“Worth it.”
Icarus leans against the door. “You’re a chaos goblin.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“Do you listen to a single order that I give you?”
“I listen. Doesn’t mean that I obey.” I turn to lean next to him. When Icarus’ eyes blaze, I grab hold of his tie to smooth down it teasingly. “You’re fucking hot when you’re angry.”
He opens and shuts his mouth. The tips of his ears become red.
Then he disentangles his tie from my hands, smoothing it down himself. “You’re an uncontrollable Omega.”
“And you’re an Alpha with a stick up your ass and oatmeal in your hair.”
Icarus frantically runs his hand through his hair, and I gently help him to pull out the dried oatmeal from the strands at the side.
Icarus has sensory issues and OCD. The fact that he fights to manage them in order to help with Zoe, earns him serious brownie points.
He was at my side throughout the pregnancy, birth, and every step that my daughter has taken since.
“Zoe is in a real throwing her food stage, especially at me.” Icarus grimaces.
“Good girl.” I smirk. “I have taught her well. You need to start the training young.”
“Is Ollie in on this training?” Icarus adjusts his jacket. “I found him whispering a story to her about Omega Robin Hood.”
I glow.
“I taught that one to Ollie. You should be proud of your brother. He helped Bird and me earlier.” Anxiety makes my stomach churn. “The Alpha who Bird went with wanted to hurt him. He was a nasty asshole. Can’t you get my brother out of it?”
Icarus’ lips thin. “Mr. Riva is worse than anasty asshole. He’s a mafia boss who courted Bird, but was rejected by Maya. Don’t worry, I sorted it before you two Omega gremlins threw yourself into the situation like sacrifices. The moment that Mr. Riva rang and requested Bird, he sealed his own fate. There will be an urgent call from his pack any time now that somehow his rivals have found out that he’s here on a business meeting, and he needs to urgently return before his pampered Omega is at risk of being kidnapped.”
Icarus may be treated as merely the General Manager at a luxury hotel.
But he’s fucking ruthless.
Icarus is a good Alpha to his pack but he’s notgood.
He’s also in his late twenties and has worked here amongst the rich and powerful of America long enough to know their secrets and be owed enough favors to be dangerous himself.
I wouldn’t want him as my enemy.
I clear my throat. “Ehm, thank you.”
Icarus shoves off the door like it was nothing. I wish that it was as easy to break free from the hotel.
Icarus wanders to the desk, pushing his glasses up his nose, as he scans down the top paper on the closest pile. “It’s going to be frantically busy between now and Christmas Day. How about the two of you try to avoid any more crises?”
“No promises.”
He pulls off his glasses, rubbing at his nose like I’m giving him a headache.
Fair.
He carefully places his glasses down at the back of the desk.
“I’ve pinned an adjusted routine for Zoe over this festive period on the fridge.” Icarus’ voice gentles like it always does when he talks about Zoe. “I have also given certain…concessions…to Mrs. Frost in order to improve Zoe’s diet. She’ll now have a better selection of beans, meat, and carrots to throw at me.”
