Page 21 of A Knotty Road Trip

My father won’t take the time to find me a kind alpha. He will sell me to the highest bidder. I’m a little shocked he hasn’t already. Maybe he’s waiting for me to graduate. Though he sees me being a writer as another disappointment.

My sister is a lawyer. She gets him out of sticky situations. Born and bred to be his little minion. To follow the sheep blindly so to speak. I don’t mourn for her though. She loves being daddy’s little girl.

Turning around, I let the hot water beat against my back. A groan slips from my lips and I sigh. I am tempted to get myself off, before returning to a room full of gorgeous alphas, but I don’t know if this shower is soundproof and we don’t need that.

It's going to be strange enough sharing this place for the night. Annoyed, I quickly wash my hair, rinse, scrub my thighs again, and turn the water off.

As I open the glass door, the steam smacks me in the face. I don't know how long I've been in here, but I hope they aren't annoyed.

Reaching for a towel off the heated rack, I quickly wrap it around myself and then grab an extra one for my hair.

Wringing out some of the excess water in the sink, I wrap it up into a tight knot on my head.

When the steam clears a little and my vision isn't so hazy, I notice fresh toothbrushes and paste.

Taking advantage of the amenities, I quickly brush my teeth, then look around for my bag.

Fuck! Oh no. Please do not tell me that I didn't bring in a change of clothes. I need to put a pair of panties on before they tell how slick I am for them.

Angel mentioned flying scent blind, but what about the others?

Biting my fingernail, I try to think of a solution, but the lack of food and sleep is getting to me.

I just want something to nibble on and then a bed. Maybe I can just ask the chef to make me a girl dinner plate. Some cheese and fruit.

My stomach growls, and I look at the door.

Fuck it. Shuffling over, I turn the knob and peek my head out. Angel is making a drink, and the others are sitting on the couch, working on something.

“Hey, so remember I said I was awkward at the best of times?” Angel's head lifts, and he looks my way with a smile.

“I'm starting to like your weirdness, Vixen.”

My cheeks heat, and my thighs clench. Slick begins to drip down my thighs, and I know this is going to be bad.

“Right, so can I ask you all to close your eyes, while I run to my room and get dressed?”

Beckett’s eyes laser focus on me, and his nostrils flare. A growl slips from between his lips, and Tate looks between us.

Angel laughs, leaving the bar, and walks toward me, offering me his hand. “I will close my eyes while escorting you to your room,” he jokes, and I roll my eyes.

Taking his hand, he pulls me to the room next to the bathroom before shutting the door behind him.

I can hear their voices behind the door, but it's really mumbled.

Turning toward the bed, I see my bag and rush over to get dressed. I only have one more pair of scent blocking undies.

I'm going to have to find a store somewhere before going to LA. And this time I'm spending the money for a good pair. These cheap ones don't hold up for long.

After I'm dressed in a pair of shorts and matching pajama top, I crack the door open.

Angel looks up from the chair next to the couch and gives me a smile. “Feel better?” he asks and I nod.

“Yes, thank you. I think I'm going to lie down until the food arrives. Will you wake me when it comes?”

Beckett grumbles something, and Tate's eyes look wild. Did something happen?

After Angel nods I sigh and close the door, then climb onto the ridiculously plush mattress and close my eyes.

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