Page 39 of The Alpha Escort Agency
Hugo likes them. The smile stretches across her face, so far, it makes her cheeks hurt. Ha! She knew it. There’s more.
She stares at the phone’s screen, tugs it to her chest and rises up on her knees, then checks the message again. Squealing silently, she bounces up and down on the bed and phones Rory. The phone has rung five times in her ear before she remembers it’s late.
“Hello.” Despite the late hour, he sounds awake.
“Rory, it’s Alice.”
“Is everything okay, Alice?”
“Yes, yes, better than okay, bloody brilliant," she gushes.
“Okay.” he sounds confused and she can’t help giggling, her insides vibrating.
“I just heard from Hugo at the gallery and guess what?”
There’s a pause, and the scrape of a chair. “What?”
“He loved your photos. Didn’t I tell you he’d love your photos? And not only that, he has an exhibit of various artists coming up at the end of next week and he’s willing to make space for three of your photos as long as you get them professionally printed and can deliver them in advance so that they can be framed up like the other art.”
“What? Slow down, Alice, I didn’t catch all of that.”
“Hugo wants to exhibit three of your photos.”
“Fucking hell … sorry … are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.” The smile widens further across her face. “Are you pleased?”
“Yes, I’m pleased. I’m … I’m somewhat shocked.”
“Can you get them printed?”
“What size?”
“I’ll put you in touch directly with Hugo.” She can’t help the squeal that escapes her lips. “I’m so pleased for you, Rory.”
“Thanks — for this, I mean.” He sounds confused and surprised, perhaps overwhelmed, and it is cute. She wants to wrap him in a hug, shake him by the shoulders, reassure him he has talent. Modesty in an Alpha is so rare. “You’re amazing, Alice.”
Her heart stops. “I am?”
“Yes, very much so.”
“You know you’re pretty special yourself — those photos are something else.” She grins wider, a warmth spreading through her, knowing that she’s pleased him. “I’m going to be too excited to sleep,” she says.
“We can keep talking, then.”
“I’d like that. I love the sound of your voice.”
“You do, little Omega?”
Every time he calls her that name, it sends electricity rushing to her groin. Men, Alphas, have called her it before. It’s never made her feel like this. It’s partly how he says the word, like he’s caressing it with his tongue, teasing her, reminding her just what he can do with that sinful mouth of his. Partly it’s the tone of his voice; deep and masculine. She’s sure it causes the phone in her hand to vibrate, the sensation racing down her fingers into her hand and along her arm.
“Yes.” She laughs. “You have no idea what it does to my insides, Alpha.”
“Hmmm your insides. You have no idea what talking aboutyourinsides does tome.”
Blood rushes to her cheeks and she shuffles on the bed. She’s never engaged in phone sex before, or sexting for that matter. A guy back at uni had once asked her for some photos, but when she’d stripped down to her underwear and tried a few poses, they'd all looked ridiculous and she’d chickened out. Now she thinks it’s something she’d like to try with him.
“It does?” Her voice is husky, thick with lust. He must hear it.
