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“Right, I need you to find all these crates. Confirm what’s in the boxes and mark next to the tablet.”
The crates are right near the door. There are easily a dozen or more of them. They range in sizes, but most of them are big enough that I'd struggle to pick them up.
“Sounds easy,” I say with a shoulder shrug. Now, this is my element. This is where I feel good.
“It is. You just need to ensure that you get the numbers correct.”
I open one box and look inside to find bottles of wine. Familiar, menial tasks that I’ve performed before.
“When you’ve marked the box off, put them on the racks.” Simon jerks his chin in that direction.
“This seems too bright for a wine cellar.”
“It’s our temporary one.” Simon says. “The other broke down yesterday.”
“Ah, I see.” I don’t see, but I’m too busy looking around curiously.
He narrows his eyes. “If they ask where you are, I’m going to tell them.”
“I'd expect nothing less, sir.” I smile at him and lean into the crate.
“You can’t hide from them forever, Miss Davies. Alphas are…well, they won’t let you run for long.”
I wince and don’t say anything, but as he leaves, my estimation of him goes up a bit. I think underneath all that pomp and circumstance, Simon might be an interesting man.
Loyal, too.
I check the stock and put it away until midday. Only then does the door open up and slam into the wall, causing me to jump. I turn my head and find Grayson and Dylan scowling at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Stock take,” I mutter and keep working.
Gray growls and struts into the room. He takes the tablet out of my hand, despite my protest, and tips my chin up.
“Beautiful girl. What are you doing?” He asks the question, but this time, layers it with meaning I can’t hide from.
I sigh and try to look away, but he ducks his head, following me.
“Have we done something?”
I jerk my head, almost head-butting him. “No, of course not.”
Dylan moves in my peripheral.
“No one did anything wrong.” I snap at them both and yank my chin out of Gray’s grip. He drops his arms and stares at me.
“Well, something’s clearly wrong.”
I bare my teeth at the wine bottles in my hands and put them onto the rack. Gray grabs my hands from behind me and holds me still.
“Talk to us,” he whispers.
I close my eyes as his hot breath wafts across my neck. “I…this just…” Why can’t I enjoy something? Just for a little while. Doesn’t everyone say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? I can control this. I can hide how I feel. I've been doing it for my whole life.
I just…want more time.
My hands go lax, my body refusing to resist when Grayson turns me in his arms.
