7. Vera
Vera
I have no clue how we’re going to resolve the whole ‘Caleb’s instincts can be triggered by Mr Page’s actions, but Mr Page can’t do shit with his pheromones to get Caleb to calm down again’ thing.
What if Mr Page denies what happened? What if he doesn’t believe us?
I sigh, finishing up the last of my scrambled eggs.
Yesterday, we only had to worry about people not noticing us too much, today, we’re dealing with some Omega criminal master mind who very likely is also our mate…
I look up at Caleb, who’s staring out the window. “Do you want me to help you hop outside? Or maybe to the bed?”
He turns to me, smiling softly as he reaches out, putting his large hand over my arm, sending warmth through my body, heating my core. “No, I’m good here. The chairs are comfy and I’ve got a good view. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.” I stand up, going over to him and giving him a long kiss. Every time I looked at him I could see his muscled chest through the opening of his robes and it’s been turning me the heck on.
He wraps his arms around my waist, almost pulling me into his lap as he deepens the kiss and I immediately get slick, wanting him so much. He chuckles, ending the kiss and putting me back on my feet.
“I know Mr Page said we could do whatever we wanted, but I’m not sure that includes having sex.” His eyes twinkle and he winks. “Let’s try not to get ourselves killed on the first day, okay?”
I pout, then smile. “Fine. I’ll find something else to do.” I’ve got a whole room to explore, I’m sure there’s something of interest in here. Or I can play with the stash of weapons I found earlier, also a valid option.
As I turn away, Caleb grabs the sleeve of my bathrobe, stopping me. “How long until your next heat?”
“At least a week, closer to two. I just…” I sigh deeply and he pulls me into his lap for real now. I didn’t want to have sex because of my incoming heat or something, it just helps me to feel more normal and an easy way to deal with stress and I’m very stressed right now.
“I didn’t mean to imply anything.” He kisses my neck, his stubble scratching my skin lightly, almost making me rub up against him so he’ll do it more. “I didn’t think you wanted it because of your heat. I only asked to make sure that I had the right dates in my head. That’s all.”
I nod, holding onto his arms around me, relaxing in his embrace. “Do you want me to bring you his weapons stash? He’s got some really interesting things in it.”
Caleb chuckles and lets me off his lap again. “You know that I won’t turn that down. Okay, fine. Bring them over to me, I’ll see what we’re dealing with.”
“Yay.” I give him a quick kiss on his cheek as I flash him my best innocent grin. “I’ll go see how much I can find.”
He opens his mouth, but seems to think better of it as he waves me off. “Go. Go explore and have fun. Don’t worry about me.”
Sometimes he can be such a bore. But then, his foot probably hurts and he’s never very happy if he doesn’t get enough sleep at night. Which I probably cause way too often…
Also, I suspect that he’s saving his energy in case we do manage to get on Mr Page’s bad side and we have to fight.
I go over to the set of drawers next to the bathroom and take out the bottom one.
It’s where I found the knife that I took with me into the bathroom. It was the very first place I’d looked and I’d immediately found them. Either because it’s such an obvious place or because this isn’t his only hiding place and he’s got the better stuff stashed elsewhere.
Only one way to find out.
I bring the drawer over to the table as Caleb quickly moves the dishes out of the way. “Here, you can get started with this stuff and I’ll see what else I can find.”
Caleb knows a lot more about knives than I do, mostly because he’s much more interested in how they’re made and things like that and I only care if they’re easy to use.
His face lights up as he takes out a supple leather sheath and slides out the knife. “Ohh.” He carefully puts the sheath aside and turns to the window more, catching the light on the blade.
I grin, watching him for a few moments, enjoying his excitement. Then I turn back to the set of drawers and start opening the rest of them, curious what I’ll find.
The rest of the contents of this set of drawers aren’t very interesting. Apart from the weapon stash in the bottom drawer, the rest of them are filled with things you need right before you step out the door.
The top drawer has various bottles of aftershave and perfume, most of them are designed to hide the pheromones of the wearer and instead give them a more generic scent.
It appears that Mr Page prefers deep woodsy scents with warm and light floral accents. The floral accents are close enough to his wisteria scent that if for some reason his pheromones slip out, it wouldn’t be too noticeable, but the deep woodsy scents are very much not part of his normal scent.
I pick up one of the bottles that he’s got six extras of and smell it. Then I spray it on my wrist and smile as I slowly move it in front of my nose.
