brow arches accusingly as if saying, 'you do'. "Don't give me that look. Fudge, Maya! I don't know him all that well either. But I can tell you two things. One, I'm giving him a chance. I'm going to get to know him and hopefully he is a good guy. And number two, I love the way I feel when he is around. Are you just jealous?"