Muzo
Things I didn’t expectto happen today: the eldest alpha dragon ripping the door off my room, barging in unannounced, and seeing my entire naked ass.
Things that happened:that.
And now, because he stood there like a lost puppy I couldn’t bear to kick out, I was leading him to the bathroom. What a day.
I didn’twantto kick him out, though. Pretty much the opposite. He was so adorably clueless and weirdly innocent, like a caveman stepping into the modern world. If any other alpha had literally ripped my door off its hinges, I might’ve freaked out, but not with Cobalt. His presence was innately calming.
He reminded me of the ocean. I mean, hewasblue all over. His hair was shades of cerulean—deeper blue with ripples of clear, sky blue. His blazer and trousers matched his hair, like he was forced to walk around in a color-coded outfit. Hell, maybe he was so the TV audience could instantly tell the dragons apart.
Oh, right. The audience. I’d forgotten about the whole TV show thing. Kinda hard not to when the biggest, sexiest man alive breaks into your room, scopes your booty, and excitedly sniffs your armpits.
I led Cobalt to the bathroom, which was almost the size of my old apartment. Pure white tiles sprawled out in every direction, sparkling with a spotless sheen. The shower was a box of glass with a fancy stainless steel showerhead.
“Here we are,” I announced, gesturing to the space as if it were my own. “Though I bet you’re familiar with it already, since it’s your hotel and all.”
Cobalt looked around nonchalantly. “I’ve never been inside before.”
“Huh?”
His gaze settled back on me. “I only came here to find you.”
Dammit, there it was again, those words that made my skin tingle. I didn’t think he was even trying to be sweet. He was just genuinely wholesome.
“Oh,” I said, surprised. “Why’s that?”
Cobalt thought about it for a moment.
“I had to,” he finally replied.
When he didn’t elaborate, I shrugged. “Huh. Well, that’s that.”
Cobalt stared at me, waiting to follow my lead. Once again he reminded me of an overgrown puppy. I’d never had a puppy before—it’s kinda weird to own a real animal when you’re a shifter and all—so this was fun for me.
“Well, I dunno what you’re gonna do, butI’mgonna take a shower,” I told him. “I haven’t had a proper one for—” I was about to say two weeks, but the mortifying ideal of confessing that to the sexy-caveman-puppy was too much to bear. “A while,” I finished.
Cobalt had no comment. He didn’t move at all except for a slight furrow in his brow, like the fact that I was about to shower was disappointing to him.
What an adorable weirdo.
Since I was already undressed for the occasion, I stepped into the shower. Cobalt regarded me curiously. It was like a reverse horror movie. Instead of unexpectedly running into a man while naked in the shower, the man was already present.
“Here I go,” I announced as I reached for the dial. I felt like I had to narrate everything I did to entertain Cobalt because I didn’t want him to get bored and leave.
Just before I turned the water on, Cobalt approached the shower. His gaze drifted from the showerhead perched high on the tile wall down to me.
“It’s difficult for you to reach,” he pointed out. “Let me do it.”
He didn’t move immediately. Instead he stared down at me like a stoic statue. His comment sounded like a non-negotiable demand, but he still waited for my input.
“Uh, sure?” I said. He was right. It was pretty high up, and I was shorter than the average omega.
Cobalt grabbed the showerhead and pulled it out of the wall. A long stainless steel cord trailed behind the head like a snake.
I gasped. “Whoa! I didn’t know it did that.”
“Yes. Now I can wash you thoroughly.”