Oh, damn… That smells good. Even if this is supposed to be balanced in a way that’s similar to a Beta’s pheromones, it turns me on anyway.
“What do you have there?” Caleb’s voice rumbles from across the room.
“Mr Page’s favourite scent.” I put the bottle back into the drawer and go over to Caleb, holding out my wrist to him. “Smells familiar?”
He doesn’t move closer, but his eyes darken with lust as he takes it in, then he looks up at me, meeting my eyes with a smirk. “If he wears that, you’ll never leave his side. You won’t even need me anymore.”
I grin, giving him a quick kiss. “I’ll always need you, you know that. I’m not that easily swayed by some sexy artificial scents.”
The second drawer has cufflinks and pins and other decorative stuff, not that interesting and I wonder why they’re not near his suits and other fancy clothes. Don’t people normally store those things closer together?
The third drawer seems to be filled with random things, some handkerchiefs but also gloves and even some condoms. I have no idea what this drawer is about and quickly close it. Right…
I open the cabinet next to it and sigh, uninterested. This is where he stores his videogame consoles and stuff like that. I can explore that later, when Mr Page is back. I want to get into the things he doesn’t want us to look at first.
The rest of the drawers and cabinets in the room aren’t very interesting either. Just normal personal items and some stuff he clearly wants to keep near even though they’d probably better fit in a living room or study.
I do find another drawer with weapons, though these don’t look as fancy or interesting as the ones I gave to Caleb earlier.
If Caleb gets bored, I’ll bring these over to him, but for now, they can stay in place. Caleb is having way too much fun with the ones he already has.
Right as I think it, Caleb lets out another happy sound and as I look at him, he’s holding a knife with an intricately carved handle up to the light.
He glances my way, grinning wickedly. “I’m going to have to find out where he got these. They’re really elegant but definitely not just for decoration, these are deadly.”
“Now who’s the one who won’t be needed?” I grin back, my heart light at how happy Caleb seems. He even looks… relaxed for the first time in a long time, if that makes sense.
I’m sure I’m also way too relaxed for the situation we’re in. But it’s hard to stay on edge when everything in this room feels so comfortable and familiar, soothing.
So, I turn back to exploring, because I definitely need to find out as much about Mr Page as possible before he returns.
Mr Page has a set of bookshelves with all sorts of fiction books. Though most of them seem to be from his past as they’re children’s books and some of them have ‘Mathew Page’ written on the inside.
This is a curious location to store his personal books. Why wouldn’t he have those in the living room or something like that? Why store these in his bedroom? Is he ashamed of them?
Then, instead of snooping around in his bedside tables, I open the two doors that flank the massive bed.
They both appear to be walk-in dressing rooms, each of them half the width of the bedroom and about a quarter of the length. One of them has a lot of suits and other fancy clothes in it and the other one is empty.
It’s not empty in a ‘nobody ever comes here’ way, heavy with dust and stale air, but in a ‘simply doesn’t have any items in it right now’ way, clean, but empty. Strange…
I go through the suits that are neatly hanging on one wall. All of them are dark red, though in different shades and made from different fabrics. Some are clearly for super fancy events while others appear to be more for ‘summer parties with rich people’ type of events.
When I open some drawers, I find dress shirts in various fabrics, and most of them are either white or a charcoal that’s almost black. They’re stunning and I carefully pick one up, letting the soft and supple fabric slide over my hands. They look tailored, not store-bought.
Damn, this guy is living large. I have no idea how much these clothes cost, but I’m sure that I wouldn’t even be able to afford a fraction of them.
In some of the other drawers I find even more cufflinks, though these are neatly stored in boxes and seem to be paired with watches and other designer details.
If these are stores here, what are the cufflinks in the other drawer for?
I close the drawers. Enough of that. I’m sure I’ll be able to explore in here more later. Maybe Mr Page can even explain the whole cufflinks situation then.
Finally, I get to the things I’ve been wanting to explore the most. His bedside tables. I haven’t found anything too exciting yet, mostly just things I expected to find. But bedside tables tend to be way more interesting.
The reason I nearly cut off all of the ‘downstairs’ of one of Mr Page’s men was because I kept my favourite knife in the bedside table drawer on my side of the bed.
Bedside tables can reveal a lot about a person, so I’m curious what Mr Page is hiding in his…