Page 13 of Her Shifter Pack

“Give me a second,” Ollie said, then ducked away.

I kicked my shoes off my aching feet and peeled my socks off. My sigh of relief filled the room as I sank my toes into the plush carpet. I shouldn’t be here, and yet, it was such a sweet gift. Just one night of luxury. A warm, safe, clean bed in a real house.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever had that before now.

“Here you go,” Ollie said from the doorway, tossing a flannel shirt and a white towel onto the bed. “I don’t wear that one a lot. I get too hot in it. So, you can keep it if you like.”

I reached for the thick, warm material and brought it up to my face. “Thank you.”

I tried not to be obvious about the fact that I was sniffing the shirt, but damn, it was so tempting. His scent, and that of Markus, was so enticing. I’d never noticed men smelling so damn good before.

“Good night, Lexi,” Ollie said, his voice deep and husky as he waved at me and then disappeared from view.

I took a big sniff and groaned at how delicious the shirt smelled. Ollie had a very masculine scent, like hazelnuts and sweet sweat.

While Markus... I shivered even thinking about the big brother who’d hit the deck only minutes ago. What on earth had that been about? And could I handle the truth if I had the guts to ask the question?

My hand reached for the soft, fluffy towel. I would love a shower, but how safe would I be in their bathroom, naked and vulnerable?

I snorted out a laugh. Those two men were strong enough to pin me down and do anything they wanted with me, fully clothed or not. And as Markus had said, he didn’t do unwilling women, which was a strangely comforting thought.

I grabbed the towel and the shirt and headed for the bathroom. I’d use the toilet and wash my face and consider taking a shower.

“Oh, wow.” The bathroom was beautiful. Clean and all white, with straight lines and silver taps and fittings. There was a large walk-in shower and a double sink.

There was no way I could resist! I pushed the door shut and saw a nice large lock. “Yes.” Decision made.

I slid the bolt into the slot and began to undress. I’d worked so many hours I was covered in dried sweat, grease and ketchup.

I shoved my skirt and ugly blouse combo to the floor and turned on the water. The shower was huge, made for at least two people. Maybe three.

My thoughts wandered to the brothers who would easily fit in here with a woman as well. No. Don’t go there.

I tried not to think about how many women the guys had fucked in this shower. The men weren’t mine. I had no right to be jealous, and yet my stomach tightened and lurched in a sickening swoop.

“Just don’t think about it,” I told myself as I stripped off my underwear, then scurried beneath the water. “Oh, wow.”

The shower head was big and high pressure, something I had rarely experienced before.

I turned around and let the water beat down on my back. The door was locked, and I’d had one hell of a night. Surely, nothing else bad would happen to me?

As the thought resonated, I realized I should get into bed and have the police on speed dial, just in case. I was taking a huge risk here, and yet my instincts were telling me these guys were safe. That I could relax.

Not a feeling I’d had many times in my life, so I wasn’t sure I could trust my gut instinct, even when it screamed at me that I was safe.

I scrubbed the stink of the day from my skin and switched off the water. When I reached for the towel, there was a soft knock on the door. “Lexi, it’s just me, Ollie. I wanted to let you know there’s fresh soap and shampoo under the sink. Help yourself.”

I wrapped the towel around me as fast as I could, but he didn’t attempt to open the door. “Thanks, Ollie, but I’m done.”

“Okay, well. Good night!”

The sound of his footsteps disappearing down the hallway met my ears.

I would have cried if I was a crying type of girl. Had I seriously found a trustworthy man who wasn’t going to try to force his way in here? Two trustworthy men?

I dried the rest of my body, hating the size of my thighs and the jiggling of my belly. I’d tried so many times to lose weight, but between stress eating and my hatred of exercise, I wasn’t going to be a size eight anytime soon.

I folded up the towel and placed it on the edge of the double sink, then slid my arms into the large flannel shirt and buttoned up.