More screaming.
I laughed, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep in my chest.
"I'll be ready," Maeve said, her voice breathless. "Wear comfortable shoes. We're going to make those alphas regret giving you that card."
She hung up, and I sat there in the quiet townhouse, holding a credit card that had no limit and wearing a shirt that belonged to an alpha who made me feel things I didn't know I could feel.
My phone buzzed with a text.
Maeve: This is either the best day of my life or you're about to get us both arrested. Either way, I'm in. I love shopping. And you're buying me the fanciest lunch in London.
Me: I’m being paid 5k a week, I think I can afford to buy you lunch.
Maeve: Jeez! I wish I’d answered the ad now.
I smiled, pocketing the card and heading upstairs to find those comfortable shoes.
Two hours until the helicopter arrived.
Two hours until I figured out what unlimited access really meant.
13
Presley
The helicopter touched downon the lawn of the garden square two hours later, and Maeve stumbled out like she'd just survived a near-death experience.
Her black hair whipped around her face, and she clutched her handbag to her chest like a shield. But the moment she saw me waiting by the wrought iron gate, her face split into a grin.
"You weren't lying. It’s gorgeous," she shouted over the noise of the rotors.
"Would I lie to you?"
"Yes!"
I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the townhouse before the neighbors could complain about the noise. Not that they would. This was Kensington. They probably had their own helicopters.
Inside, Maeve stopped in the entrance hall and stared.
"Holy shit."
"I know."
"This is where you're living?"
"For now."
She turned in a slow circle, taking in the marble floors of the vestibule, the chandelier hanging from the super high ceiling, and then to the curved staircase. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open.
"Presley, this place is insane."
"It's just a house."
"It's a palace." She grabbed my shoulders. "Are you sure these alphas aren't secretly royalty? Because I'm getting serious prince vibes."
I laughed, linking my arm through hers. "Come on. We have shopping to do."
The driver dropped us on Bond Street, and I clutched the black AmEx card in my pocket like it might disappear if I let go.
