Page 4 of Mink Hijinks
“What the fuck? What the fuck?” It still moves!
I jump to my feet and grab my phone, quickly hitting the number for the front desk.
“Branson here. How can I help?” He sounds more chipper than he did when I checked in.
The wiggling moves to the center of the bed and I back away until I fall into a chair against the wall. “I—I think there’s a rat in my bed!”
Branson scoffs. “Iassureyou there are no rodents—” He stops and sucks in a breath.
“Well, there’s a big fucking rat in my bed. I need someone to come deal with it or switch me to another cabin. I’m not dealing with?—”
The lump moves. Fast. It’s out from under the covers and on the floor, racing towards me and I scream like a child as I scramble up the chair.
“Get away!” I yell as if a rat can understand me. There’s a broom leaning against the wall and I grab it, pointing towardsthe creature. If I’m honest with myself, I can tell it’s not exactly a rat, but I have no idea what it is. A ferret maybe? It’s actually adorable, but I keep the broom out in front of me just incase it’s rabid.
“Paxton. Mr. Freely? Are you still there?”
“Yeah, and so is the critter that crawled out from under the quilt. Send help.” I whisper the last part as the animal stares me down.
I blink, and the creature turns into a human. What.The.Fuck?
“I amnota rat. How rude! I’m a mink!”
I suck in a breath and keep my eyes above their waistline, not wanting to see below the belt without permission. But they’re built like an Alpha I’d like to ride during my Heat. They have beautiful deep auburn hair that matches the color of the animal. The mink. The scruff of their jaw has the same color, with a patch of white off-center from their chin. Their eyes are deep, soulful brown. They lick their plush lips. “But I see this is just a misunderstanding.”
My brain comes back online from seeing an animal turn into a human and it scrambles to understand. “You—you turned into a human. Youwerean animal. Now you’re human. The—the rumors are true.”
The mink person tips their head as they observe me. “I’m a shifter, yes.”
“Oh, no, not again,” Branson says on the line just as I drop my hand and let my cell fall to the cushion of the chair.
“Shifters aren’t real,” I whisper.
“We are. What are you doing in my cabin? I was dreaming of sugar cookies, and you almost crushed me with your giant human head.”
My mouth opens and closes. “This is my cabin?” I’m not so sure. There were those boots. “Will you put clothes on? You’redistracting.” I turn away, but all I want to do is to watch the way they move.
The mink person makes a little huff noise. “I’m Aaron Rising. You might have heard of me? He/him please.”
“Are you famous or something? Never heard of you.”
He quirks a smile and turns. “Not too famous, no. But famous enough.” He opens the bedroom closet and rummages around. When he faces me again, he’s in a frilly pink silky robe. It’s rude to scent someone without their permission, but I’m tempted to find out his designation.
There’s a knock at the door and we both head towards it, but Aaron makes it there before I do.
“Ah, Branson. What can we do for you?” Aaron says in such a sexy voice, I almost melt. Slick wets the back of my underwear and I’m sure both men know I’m wet.
Branson swallows and hangs his head. “Please forgive me. I accidentally double-booked the cabins. There aren’t any free ones open. I can offer a refund to one or both of you if you’d like to leave. I’ll even personally pay for a hotel room to make it up to you.”
Aaron eyes Branson, then me. “I have no problem sharing if…”
“Paxton. Pax.” I swallow. “He/him.”
“If Pax is okay with sharing.”
“I wasn’t planning on sharing,” I mumble.
Branson nods so hard I think he’ll give himself whiplash.
