“I know. I’m glad you have all the hard trails to fly down. We can always hit a few later. How was racing Hale and Dusty?” I had Hale's point of view, because he told me when he’d gotten lunch, but I wanted her version.
“Online, I’m sure.” She laughed as we followed the signs for the spa. “He’s pretty good. But Dusty wore those ski skates, and it was just so silly.”
“Oh, I’ve seen them, they sound fun.”
Saoirse opened the frosted glass doors to the spa for us. The scent of lavender greeted us.
We signed in and were shown around the spa, then left in the locker room. As we placed our clothes into the lockers and put on our robes and spa shoes, she told me more about both racing Hale and Dusty and the different trails she’d tried.
There was time before our massage, so we went into the sauna. I rested my head on her shoulder, and she put her arm around me.
“I fucked Hale,” I said softly in the empty sauna as warmth surrounded us.
“Was he any good?” she asked.
“Good enough that I’d fuck him again. Possibly with Carlos,” I replied. “He has a crush on Carlos. Do you think I can get them to kiss?”
“A charming omega can get people to do just about anything.” She laughed.
“Did you bang Dusty on a ski lift?” I teased. That sounded fun. I’d never done that. But I should try that sometime where it might not reflect badly on anyone if we got caught.
“Noooo.” She shook her head. “As much as I’d like a good fuck, I can’t give him ideas.”
“Just tell him this is casual.” I snuggled further into her.
She absently took out my ponytail holder and started playingwith my hair. “I tried. But then he’s talking about the jobs I could have if I stayed with him.”
“Like work for his underwear company? You are good with logistics.” I could see that.
“Like being his bodyguard or running concert security.” She put her head on top of mine.
“How sweet.” I could see her doing that, too.
“It is. And that’s the problem.” Defeat filled her voice as her eyes closed. “I can’t be having alphas get ideas. I’ll have to be firm with him, then stop seeing him after this weekend.”
Her brandy scent grew salty, and I put my arm around her.
“Do you like him?” I asked softly. “It’s okay to like alphas. Not all of them are stupid jerk faces like your ex.”
“Do you like Hale?” she asked.
Classic Saoirse, but I’d answer the question.
“One day he could be a great alpha for someone. But this moment? He’s fun for the weekend,” I admitted.
“I can see that. If he’s mean to you, I’ll break his hands,” she offered.
“Thank you.” I kissed her. “Now, Dusty?”
“He’s really kind,” she said softly. “When he wrecks my jobs, he does nice things for me, like that sunrise hot air balloon ride.”
“Oh?” I hadn’t heard about that. “But guys do that–give you gifts when they fuck up.”
“He’s tried to do nice things without messing up. I usually deflect him,” she added. “But the couple of times we’d fucked, because I sought him out, he’d order me food or try to take care of me. He’ll be a good alpha for someone. But me? What would I do with a rockstar?”
“Let him spoil you and fuck you?” I offered. It didn’t sound like a bad thing. “Wait, you sought him out? Like you didn’t just hook up after the times he messed up for jobs, you went looking for him?”
Oh. My. Goodness.
