Page 4 of Damaged Princess

That is absolutely not Luke. Luke was my security yesterday, and he's my in with getting close to the owners. I don't know who this guy is, but he's not supposed to be in my room.

"Viktor Nikolov," the massive, grumpy looking asshole says, crossing his thick forearms over his chest.

That's a Russian name if I've ever heard one.

He's huge, and in no way does he seem pleased to be in my vicinity.

Big surprise.

Not many people are.

His blondish-brown beard is long and fluffy. The mustache kinda makes him look like a cartoon villain. His pale blue eyes are currently narrowed at me in suspicion, like I'm the one who did something wrong.

"Why are you in my room?" I snap again.

"My boss assigned me to you," he says, tossing himself down onto the couch. "I'm sure it'll end up being the highlight of my week."

I frown. Wow, way to be a total asshole.

"You plan to get dressed, or are we continuing this conversation with your tits hanging out?" he asks, his gaze raking from my head to my toes.

My eyes widen. He quirks a bushy eyebrow.

"You're a dick," I grumble, pulling my towel higher on my chest.

Unfortunately, I feel a cool breeze on the tops of my thighs. This place needs better-quality towels, or at the very least bigger ones. I'm practically hiding behind a hand towel.

"I've definitely got one," he assures me. "Put some fucking clothes on!" The last part comes out as a bark.

I hate being barked at by alpha assholes. A shiver rolls down my spine. I've spent my entire life being commanded by my father and his men.

My shoulders pull back.

I drop the towel.

Yes, barking is an effective way to force an omega to comply. But I've learned over the years that there's nearly always a way to twist the order if you're determined enough.

I spin, heading for my suitcase, and smile to myself when he releases a hiss. I make sure to give him a nice view of my bare ass as I toss open the bag.

"Fucking pain in the ass omegas," he grumbles. "I'll be in the hall. Don't take forever or I'll be back."

I laugh, bending over and grabbing a bra and panties.

"I guess she couldn't get dressed in the bathroom like a normal human being."

"It's my suite," I remind him, giving my hips a little shake.

The door slams loudly behind him. I'll consider that one in the win column.

I smile. He's easy to rile up. This should be fun.

I need to figure out why Luke is no longer my security. I only spent a few hours with him before some big emergency went down. They needed all available hands on deck, so they put the majority of us in a mixer with a few security personnel to watch the entire room.

I thought Luke would be my personal guard for my entire stay.

That's the way they made it seem.

This isn't good at all.

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