Page 205 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
We’ve been here for a couple weeks, and I finally feel like I have the lay of the land, at least for The Exchange side of the building.
I flip on the light and hold out an arm for her to go first. She walks past me down the hallway, and I’m smacked with her scentagain.
She smells sweet, kind of like vanilla, but with hints of coconut. She’s not short for a woman, but the top of her head barely reaches my shoulder.
The soft material of her flowy white dress brushes against my arm as I follow her. It has little silver hearts and bows embroidered into the design.
“Okay,” I say as we make it into the small living room area. “You’ve got a mini-fridge, a microwave, and a sink. It’s notmuch, but there’s a restaurant, and we do food delivery for all meals if you’d rather stay in.”
Did I really just call room service food delivery?
Jesus Christ.
“It’s nice,” she says, taking everything in.
“The suites are much larger once you have a pack.” I head over to the right wall. It took me a while to realize it, but all the rooms are one of two styles simply inverted based on which side of the hall they’re on. “This one is the bathroom.”
I open the door and click on the light.
Melody’s long blondish-brown waves fall around her shoulders as she comes over and peeks inside.
We both step back, and I close that door before stepping to open the next one.
“This is the nest. It’s small,” I warn, because this version makes me a little claustrophobic.
It’s concerning. She seemed uncomfortable in the elevator. That could be due to the fact they move, though.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard of an omega experiencing claustrophobia.
I mean, I’m sure it could happen with trauma or something.
The thought makes my teeth clench. It’s an extreme reaction, but I don’t like the idea of Melody going through anything like that.
She steps past me into the six-by-eight room and smiles.
“It’s not that small.” She chuckles. “Well, not compared to me, but you are kind of a giant.”
I nod, holding the door open since the space will feel smaller if it closes. She has to slide by me to get back into the living room area.
“Then the bedroom is the door opposite these two.” I point instead of heading over because I’m an alpha and she’s anunknown omega. It doesn’t seem appropriate to be all up in her bedroom area. “Let me show you this before I go.”
I aim for the phone on the counter in the small kitchen.
“Zero gets you to the receptionist. If I’m off shift and you want to leave your room, that would be the perfect time to call for night security.” I fish one of my cards out of my pocket. “This has my phone number. I imagine you want to get settled in, so whenever you’re ready to leave the room just give me a call.”
I hope she doesn’t focus too much on the fact I’ve got a Virginia area code and we’re definitely not in Virginia.
Nik and his stupid obsession with finding an omega who doesn’t recognize him.
“What time is your shift over?” She takes the card and her fingers barely brush mine. “That sounded weird. I don’t want to accidentally bother you when you’re off the clock.”
I chuckle, but my mind races. Technically speaking, I’ve been working eight to eight since this place is majorly short-staffed, but I also don’t want her needing anyone except me. “After ten p.m. you can call the desk.”
“Oh, I probably won’t be going out that late anyway,” she says, giving me a relieved smile.
Perfect, that’s exactly what I was hoping she’d say.
“Well, your stuff will be delivered within an hour or so. You can call down and get a late lunch delivery or take a nap. I’ll be back for dinner. Does that sound good?” I ask, backing toward the door to leave the suite.
