The moment Rodney stepped inside, Freya’s face hardened. "Alpha Rodney."
His face was flushed, movements unsteady. He was clearly drunk. A disgusting, sleazy smile crawled across his face. "Miss Freya."
Her eyes dropped to the keycard in his hand.
"You want to explain why you have access to my room?"
She already knew the answer. Some staff member with poor judgment, or maybe even bad intentions, had clearly given it to him. She just wanted to hear him say it out loud.
Rodney’s eyes didn’t leave her. "Didn’t you tell me to find a spot without cameras so we could talk? Well, here I am. Gladly accepting the invitation."
He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a soft click.
He licked his lips and moved closer. "Tell me, Freya. What’s safer and cozier than you
