Page 41 of Too Many Alphas

She grimaced and slowly climbed out of the little nest of cushions on the floor. They had filled all spots that she might curl up in with cushions.

She set her computer on the desk and left it plugged in. A long stretch and she looked at Byron. “I thought you went to work today.”

“I did. I am home now. It’s time for dinner.”

“Uh, oh.” She winced.

“Yeah. When Denith had me check the fridge, and your meal was in there, he was pissed.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah. I snoozed my alarm. I was in a good part of the story.”

He sighed and wrapped his arms around her. “Nisha wasn’t kidding.”

She snorted. “She was not. My office needs a tiny fridge and little microwave. I’ll get out this evening and get them.”

“No. We are going to the restaurant for dinner with Denith.”

“He’s working.”

“So? We are going to him.”

She looked down. “Dang.”

“Come on. One of my clients heard about you and has sent over some comfy clothes.” Byron smiled. “And formal clothes.”

“So, what are we aiming at for dinner?”

“Comfortable but dressy. First, you are having a snack, and then we are heading to the restaurant. Well, first, you have to change.” Byron chuckled. “Come with me. The clothes are on display in your dressing room.”

She huffed and got up, hugging him before he lifted her off her feet and walked with her down the hall and into the room they insisted wasn’t a nest. She looked at the soft and comfy furnishings. It was a nest, no matter what they were calling it. Clothing racks lined up around the edge of the room. Dresses from simple to spectacular were hanging there, and she was supposed to pick.

“You pick. I am spoiled for choice.”

Byron set her on her feet and picked a dress that had a lot of fabric in the skirt but a draping bodice with soft lines and slit sleeves. It was a pretty dark blue with swirls of rhinestones moving across it.

She sighed and stripped down, slipping the dress on and stepping into some heels. When she finished balancing, she twisted her mate braid around the rest of her hair in a high ponytail.

She smiled at Byron. “I would try to put on makeup, but I don’t match it anymore.”

He blinked and shrugged. “I guess you wouldn’t. Teyval knows a makeup artist. If she can work on him, she can definitely work on you. That said, you are stunning as you are.”

“Flatterer.”

“No, this is the truth. Your presence glows, your mind is keen, and your body is amazing. You are more than we dared dream of.”

She smirked. “Thanks for that.”

They walked downstairs, and Toros came in looking rumpled and sweaty. It was a good look for him.

He stared at her and exhaled. “Damn. You look...”

She grinned. “Clean? Tall? Take your pick.”

He stepped toward her, but Byron growled. Toros paused. “I am going to go take a shower.”

“Sensible. Her wardrobe is limited right now. We can’t afford to mess any of them up before we even have a proper date.”

Myrtle snorted and headed to the fridge. Her lunch was sitting right there and staring her in the face. Denith had gone all out. It was very pretty.