“All right, let’s head to level five.” We follow Tim through the hall to the elevator and go to level five. I can feel Smith staring at me and it makes me want to pull my hair out.
We take a left out of the elevator and Tim opens the first door. “This is the Fairy Forest suite,” Tim says, and I take in the room, knowing I don’t need to see any of the others.
It’s like a secret fairy garden. There’s greenery and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. The bed is built into the floor with silk emerald green sheets. There’s a salt lamp in the corner and when we walk into the en suite, it’s like being transported to a grotto, almost. There’s stone work along the walls and eucalyptus hanging from the shower head. I can’t imagine a place more suited for me to have my heat.
“This is the one, I don’t need to see any of the others,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“I love it when I get it on the first try,” he replies. “We will get you all booked for this suite. We will see you back tomorrow for your interviews. As soon as you feel like you are going into heat, please come in. We have bedrooms on site where we can wait until your heat starts to be in the nest if needed.”
“Thank you, Tim.”
“You are welcome. Marlene or myself will call you later to let you know your appointment times.” I nod my head and Smith and I head toward the elevator.
“Can you wait in the lobby,” I ask Smith.
“Why?” he replies.
“I need to speak to Tim in private.”
He looks at Tim and then at me. Clearly not pleased at all with me asking him to give me space. He nods his head and walks to the lobby, and I spin on my heel and look at Tim.
“Tim, is there any way to write a contract or an affidavit that I consent for Smith to be a part of my heat if he agrees?”
Tim clears his throat. “He won’t commit to that right now?”
“No, currently his head is located inside his ass. On the off chance he decides he wants to be a part of this, I want Heat Haven to make sure that it’s possible and they have my consent.”
“I think it would be best to get video confirmation and an affidavit from you. If he does decide to participate there is the matter of membership.”
“Put in there that I consent to him completely, and I will pay whatever fee for his participation.”
“All right, Ms. Jenson.”
Tim records me on his iPad, giving my authorization and signing the documents.
“I hope you get what you’re looking for, Ms. Jenson. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Tim,” I reply and walk back to the waiting area to collect Smith.
“What was that about?” he asks.
“Just getting all my ducks in a row. Can we get pizza?”
“Only if it’s Joe’s,” he says.
“Franklin’s gonna be pissed about driving to Greenwich.”
“He’ll get over it,” Smith replies, pushing the elevator button aggressively.
“Are you all right?”
“No, I’m not fucking all right, and no, I don’t want to talk about it,” he says.
If he’s going to act like a little bitch baby, I’m definitely going to treat him like one.
It’s late as I sit on my bed and look around my bedroom. It’s bothering me, everything is bothering me. I hate that I’m preparing for this when I know I won’t get what I want. I just want Smith there, that’s it. I don’t need anything else.
I sigh and walk to the kitchen and grab two trash bags before taking them back to my room. I toss the gossip magazines and plethora of water bottles and candy wrappers in the trash. The room is still not comfortable enough.
