Page 6 of Packed Up In Vegas

“You’ll stay in the penthouse for a few more nights until you feel well enough to head on your way, at least one of the alphas will stay with you for as long as you choose, and you’ll have full access to the spa and room service.”

“And during?”

I truly hadn’t expected to get this far with her, but I was happy to answer as many questions as she might have if it would put her at ease. “Three alphas are scheduled for tonight’s show, and through the heat you’ll be with all of them in basically every combination you can imagine.”

Callie sucked in a shaky breath. “Are they nice?”

“The ones tonight are actually my packmates, and I can promise they’ll take incredible care of you. They’re some of the best men I know. Do you want to tell me what’s going through your head?”

“Too many things.” She laughed. “My brain feels like a box of bouncy balls I chucked down the stairs. I can’t tell if I should be fascinated, disgusted, or into it. Definitely feeling awkward, though. How the fuck would I even begin to prepare for sex with three alphas when I’ve never even had sex with one before?”

I sent a silent prayer of thanks to the universe for gifting me the most perfect omega to turn this into our best show yet. “That’s the beauty of being an omega. Your body knows how to handle a pack even if your brain doesn’t. And I promise you’ll get an exquisite amount of tips if I can pitch to our patrons that you’ve never had an alpha before.”

Her nose wrinkled adorably. “Do they actually care about that?”

“They absolutely fucking do. You’re going to make yourself a fortune.”

“The club too, I’m sure,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“Of course, sweetheart. The club makes its money one way or the other, but they pay well.”

“Can I have some time to think about it?”

“I can give you an hour before I have to get someone else. I would give you more time if I could, but the show’s tonight. In the meantime, though…” I pulled out what cash I had in my wallet—roughly four hundred dollars—and passed it to her along with a business card. “I want you to get home safe regardless of whether you end up doing this. Text me when you’ve decided. I’ve got to get everything set up for tonight.”

I slipped into a sleek black rideshare and tried not to look back at the sweet omega. She would agree or she wouldn’t, but at least I wouldn’t have any guilt over abandoning her in her time of need.

I arrived at the hotel where the shows took place, and by the time I made my way upstairs to the penthouse where my pack was waiting, my phone buzzed.

Unsaved number:

Fuck it. I’ll do it.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

I didn’t even like when Jerry left the lights on. How was I supposed to have sex in front of a room full of people? The universe was unfair.

I hovered outside the hotel, my luggage at my side, when a black SUV rolled up with a painfully beautiful alpha in the driver’s seat. His hair was longer than I’d expected, falling past his shoulders like a sheet of black silk, and his eyes were a gorgeous golden brown. He hopped out with a smile and beelined straight for me. “Callie?”

“Yep,” I squeaked out.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Kai, one of the alphas who’ll be taking care of you for your heat.”

Even his name was pretty. Miles had sent me a photo of him so I wouldn’t get scooped up by the wrong person.

“Ready to go?”

I barely finished a nod before he was taking my luggage to put it in the back, and then he opened the front passenger door for me, those warm golden eyes watching me expectantly. I hopped into the front seat, trying to buckle so quickly I accidentally locked the belt.

Kai chuckled and took it out of my hands, resetting the mechanism and buckling me in properly. “Excited or nervous?”

“Both? I feel like I might pass out.”

“We’ll get you relaxed in no time.” He kissed my cheek and I bit down on a whimper as he rounded the vehicle and climbed into his seat before zipping out into the traffic.

Sweet mother. He was so fucking pretty. It was like someone had ripped him off the pages of a magazine, and he was going to touch me. Why didn’t I have a pillow to scream into right now?

I had a white-knuckle grip on the door handle, my other hand fidgeting with my hair.

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