The Omega is a Novelist

Chapter Nine

"And this is one of the suites we would offer to clients on their honeymoon or for their wedding night."

The door swung open onto luxury.  The room was spacious and welcoming.  There was a blending between old and new; old ideas of what constituted as romantic but with a completely modern feel.  The walls were a simple, soft hessian colour and much in contrast to bolder maroons and pinks of the cushions and curtains.  Twin paintings of pink and red roses adorned the walls as did a large plasma screen television.  There was a two seater cream sofa and small table with two chairs made of mahogany.  But dominating the room was most definitely the mahogany four poster bed, dressed in Egyptian cotton and satin cushions.  Either side of that were two doors, one leading to a walk in wardrobe space and the other to a luxurious ensuite with twin sinks, a large shower cubicle, a toilet with bidet and a claw foot bathtub that would fit two people with ease.

Yori couldn't help that his eyes were drawn to the features meant specifically for couples to enjoy.  It probably didn't help that he was so aware of the man standing beside him.  He glanced through his lashes briefly, his mind imagining placing this man upon the bed, within the bath, under that shower.  The vividness of his visions caused a rising heat coat his neck and face.  Mentally placing these thoughts to the back of his mind, he cleared his throat with a cough.  If he delved any further into his fantasies, he would experience an obvious physical reaction!

"Do you always guide your clients personally?" he asked, trying to refocus on his purpose here.

Ryota smile was wide across his handsome face.  Yori could not help but admire how within this current tailored suit, he looked more the executive client himself rather than the hotel's senior manager.  "That would probably depend on the client," he replied.  "Of course certain V.I.P's prefer that those in charge see to their needs, although usually my heads of staff are sufficient."

"And am I to be considered a V.I.P?" His lips curved and a flirtatious glint sparkled in his eyes for a moment.  Ryota had to temper the stirring in his body ruthlessly with cold thoughts, but it did not stop him from flirting back.

"Most definitely," his deep voice sent a delicious shiver down Yori's spine, causing him to swallow. 

"What else is offered in the honeymoon package?" he asked, his voice slightly husky as he tore his eyes away from ogling.

Ryota regained his professional air and began to speak of the details; the inclusive meals including breakfast that could be served in suite, the spa and included his and her treatments (these could be amended to cater towards the preferences of the couple), access to the gym, bars and other amenities.  "We provide soaps with scents exclusive to this hotel, towels, bathrobes and there is a dry cleaning and press service should it be required.  We also provide quality champagne on arrival as well as little extras, should they be requested such as rose petals upon the bed and within a freshly filled bathtub."

"Sounds wonderful," Yori murmured. 

"I'm not sure you sound convinced," Ryota said, wryly, his arms folding about his chest.

Startled from his own wandering thoughts, Yori replied; "Oh, no you have! I am sure my brother and future sister will most definitely enjoy it."

"But..." Ryota pressed.

"Ah, well, I tried to imagine it for myself," Yori admitted, colour rising in his cheeks.  "And I couldn't.  But then, it's unlikely I will ever have a honeymoon of my own."

"Why do you say that?" Ryota demanded, a frown wrinkling his forehead.

"Because I am an omega..." Yori looked at him wide eyed as if this was obvious.

"And what does that have to do with anything?" Ryota asked, the force of his words were not loud, but had impact enough to make the slender man before him take a half step backward.  "Do not belittle yourself in front of me, Yori.  You are a stunningly attractive man.  Any person be they male or female, alpha, beta or omega would be lucky to call you husband.  In fact I will prove it to you."

"What?" Yori exclaimed, reeling from his words.  "How?"

"Go on a date with me," Ryota said in a persuasive tone, his almond eyes twinkling.

Yori laughed nervously.  "How does that prove anything?"

"It proves that I have such luck."

The two men finished their tour with Ryota recommending several of the treatments such as facials, body scrubs and deep tissue massages available in the spa, for which they hired knowledgeable and conscientious professionals.  However, Yori couldn't help but notice that the man spoke of these services with a slight frown.  Did he disapprove of what his own hotel had to offer?  He was not aware that certain possessive thoughts were actually circling the manager's mind at that moment, such as not wanting others the pleasure of seeing or touching Yori's bare flesh especially before he had received that for himself!

Finally, Ryota guided him to his office and they discussed details and finalised on a price.  It inwardly surprised Ryota that Yori did not even flinch when it came to the final cost and even agreed with a satisfied smile upon his face.  He longed to uncover the secrets his Just Yori held.  He did sneak a look at the surname upon Yori's credit card, but just as Yori claimed, it did not say Himura.  Yori R Kanuga.  Ryota felt as if the name should reveal something to him but it did not.  Kanuga was not an uncommon name in these parts after all.

Ryota saw him to the foyer and offered his hand, noting the slight hesitation as Yori took it.  The hand was smooth, smaller than his with long slender fingers that were cool to the touch.  It fit in his comfortably, so he held it longer than was custom.  Yori glanced at their joined hands, his smile slipping.  "Your answer," Ryota mentioned, keeping his grip firm.

Yori blushed and gave a curt nod.  For the first time in a long time, he surrendered the number of his personal mobile phone to this man.  "Um, thank you for helping me," Yori told him, "with the suite for my brother," he added as if Ryota was unaware for what he meant.

Ryota returned a catlike smile.  "You are welcome, Yori.  I'll arrange everything and contact you soon."  He was not referring to the honeymoon package.

*****

Yori was torn between excitement and fear. Excitement, as Ryota seemed to actually be interested in him as a person, fear, because he simply could not fathom why. It wasn't as if the man couldn't catch himself a better match.  Yori had eyes; he had seen the women at Uncle Himura's party catch sight of him and the calculating looks that had followed as he moved confidently about them.  Even the hotel's guests who had lingered in the foyer what whatever reason were drawn to view him. At the same time, Yori did not believe that Ryota was playing with him. Though his overture was made teasingly, there was a seriousness behind his deep blue eyes.

Still there was a temptation to cancel on the man, run away with his fears and concerns chasing him. But if he was honest with himself, when he saw other couples interact with each other, Aisha and Keko, Hideaki and Eiko, how could he not want something similar for himself. Ryota was right, he probably should not use the excuse that he was an Omega, especially considering how his brother, an Alpha was due to marry Eiko, also an omega. But it was so hard when it had been drummed into him that Omega's were unnatural, unwanted creatures, not worth another's time and space. He knew for those reasons that Omega's often sought each other out for companionship, but it wasn't as if there were a huge number of them in the population, they were rarer than Alpha females alone!

Keko... he laughed to himself with a nervous edge.  How was he going to explain to her that it was Ryota, her claimed brother, who insisted on this date? 

As he debated with himself the wisdom of letting Ryota take him on a date, his phone began to chime. It was his personal phone. At first he couldn't help but think that Ryota was simply way too fast! But as it happened, it was not him. Sierra, his much missed editor on maternity leave, had given birth to a healthy bouncing baby boy.