My eyes widen.
Wait, isn’t that…?
“Stay behind me.” Icarus opens the door with his door key. “Let me do the talking.”
“But—”
“I mean it,” Icarus insists. “Let me protect you.”
He sharply pushes open the door.
I trail behind him in his shadow.
“Hold on, I didn’t order a sexy Alpha. Or did I? I did get pretty pissed last night. Although, do I get a free Alpha thrown in with my Omega? Because I am bloody okay with that,” a flirty voice teases with a laugh. “Especially if it it’s you, big boy.”
“You…?” Icarus exclaims, before managing to get himself back under control with a struggle.
ItisImmortal.
Joy and relief rush through me.
“If you want, sir.” Icarus’ voice is now suffused with a chilly civility that could freeze anyone’s balls. “But I am the hotel’s general manager and no longer Santa. Sitting on my lap, no matter if you’re agood boy, will cost extra. You are receiving a special service.”
“Aren’t I the lucky bastard?”
“If you say so, sir.”
“I like you. In fact, you can stay as long as you want. Hey, can you take all these flowers and muffin baskets, which other guests keep sending me in hopes that it will open my pants, down to the staff quarters? Make sure that they get fairly shared with the Omegas as well, yeah?”
Icarus’ shoulders rise in surprise.
His voice softens. “Of course, sir.”
“And stop calling mesir.It’s making me feel like some kind of entitled prick.”
“The type of entitled prick who chooses Omegas out of a catalog and orders them to your room,sir?”
I elbow Icarus gently in the back.
Does he have a Maya sized death wish?
Also, Immortal saved us both only last night on the stage.
Immortal gives an uncomfortable chuckle. “Does it help that I didn’t choose her out of a catalog but more fell for you both last night? Or that I’m as much staff as you are? I’m singing for my supper in this place, mate. I’m a performer. My pack aren’t really the same as the other guests.”
I squeeze past Icarus and stumble into the hotel room.
The presidential suite is blindingly luxurious.
The walls and carpet are deep rose. The ceiling is lit by a vast, circular chandelier that shines light onto a glittering circular gold rug. The walls are hung with art of shadow birds in flight, which are painted by a local Omega artist, Leo Knight.
Dad is in charge of furnishing the hotel because Maya believes that things like that are Omega skills. I love that Dad has managed to undermine Maya by supporting a talented Omega artist.
Golden couches ring a gleaming mahogany coffee table that overflows with roses, beer bottles, and empty pizza boxes.
I wrinkle my nose.
A vast Steinway piano stands in the corner of the suite, and several guitars are propped next to it. A number of doors lead off from the room to bedrooms, a bathroom, and a study.
