Briar-
“Excuse me.” I begin.
“Hi, I think you’re in the wrong room.” She says to me. She is another beautiful girl. Around my age. Jet black hair in waves. Brown slanted eyes and brown skin. Henna tattoos cover both of her slender hands that hold my magazine. She is a stunner.
I mean, she is so convincing. I actually step back and look at the door. I'm making sure I’m on the right floor.
“Uhm, no, this is my room.” I reply, and I swear it comes out as more of a question because she really has me questioning myself at this point. Hell, maybe I am on the wrong floor, and all the rooms look exactly alike.
“I get confused here all the time as well. This is the Alpha’s suite. I’m in here. This is my suite as a guest to the Alpha. What room are you looking for dear?” Did she just dear me? D
