Page 30 of Stolen Omega

I return to the main room and put on my underwear. My shirt still has the sleeves rolled up, which is normal enough not to care about. The only problem is it’s way more wrinkled than it should be.

Damn it. Best case scenario, he’ll think I’ve been sleeping on the job. Worst case, he might think the rumors that some of the guards have been spreading about my crush on Zey are more than rumors, and that the crush is way more than a crush.

The former is bad, but the latter could ruin everything.

Looking around, I discover there’s an iron in one of the cupboards, though I don’t come across a board to use it with. I guess I’ll need to give the shirt a once over on the coffee table.

Slinging the shirt onto the armchair, I pull on my pants.

I should call Archer, but I’ll get dressed first, eat, and then check in with the hallway guard.

Has to be in that order. I’ll need to put the room service tray out to be collected.

I move all the food into one plate that I put down on my usual corner of the sofa.

The rest of the plates go back on the tray. Then, I sit down on Zey’s side to slip into my socks and shoes.

The iron is a piece of crap, it turns out, but eventually it gets my shirt looking more presentable.

After shoving the shirt on, I take my time with the buttons, not wanting to mess up any small details.

My gun’s holster comes next, along with my piece.

I consider the tie, but it has Zey’s scent on it.

No big deal. I usually take it off at night.

I’m not in the mood to eat yet, so I pick up the tray and head to the door, knocking to get the hallway guard to open it. He unlocks and pushes it inward. I keep it open with my foot, passing him the tray.

He takes it from me. “All clear out here.”

“Same,” I tell him, letting him know I have no concerns.

I don’t tell him Zelena went to bed early. It would invite too many questions.

“Any leftovers?” he asks after a beat.

“Sorry, dude. It was just wings and salad anyway.”

“Damn. Should have brought an extra protein bar.”

“There should be one in the mini bar. Give me a second.”

I go back into the suite and find a couple bars in the fridge, taking them back to the door.

The hallway guard nods as I pass them over. “These’ll do until my shift ends. Thanks.”

“No problem.” When I move back inside, he locks the door.

It’s time to call Archer.

First, I pick up the TV changer and restart the movie on a low volume.

It shouldn’t be enough to wake Zey, but it should be enough to distort anything the hallway guard might hear while I’m on the call to my Alpha.

Clearing my throat, I get my cell phone out and dial his number.

He picks up before the second ring, his voice tense. “Russ. What’s wrong?”

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