Right now, however, I only care that this is my fifteen minute morning break, before I need to start emptying the trash in the rooms on the third floor. So far on the second floor this morning I have come across used condoms, panties, and an entire box of chocolates tipped into the trash.
I shuddered when I came across the chocolates.
Sacrilege.
I guess that I can’t delay any longer. I better at least make sure that my performance on Christmas Eve is good.
I am used to it, at least.
Maya would dress her three Omega kids up in cute matching outfits and make us put on song and dance performances for after dinner entertainment for her friends and clients.
We were part of her brand. Everyone in the hotel earned their keep in some way, even her Omega kids.
Her friends would clap and pat us on the head or kiss our cheeks in a way that Bird in particular hated.
Hatton found the singing and dancing, as well as an audience’s attention, excruciating. He would try to hide behind me.
Luckily, because he was the youngest, everybody found that sweet.
I clear my throat, before I reluctantly start to sing the lyrics to the central Christmas song, “I am an Omega elf and I love being put on a shelf…” I cut off, blowing out a breath. Fuck that. I hate Maya’s Traditional carols. It’s about time that I make up some of my own. Instead, I put my hand on my hip and sway in theelf dancethat Bird choreographed. “I am an Omega elf, and I know when you’re sleeping, and when you’re awake. So, you’d better be a good Alpha because I know whether you’ve been bad or good…”
To my shock, a gorgeous, rocky voice joins in behind me, finishing the sentence for me in a way that I have never heard before, “…So be good for goodness sake or you’ll find your sliced off knot underneath the Christmas tree!”
I yelp, blushing with embarrassment.
Shit, someone else is up here.
I twirl around to find myself staring into beautiful midnight green eyes…at the most handsome and dominant Omega that I have ever seen.
I know that I am gaping at him.
I can’t stop myself.
The man is leaning against the high parapet, as if we’re singing a scandalous duet in a karaoke bar.
He is almost as short as I am (which I love after having always to strain my neck to look up at Icarus), but is athletic. He is a couple of years younger than I am with wavy silver hair, which contrasts against his sun blushed skin.
His sparkling midnight green eyes are framed by impossibly long lashes. His nails are painted silver, which matches his eyeshadow.
When the light glints off the ugly Rej bracelet at his wrist, my heart sinks.
So, this is one of the new Hotel Omegas that have been brought in to cover this busy period.
He is pretty enough that he’ll to be popular with the guests, but Ellington will hate him.
The new Omega has already found out the best spot to take his break, which is smart. Yet the fact that he’s taking a break before he has changed into his uniform or started working doesn’t bode well for how things will go for him here.
This Omega is going to be trouble or at least, get himself into trouble.
He’s a punk Omega.
I’ve never seen anyone like him.
His eyebrow is pierced, and he has a tattoo on his shoulder.
Somehow, seeing markings that normally are only inked on Alphas makes him look even hotter.
I didn’t know that Omegas were allowed to either be pierced or tattooed.
