Page 11 of Free for Adventure

“I will be here at five to collect you.”

“Great. What is your name?” She sipped at her juice.

“Dorian.”

“I am going to have to interview you as well tomorrow.”

“I am aware. The top of the falls would be best, but I think the sound will be overwhelming.”

“I can put a body mic on you.”

“We will hash it out tomorrow. Have a nice evening.” He inclined his head. “Do you have plans?”

“I am going to the night market and then getting some sleep.”

His eyes widened. “Really? You look so delicate.”

“Not for sex. Just to see it and understand how it works.”

He grinned. “Oh, okay. I thought you had no idea what went on there.”

“Um. No. I know. I was briefed at length.” She sighed. “I think puppetry may have been involved.”

Ohno snorted.

“Well, I will be doing most of the heavy lifting, so I will see you tomorrow.” He stuck his hand out, and she took it on reflex. Dorian paused. “Your hands are very soft.”

“I moisturize.”

His eyes crinkled with his smile. “I am suddenly looking forward to our jaunt.”

“Me, too. I just have to tick more things off my list to get the footage Ford has demanded. He’s a pushy bugger.”

She smiled and pulled her phone out, setting her alarm to four thirty. She reset it in place and double-checked it. “Apparently, they make a four thirty in the morning now.”

Dorian nodded with a smile. “I will be here to wake you up on time.”

Ohno cleared his throat. “I will give you a wakeup call.”

“Uh, that is too much. You are already showing me around the night market. I am sure that I can manage an early morning. I am fairly sure you need more sleep than that.”

Ohno looked at her as if astonished, but then, understanding flared through him. “How much do you think alphas sleep?”

“Eight hours?”

“Try three to five. Less or more if there is a mate involved.”

She blinked. “Why would it be le—never mind.”

They both smirked. Alphas wore their fascination with sex on their skin. They were smart, driven, physically fit, and taller than the majority of betas. These two were examples of different genes yielding a similar result. They both wore the results of a lot of physical activity in their bodies. Amby knew she looked like she pushed paper for a living because she did. Ostensibly, that was why Ford had asked her to go to the islands for this promotional project. Ven was a member of the book club and had suggested to Ford that if he could, they would start shipping the various betas out as tourists to see if they could find the alphas where they lived.

Amby didn’t see the point as the energy seemed to be located around the city that the book club called home, but the designs on her were not something she would run into back home.

Dorian and Ohno chatted, and Dorian left. It was time to get the interview off her list.

Chapter Three

Amby sat across from him and smiled. She turned the camera on and smiled. “Hello, I am sitting here with Ohno, the owner of the Ocean Facing Manor. As you can tell by the view behind him, it is no joke.”