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That would make for a completely different experience than I’d bargained for. I wasn’t complaining about that either.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I said.

Cyrus crossed his arms over his chest. His sleeves strained over his biceps, and I would’ve paid to run my palms over them, to feel his strength coiled his skin. He cocked his head to the side. “Go on.”

“If you remain in your apartment, I’ll stay with you. On the couch or on a cot. Something.”

One of his eyebrows lifted. “A cot? You think I’d let you sleep on a cot?”

“Yes?”

Another low rumble.

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t.” He sighed and shook his head. He had a fantastic smile. Supple, full lips that begged me to taste them.

“Well, then, what’s your verdict?”

He chuckled low. The sound made my belly flutter and my cock bounce, volunteering to make him laugh again. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“You have no idea.”

Wait, what? Was that flirting? Was I flirting with the owner of this place? A shifter, if I wasn’t mistaken?

Hell yeah, I was.

“Gertrude, what do you think? What if he slits my throat during the night or steals something?” he called over his shoulder at the older woman.

Gertrude looked over her readers at us, back and forth. “I don’t think that’s the kind of danger he’ll put you in, Cy. Let him stay with you. He’s cute.”

Thank you, Gertrude.

He withdrew a ring from his pocket and loosened one key. “For this week, we’re roommates.”

He rounded the counter and picked up my bags, giving me a stern look when I tried to protest. “Right this way, Boen. Let me show you to my place.”

He walked in front of me, just a bit but kept looking over his shoulder to make sure I was keeping up. His stride was twice as long as mine, so I had to sprint a few times. Also, because I found myself staring at his tight ass and his wide shoulders, I stumbled once and almost tripped over my own feet. I didn’t know how I was going to survive this week and not flirt with this giant of a male, but I would try.

Or maybe, if I did, he might just flirt back.

Chapter Five

Cyrus

Gertrude called him cute. She wasn’t kidding but she was also far off. Sure, he was cute, but my dragon thought he was the most beautiful male we’d ever seen in our life.

As soon as I looked at the confirmation he showed me on his phone, I knew it was fake. There were a lot of travel apps that claimed lower prices and baseline rates but only a handful legit. Boen had fallen for one of the bad ones.

Not that I was complaining. That fake app had sent him right to my doorstep. My dragon knew with one scent that he was ours. One moment, I was overjoyed at our B&B being filled up for the festival and the next, the only thing I could think of was how to get this nerdy omega of mine into my arms and never let him go.

“You must be really busy,” Boen said.

I had his bags in my hands and, as we climbed the stairs, his scent became more concentrated. He smelled like the best peach cobbler ever.

“With Dragon Fest and all, and this place is fantastic. I read all about it.”

“Most of the time, yes. I have two days off a week but since I live here on the premises, I end up getting into something around here. There’s always something to be done. How about you?”

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