Page 85 of Pack Fever

The white walls are adorned with beautiful paintings of mountains and valleys. Above me, a glittering chandelier hangs from the ceiling with dripping crystals. A wooden carved dresser and cabinet are against one wall, making this space feel like a royal room. On the opposite side of the room, an enormous window offers a breathtaking view of the sky. It’s as if we’re soaring through the clouds. It’s incredible. The air I breathe carries the scent of fresh flowers. A vast difference from the stifling tour bus.

I blink away the last bits of sleep clinging to my eyes and realize I’m wearing nothing but a bed sheet draped around me. My memories gradually come back—my morning with Reed. He’d promised that I would pass out with how hard he’d make me orgasm, and it seems that he delivered on that promise. The thought sends an excited shiver down my spine. How hungrily we came together, even when I tried to tell myself to leave his side.

Hearing voices outside the bedroom, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand. The floor beneath my feet is cool, but the presence of faux fur rugs is like a fluffy cloud beneath me. I wrap the sheet tightly around my body and open the bedroom door.

An enormous hotel suite spreads out before me. There’s no doubt this is the penthouse. Large windows and a balcony have panoramic views of the city below. The sight takes my breath away. In the center of the room, there’s a circular white couch surrounding a faux fire feature that makes me want to sit there. It’s the kind of place fit for royalty and the opposite of what I’m used to.

My gaze wanders farther, and I spot a circular staircase in the distance. It leads to another level of the suite with more doors. A massive TV is mounted on the wall near the cabinet stocked with all kinds of drinks, telling me this place is designed for entertaining. The glittering chandelier, the small lion statues at the base of the staircase, the vases of flowers… this is so much and so beautiful.

That’s when my attention is drawn to Jasper. He’s in a conversation with a hotel staff member. They exchange handshakes, and I can’t help but notice Jasper discreetly slipping a substantial amount of money into the guy’s hand. The man smiles appreciatively and nods before hastily making his exit.

What was that all about?

Jasper’s grin widens as he approaches me, and it’s impossible to ignore the powerful presence he exudes. Every part of his stride, the movement of his shoulders, and the tightness of his jeans over that huge bulge demands my attention. His eyes lock onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey, and I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Things between us have escalated to the point where I get exhilarated every time I see him, adoring the way he stares at me like I’m his world. And I love that feeling he brings out in me.

“You’re awake, my little mouse,” he declares in a playful tone. “Reed carried you up here while you were asleep. Isn’t that nice of him?”

I’m not sure if I should be horrified or embarrassed to death that people in the hotel saw me in that state. I chuckle at his comment.

“Well, I definitely like my room,” I reply, looking around the rest of the penthouse. “But I’m wondering where my clothes are.”

Jasper’s grin remains, and he moves closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“My beautiful mouse, that’s actually our room,” he reveals. “But how about you go have a shower? We have to head to the stadium for practice runs.”

“Wait, so I don’t get my own room?” I ask, glancing up at the numerous doors on the upper level.

He gestures toward the staircase with a lift of his chin. “There are only three bedrooms in this penthouse, so you’ll have to bunk up with us. My room is yours, okay?”

I blink at his overly wide smile. “Only three? But this place is massive. What are those other rooms for?”

“All kinds of things.” Jasper shrugs nonchalantly, nudging me back into his room and pointing to an en suite door I completely missed earlier. “A gaming room, a cinema room, a gym. Normal stuff.”

I chuckle at his definition of normal in this lavish setting. He seems eager for me to join him in his room, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to.

“Your clothes are already in my wardrobe.” His enthusiasm is admirable as he guides me toward the en suite door, and my head is spinning with questions, but I agree to go ahead and have a shower first.

I’m greeted by a luxurious space that feels like heaven. The shower is elaborate and made of what looks like pearl-white tiles, with enough room for five people under the two shower heads. The warm water cascades over me, washing away the uncertainty from earlier.

After a refreshing shower, I step out, feeling rejuvenated and ready to face the day. My clothes are neatly arranged in Jasper’s wardrobe, and I quickly get dressed in a simple blue dress with long sleeves and a tight bodice. The day looks warm outside, so I opt for sandals.

Next, I quickly swallow one of the suppressant pills Seth got me to tame my scent, though I know it won’t settle my arousal… that was obvious the last time I took one.

As I step into the living area of the penthouse, I’m met with an eerie silence. It appears that everyone has left.

I call out, “Jasper?”

No response. Deciding to do a quick check, I remember Jasper’s earlier explanation that there are only three bedrooms in the penthouse. Which I find difficult to believe.

I rush upstairs. Each room on the upper level is filled with various items and furnishings that seem out of place. For instance, there’s a fully equipped gym, but some of the rooms appear to have random pieces of furniture, like just a dining table and chairs. It’s puzzling why such a setup exists when there’s a larger dining area downstairs.

Narrowing my eyes, suspicion begins to creep in. Did Jasper intentionally arrange for these rooms to be changed? Did he tip the hotel staff to set things up this way, ensuring that I would be forced to share his room? That sneaky dick! It certainly feels like a setup, and I can’t help but smile at his tricks to get me to sleep in his bed.

Jasper returns to the penthouse, a bulging brown paper bag in hand, accompanied by his ever-charming smile. Despite my suspicions about his motives, I’m captivated by his grin and the genuine care he’s shown me.

“Got you some goodies for the trip,” he announces cheerfully. “The other two are downstairs in the car, waiting for us.”

“Okay, perfect. I’m ready,” I reply, grateful for the snacks. I eye him curiously, knowing there’s something more to his actions. “What’s going on?” I ask. “You’re looking at me like you’re up to something.”

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