Izzy
Over and out.
Me
I’m going to kiss the fuck out of you, tie you up, and then give your ass to Harlan.
Izzy
Daddy, please talk dirty to me. You know I love it.
I can’t stop the smirk that splits my lips as I turn onto Eleanor Street. Isidro always manages to put me into a better mood. It feels like we’re so damn close to what we’ve been chasing.
I can almost taste our victory.
The bed and breakfast is exactly the way Ralph described, and I climb the stairs in hopes Tea will give me two rooms. Sloane and Aiden will share one without a problem, it’s just making sure I can get a large enough bed for Harlan, Izzy, and I.
Opening the door, I walk inside, smiling as I smell chocolate chip cookies being baked. Unfortunately, there’s no sign of anyone at the little desk underneath the stairs. Making sure to close the door behind me since the temperature is dropping, I stride over to the desk, looking for clues for what the proper etiquette is moving forward.
I don't want to piss Tea off for being impatient. There aren’t any notes saying she’ll be back, nor is there a bell.
“Hello?” I call out once, content to wait if necessary.
“Just a moment!” a woman calls out.
I nod as if she can see me, leaning against the wall to wait.
“Take your time,” I reply so she can hear me.
I look around, taking in the cuckoo clock marking the passage of time, the simple lighting that’s soft and warm for the comfort of omegas, and the stained glass window behind the desk. It’s eclectic and beautiful.
“Why hello dear,” a woman with brilliant red hair says, walking quickly from another room. There are laugh lines and wrinkles on her face that tell the story of her life, and she’s wearing a black flower printed skirt with a red shirt.
“Please don’t hurry for me,” I say. “I’m having car trouble, and it looks like I’ll be in town for a while. Ralph suggested I stay here. I’d need two rooms if possible?”
I’m feeling out her reaction as I push off the wall to face her, and her eyes react in a way I don’t understand. It’s almost calculating, which is an odd thing when she looks like someone’s grandmother. On the other hand, if she wanted to keep an eye on us, this would be the best way to do that.
That’s not to say the five of us aren’t adept at sneaking around when we need to. As long as the window isn’t too small or nailed shut, we’ll gladly make that our new way in and out of here.
Which is why I merely smile at her, pretending not to know what she’s about.
“Just two rooms?” she asks.
“Yes please. If one of the rooms could have a larger bed, that would be wonderful. I like to cuddle,” I tell her, grinning. “Are you Tea?”
“I’m so sorry. That was rude of me. Yes, I am. Ralph is my cousin. I own The Guest House,” she says. “I have two rooms on the third floor that should work. I hardly ever rent them out because they’re so drafty.”
She’s fucking with me.I shrug as if it doesn't matter to me.
“Alphas make great body heat,” I reply, seemingly unbothered.
“Oh, well then,” she says, blinking at me.
I have a feeling I know what she’s seeing, and it’s hard to seem completely unassuming when I’m built for illegal tasks. I can do a damn good impression of the boy next door, though, and that’s what I’m going for as I smile back at her.
My red hair is artfully styled to appear as if I just rolled out of bed, and my sage green eyes always appear as if I’m about to get into trouble at any moment. Paired with my sweater and jeans, I look like anyone else coming off the street. We do our best to meld into the background while we’re working.
It just so happens that I can also be charming as fuck when I want to be.
