“With Easton it’s more of a…kindred spirits vibe. He hates the Alphas and barely tolerates them. Honestly the only people he looks at in a neutral way are the Omegas from the facility.”
Tatum has told me a little bit about what happened to the Omegas and Apollo, but by a little I mean she said they had been hurt at a facility and were then saved by Hayes Pack. She takes their privacy seriously. Everything else she’s told me about Apollo was after he was hired, and only so I could help him adjust at Haze more easily.
She did, however, fail to mention that he's hot, even with half his face covered.
“But when he looked at you? It was like he had stars in his eyes,” Tatum continues rambling happily.
“Maybe he’s never seen a woman in lingerie before,” I offer with a shrug. “He seemed sweet.”
“Sweet!?” She practically cackles, throwing her head back. “Candy is sweet, Apollo is fucking ginger. Not entirely unpleasant, but definitely has a bite.”
“Awe, just like you! No wonder I liked him right away,” I tease as I change out of my lingerie and into something appropriate.
“I didn’t know you owned jeans,” Tatum mocks in a shocked tone, and I roll my eyes.
“I keep them here just in case, you menace. All I have are crop tops, though.” Oh well, a black crop top and high-waisted blue jeans are cute and a lot more comfortable than lace panties.
“At least you get to take the heels off,” she sighs. “I do not miss those.”
“Okay, I love you. Be good. Or don’t.” I grin, kissing her cheek and hugging her tight. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Stay safe, Dream. Or I will be forced to punish you myself,” Tatum warns with a glare.
God, I love that girl.
I’m so glad Hayden tricked her into working here. He deserves a fruit basket for delivering my best friend to me.
Apollo is incredibly attractive,and even though I can’t see his whole face, I can just imagine what’s under the mask.
His eyes are so intense. Striking amber with flecks of emerald, framed by dark black lashes, a strong brow, and rich mahogany hair that falls into his face when he looks down. He’s got an alluring aura that draws me into him. His scent is sadly missing, just like Trev’s, but unlike Trev, I can sense his dominance.
I shiver under the intensity of his stare and the way his dominance settles over me when I walk further into the small space. The new security room is a cozy size, but every inch of it is consumed by the men at the table waiting for me. I swallow thickly as I take a seat, Trev to my left and Apollo across from me.
“So, who is this client, and what is my role?” I ask, clearing my throat as I adjust to the feeling of their attention focused solely on me.
“I don’t have a name, only a letter. B.” Trev answers. “They need protection. We don’t know for how long. At least as long as it takes to secure the client’s safety.”
“Okayyy.” I squint, glancing away from Trev and over to Apollo, who’s still watching me extra close. The Omega side of me loves Alpha attention, so I’m not going to complain. Too much.
“Declan wants Apollo in on this because as a hacker, we’ll probably need his assistance. Of course, until the meeting we won’t know the full details, but for now we’re being presented with as many details as possible, and then it’s up to us to either join or reject,” he continues.
“Uh-huh…”I nod before dropping my chin on my open palm, elbow resting on the table as I tap my lip with my pointer finger. “Go on.”
“Well,” he sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Declan thinks the best way for us to do this job is if you serve as the client's girlfriend."
“Is this long-term?” Long-term is abnormal, but someone once paid me to be his date for work events twice a month for eight months, so it’s not unheard of.
“Yes, and I will serve as your security. As far as anyone will know, you have a history of finding trouble and need extra protection.”
“Like a bodyguard?—”
“Yes.” Trev cuts me off, and I frown at him again. He’s a rather polite Alpha, unless he’s kicking someone out of the club, so I’m a bit surprised at his impatience. He’s always so much sweeter to me.
Apollo sits up straighter in his seat and slowly turns his head to face Trev, glaring.
Is that a dagger in his ring?
“Why did Declan make it a point to tell me I don’t have to do this? Every job we do is dangerous, so what’s different here?”
