Page 18 of Knot Your Damsel

I bring the drawer over to the table as Caleb quickly moves the dishes out of the way. “Here, you can get started with this stuff and I’ll see what else I can find.”

Caleb knows a lot more about knives than I do, mostly because he’s much more interested in how they’re made and things like that and I only care if they’re easy to use.

His face lights up as he takes out a supple leather sheath and slides out the knife. “Ohh.” He carefully puts the sheath aside and turns to the window more, catching the light on the blade.

I grin, watching him for a few moments, enjoying his excitement. Then I turn back to the set of drawers and start opening the rest of them, curious what I’ll find.

The rest of the contents of this set of drawers aren’t very interesting. Apart from the weapon stash in the bottom drawer, the rest of them are filled with things you need right before you step out the door.

The top drawer has various bottles of aftershave and perfume, most of them are designed to hide the pheromones of the wearer and instead give them a more generic scent.

It appears that Mr Page prefers deep woodsy scents with warm and light floral accents. The floral accents are close enough to his wisteria scent that if for some reason his pheromones slip out, it wouldn’t be too noticeable, but the deep woodsy scents are very much not part of his normal scent.

I pick up one of the bottles that he’s got six extras of and smell it. Then I spray it on my wrist and smile as I slowly move it in front of my nose.

Oh, damn… That smells good. Even if this is supposed to be balanced in a way that’s similar to a Beta’s pheromones, it turns me on anyway.

“What do you have there?” Caleb’s voice rumbles from across the room.

“Mr Page’s favourite scent.” I put the bottle back into the drawer and go over to Caleb, holding out my wrist to him. “Smells familiar?”

He doesn’t move closer, but his eyes darken with lust as he takes it in, then he looks up at me, meeting my eyes with a smirk. “If he wears that, you’ll never leave his side. You won’t even need me anymore.”

I grin, giving him a quick kiss. “I’ll always need you, you know that. I’m not that easily swayed by some sexy artificial scents.”

The second drawer has cufflinks and pins and other decorative stuff, not that interesting and I wonder why they’re not near his suits and other fancy clothes. Don’t people normally store those things closer together?

The third drawer seems to be filled with random things, some handkerchiefs but also gloves and even some condoms. I have no idea what this drawer is about and quickly close it. Right…

I open the cabinet next to it and sigh, uninterested. This is where he stores his videogame consoles and stuff like that. I can explore that later, when Mr Page is back. I want to get into the things he doesn’t want us to look at first.

The rest of the drawers and cabinets in the room aren’t very interesting either. Just normal personal items and some stuff he clearly wants to keep near even though they’d probably better fit in a living room or study.

I do find another drawer with weapons, though these don’t look as fancy or interesting as the ones I gave to Caleb earlier.

If Caleb gets bored, I’ll bring these over to him, but for now, they can stay in place. Caleb is having way too much fun with the ones he already has.

Right as I think it, Caleb lets out another happy sound and as I look at him, he’s holding a knife with an intricately carved handle up to the light.

He glances my way, grinning wickedly. “I’m going to have to find out where he got these. They’re really elegant but definitely not just for decoration, these are deadly.”

“Now who’s the one who won’t be needed?” I grin back, my heart light at how happy Caleb seems. He even looks… relaxed for the first time in a long time, if that makes sense.

I’m sure I’m also way too relaxed for the situation we’re in. But it’s hard to stay on edge when everything in this room feels so comfortable and familiar, soothing.

So, I turn back to exploring, because I definitely need to find out as much about Mr Page as possible before he returns.

Mr Page has a set of bookshelves with all sorts of fiction books. Though most of them seem to be from his past as they’re children’s books and some of them have ‘Mathew Page’ written on the inside.

This is a curious location to store his personal books. Why wouldn’t he have those in the living room or something like that? Why store these in his bedroom? Is he ashamed of them?

Then, instead of snooping around in his bedside tables, I open the two doors that flank the massive bed.

They both appear to be walk-in dressing rooms, each of them half the width of the bedroom and about a quarter of the length. One of them has a lot of suits and other fancy clothes in it and the other one is empty.

It’s not empty in a ‘nobody ever comes here’ way, heavy with dust and stale air, but in a ‘simply doesn’t have any items in it right now’ way, clean, but empty. Strange…

I go through the suits that are neatly hanging on one wall. All of them are dark red, though in different shades and made from different fabrics. Some are clearly for super fancy events while others appear to be more for ‘summer parties with rich people’ type of events.

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