She arrived exactly on time, at seven o’clock. I heard the doorbell ring and felt a small rush of adrenaline.
With Elena, I had learned to expect the unexpected. That was why the adrenaline came so easily, my Omega instincts already stirring, scenting her before I even opened the door. I opened it to all five-foot-eleven of her and smiled.
She was so good at this. Standing there with her massage table and linen bag, dressed in loose-fitting pants, a collared work shirt, and tennis shoes, she looked every bit the part of a professional masseuse. Any curious neighbor would probably not have given her a second glance.
But I did.
I noticed the deep red lips that contrasted so beautifully against her dark hair, pulled back in a sleek ponytail. I saw the makeup that was just a shade too sul
