Coming up in SOS Hotel #2

The elevator arrived at his floor and we strode wordlessly down the corridor. Perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned Razorsedge, the porn club where Zee had been the headliner.

Zee swept inside his room, toward the wall of wardrobes, then flung open all the doors, displaying a rainbow of a hundred outfits. “They won’t fit your… stats, but Madama Matese can adjust anything you like.” He plucked a neon blue suit with silver buttons from the rail and held it against me, scrunching his face in thought.

“Uh, it’s nice. But maybe something a bit more subtle?”

“So the look you’re going for is fucking dull?” He shoved the blue suit back and screeched the hangars along the rail. His tail lashed. He was definitely angry. I’d only told him the truth, he couldn’t use the hotel as his own personal feasting. We had to be careful. These first few weeks would determine the hotel’s future. Our reviews on Hotels4U weren’t great—ignoring the sockpuppet ones that were so obviously Zee rating us five stars, I’d had to ask him to remove them.

In the corner of my eye, his tousled bed lay in wait, like an unspoken invite to jump in for Round 2 and maybe shake out some of the electric tension sizzling between us. I couldn’t be the only one noticing our vibe was off. Zee was attuned to emotions. He had to be feeling it too…

I feared we’d made the itch worse, not gotten rid of it. Maybe itch was the wrong word. But standing in the same room as him had parts of me craving his touch. And it had nothing to do with his allure. This need to kiss every inch of his skin—all the way down his body, from the tip of his horns to the end of his tail—was all mine.

“Hold this.” He shoved an outfit into my hands that appeared to consist of multiple belts riveted together with steel studs. Where the uh… male genitals went, a sling would cradle the most precious dangling bits in a snug leather pouch. “Here.” He took the leather belt outfit back and shoved a tux into my hands instead. “Try that, then come back and we’ll do something about your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

He winced, reached out, ruffled it, and plucked a cobweb free. “Has a gremlin been nesting in here?”

A zip of static jolted between us. He gasped, and stumbled against the cupboard door. I shivered, letting the pleasant little zap work its way through me.

“What the fuck was that?”

I shrugged. “Probably nothing.”

He shook out his hand. “Right, nothing. Except it felt a lot like the wards kicking in. I wasn’t going to hurt you.” He frowned at this hand, and shook it out again.

“I know.” It hadn’t felt like the wards to me. I was still feeling its ripples of pleasure riding up and down my spine. “I’ll uh… I’ll check with Madame Matase when I ask about this.” I held up the suit. “Thanks, Zee. I owe you one.”

His grin wiped banished the confusion on his face. He glanced at the bed and back, the smile growing. “Or, you could pay me now?”

Yeah, no, I wasn’t jumping into that bed with him again. Couldn’t happen. Terrible idea. One time was enough, even if it wasn’t. And would never be.

Truthfully, I’d have jumped his bones in a heartbeat, if I didn’t have my own glamour to hold together. Last time, it had almost slipped its restraints. “I’ll uh… I’ll get this adjusted and come back… for the hair.” I felt the room, hoping this wasn’t as weird for him as it felt for me.

After he’d woken from being starved, he’d told me to leave. If I’d left, we wouldn’t have crossed the line, but I’d stayed, and now everything had changed between us, and maybe not for the better.

I should not have slept with him, but he’d needed it and I couldn’t walk away from helping him.

It was done, and I had a tuxedo to try on.

The crazy fun continues in SOS Hotel #2

Out now!