Page 92 of Chosen Beta

I ditch all my worn clothes in the bathroom hamper.

The cleaning staff already emptied out yesterday’s items, so they’ll probably be dropped back off tomorrow, clean and dry and ready to be worn again.

I take my time brushing my teeth and removing my makeup.

It’s weird knowing a stranger’s about to see me with a naked face, almost weirder than knowing I’m about to go out there with no underwear in a white shirt.

There’s no way I’m getting any sleep tonight.

This whole situation is totally insane.

I leave the bathroom, and I can see Owen hasn’t moved a muscle.

He’s still leaning against the wall in front of the door, a bored expression on his pretty face.

Oh, he is so giving off bratty super model vibes.

If I took a side profile picture of him right now, I could easily post it on social media, and it would become a viral post that gets a million likes.

He’s a mood. And it is sultry.

He glances at me, his gaze widening for a second.

I don’t know if he’s noticing the makeup’s gone, or my clothing change, but if I had to make a bet, it’s probably the scandalously short shirt. It barely covers my pussy in the front, and he’ll definitely get a flash of my ass if I’m not careful about how I get into bed.

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something, when I remember.

We’re trying to be quiet so whoever it is that’s trying to hurt me thinks I’m alone.

It feels like a stupid charade to me, but I’m not a security guard, so I’ll play along.

I have my phone in my hand, so I open notes and write one.

I step closer and hold my phone up for him to read.

I don’t want you in here with me.

It’s clear, it’s concise, and it isn’t a question.

He rolls his eyes at me, and takes off his jacket, dropping it on the floor by his side.

Ugh. Such a typical Alpha-hole move.

He looks me dead in the eyes, and then uses his right hand to make a gesture I haven’t seen in a while. It’s American Sign Language. I learned it a while back so I could speak to a deaf neighbor.

I’m too stunned to take in what he said, so I put the phone down and sign, asking him to please repeat himself.

Now, he’s the one who looks shocked.

He pulls a face before he makes the sign again.

Too bad.

I raise an eyebrow, and he sighs softly, before he signs to apologize.

I’m sorry.

I don’t respond, because it’s not what I expect, and honestly, I’m even more shocked that he’s apologizing than I was when I realized he knew ASL.

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