Page 4 of Bonded By Christmas
“Nah. He’s been here before,” Tommy says, shaking his head as he answers my earlier question. “This will be your ninth visit, but I’m telling you. He’s dangerous. You need to be vigilant.”
My head tilts.
Nine visits.
That has to be Grim. I’m sure that’s a nickname or alias, but it’s not unusual for customers to be hesitant to give us their real names. Although, that was more prevalent when I was dancing. The front desk has all their legal information, so I’m not bothered by calling them whatever they prefer.
“He came in and stomped over to the cabinet with your scent cards. He then growled and pointed until the receptionist popped it open to give him one. He snatched it out of her hand, huffed the shit out of it, and paid for a ninety-minute session by dropping cash on the desk.” Tommy plants his hands on his hips, shaking his head. “When I brought him back to your room, he straight-up refused to let me strap down his hands. He snarled in my face and slapped my hand away. He’s in there just wandering around your room.”
I smile tightly.
Out of all my clients, Grim is the closest to slipping over the line from feral to rabid. I’ve seen him every Friday night for two months, and after each appointment, I worry that it’ll be the last time he comes in.
He’s huge, even for an alpha, and I know his size makes the security guys nervous, but he’s never been aggressive with me.
I like him a lot—more than I probably should—and I worry that I’m not doing enough to stop the decay.
It could be a financial issue. This place isn’t cheap, but I’ve mentioned multiple times that I thought he should come in two or three times a week.
Once-a-week visits aren’t helping him seem any clearer, and that scares the shit out of me. If he loses touch with reality, he could hurt someone, and if that happens, he’ll end up in a rabid alpha facility or prison. If his crimes are especially terrible, they could deem him too great of a threat to society and put him down.
The thought sends an uncomfortable prickle through my system.
“I’ll have the front desk refund his money and escort him out. All you have to do is say the word.” The look on Tommy’s face seems almost pleading.
“Grim growls a lot, but he’s not dangerous.” I offer the security guard a reassuring smile.
His job is all about keeping me and the other omegas safe. I don’t want to make him feel bad about honoring his responsibilities, but it almost seems like the more anxious the security team is, the more hyped up the alphas are once we make it into the treatment rooms.
Is that a thing?
It feels like they feed off each other’s energy.
“I appreciate the offer, but please don’t stress. I have Grim under control.” I pat his arm and head off down the hallway.
I have a client to soothe.
I step inside the room and slap the green button on the wall. It starts the timer and notifies the front desk that I’m now in the treatment room. There is another emergency switch next to thebed and one under the arm of the couch. It gives us multiple locations to click if we need immediate assistance.
I’ve never needed to hit the button, and I don’t plan on starting today.
The door clicks closed behind me, and I lean against the doorframe.
Tommy was wrong.
Grim isn’t pacing the room; he’s sitting on one end of the love seat.
I frown at the cut above his eyebrow and another deep gash on his cheek. “What in the world happened?”
His head whips in my direction, making his shaggy dark hair fall around his face. “Omega.” It comes out as a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine.
He raises a hand and crooks a tattooed finger at me.
Dammit.
Something about how dominant he is really does it for me.
I’ve done a lot of research about why alphas and omegas work so well together. Nature designed our compatibility perfectly.
