Page 8 of Packed Up In Vegas

“He will be. He’s just making sure everything else is running smoothly for tonight,” replied Diego. “You should go shower. Hair and makeup will be here in about an hour, and Miles will have paperwork for you. Also, if you want to eat, I would order room service now so you have time to digest.”

I swallowed hard. Everything felt like it was careening toward me now that I was here.

“I’ll order for you,” Kai offered. “What would you like?”

“Spaghetti and meatballs? I usually carb load before a heat.”

Kai gave me a soft smile. “I’ll put in the order now.”

I disappeared into the bathroom, grateful to have a reprieve. They were all certainly attractive enough to put on a show; I just had to reconcile myself to the fact that I was going to be a part of that. This was my last chance to be clean for a few days, so I might as well take the opportunity to indulge. I stood face-first under the spray until I felt a little steadier, and then set about scrubbing myself head to toe. Was I supposed to shave everything? Miles had said the audience wanted an authentic experience, but how far did that apply?

“Um, is anyone nearby to answer a question?” I called out. I cringed, letting my forehead rest against the glass while I tried not to let my embarrassment swallow me whole.

The door cracked open and Diego stepped inside. “What’s up?”

I crossed my arms over my chest.

He laughed quietly. “I’m going to see a lot more of you soon, and so is everyone else. No need to be shy. What’s your question?”

“Is this like an everything shower where I shave head to toe? I don’t know what to do.”

Diego’s eyes gleamed. “Only take off what you actually want to. I’m going to wreck you regardless.”

Oh god.

Heat rolled through me and I didn’t miss his appreciative look when I braced one hand on the glass, my fingers curling.

“If you don’t want to shave a single hair, then don’t. Probably better not to, quite honestly. Don’t want you to nick yourself and have to deal with any extra discomfort.”

Extra discomfort. How much would there actually be?

Diego parked himself on top of the marble vanity. “Hurry up with your shower. Your food will be here in a few minutes.”

“You’re just going to watch?”

“You need to get used to eyes on you.”

A tiny whimper escaped.

“Amir, Kai, the little omega needs to practice having some attention.”

Oh sweet baby Jesus. Then the three of them were in the bathroom with me, all watching me through the steamed-up glass.

“Don’t be shy, little dove. If you can’t handle this, you won’t be able to handle tonight.”

I bit my lip and tried not to focus on the fact that they could all see me naked as a spring day while I took the hair off my underarms and lower legs. By the time I was rinsing out my conditioner, feeling their gazes wasn’t quite so intrusive. But then I had to step out from the protective barrier of the fogged glass.

Kai held out a towel, dangling it from his fingers far enough away that I wouldn’t be able to reach. “Come on out, sweetness.”

With a deep, shaky breath, I stepped out of the shower and closer to them so Kai could wrap the towel around me. Diego dropped another over my head and squeezed the water from my hair.

“See,” Diego said. “Not so bad.”

Was I red as a beet? Yes. Had I fainted putting myself in front of these unfairly beautiful alphas while butt naked? No. I counted that as a win.

A knock on the door signaled the arrival of my food and Amir scooped me up to carry me over to the couch while Kai brought the cart in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wishing that the scent blockers were already gone so I could tell what he smelled like. I craved the knowledge like a tangible thing, my omega instincts demanding to know.

In addition to the spaghetti and meatballs I had requested, they’d also ordered cheesy bread, two carafes of juices, and one of water.

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