After finally shaking off my shock at Donovan's words, I opened the door to the room that would be my home for the next few weeks. Walking in and shutting the door, I sat the luggage down by the two doors in the small hallway. The walls were a beautiful charcoal color and the floor was a dark hardwood. Continuing through the small hall, my eyes landed on the king size bed in the center of the room. Of course I had to try it out, so with a giggle, I ran and jumped smack dab in the middle of the bed. Yep, it was just as comfy as it looked. I took a second to explore.

In front of the bed was a little entertainment center that was white and a nice sized tv. There was a desk on the other wall and a nightstand beside the bed. Going back to the small hallway, I opened one of the doors. It led to a nice sized closet. I guess I better quit dawdling, I thought, and put my clothes up on the hangers and in the drawers that were in the bottom of the closet.

After finishing that up, I went to the other door - surprise - it was a bathroom that had bright lights and had a huge mirror. I put up my toiletries, washed my face, and freshened up. Leaving the bathroom, I went ahead and picked out a short navy pencil skirt with a slit, so that way I could run if I needed to, a white tank top and a short sleeve, lightweight jacket. I always tried to look professional whenever we were meeting victims. It made them feel better seeing someone who looked official.

I grabbed my thigh holster and the holster that would go under my jacket. After getting changed, I laid my weapons suitcase on the bed. Yes, I had a suitcase made specifically for holding my weapons. I know bringing them all was probably overkill but I would rather have too many than not enough. Pulling out my two custom made, ten inch, iron, poison dipped blades, I slid them into my thigh holsters. I put my special made glocks into the shoulder holster that I had on. One shot silver bullets and the other shot wooden ones. They were some of my favorite weapons.

Now that I was ready, I decided to check the mirror before I headed out. I had left my black hair down and you could see the blue hue where the light shined off of it. It made my hazel eyes pop and you could see the yellow ring around the pupil. After I applied some carmex to my lips, I headed towards the door. I had my key, ID, and money stashed in a small wallet that I carried in one of the small pockets in my skirt.

Out in the hallway, I looked from the door in front of me to the door on my left. They really didn't tell me where I needed to go when I was done. I decided to knock on the door in front of me. It was like playing hot man roulette, to see which sexy man would open the door. The best thing about it was that there was no way to lose, how could you when they were all so yummy.

I was brought out of my inner musings from Barrett's voice yelling from somewhere inside the room, “Come on in. I’ll be out in just a second.” Would you look at that, I won the Barrett roulette. I wonder if he would be wearing a red bow and only a bow, if I won him. I really had to stop before I started drooling, and I had already done enough of that for one day. Opening the door and walking in, I saw that their room was set up pretty much the same as mine. The only difference was that there were two queen size beds. I decided to sit at the desk while I waited, wondering where the other guys were.

I heard the door open from the bathroom so I turned around so I could talk to Barrett before the others got here to get an idea of what we would be doing. Only when my eyes landed on him my mouth went completely dry and I had no idea what I had been wanting to say. Standing there in only a towel, my eyes roamed over him. He was very well defined all the way down to that sexy V that guys who worked out had. He had light brown hair sprinkled over his chest, and a small happy trail that led down into his towel, that at this moment I was sad to see he had covering the rest of him. On top of that sexiness, all of his ink was on display. He had words that flowed over his arms, chest, and if I had to guess, on his back as well. It wasn't a language I recognized. Looking into his bright green eyes, I struggled to find something to say. Of course my damn filter broke and I said the first thing I thought.

“Oh my, you make Derrick look like a shrimp. How much do you work out to keep that in shape? Is it hot in here or is it just you?” Oh my gosh, I felt my cheeks turn bright red as my brain caught up to what I had just said, and yes I may have been fanning myself, but hot damn how can you look at such a sexy man and not be flustered. I looked away trying to rein in my arousal. I hoped he wasn't some kind of shifter because if he was he could smell it on me.

“Do you really want me to answer any of that? And I think it's just you because I think it feels fine in here.” As he smirked at me, he moved over to what I assumed was his suitcase and grabbed some clothes. “I can get changed in here or the bathroom. Your choice.” Looking at me like he was challenging me to see how far I would let it go.

Right as I was about to tell him to take off the towel and show me the goods, Draven came in the door and the moment was broken. I just knew I was beet red because I felt like my cheeks were on fire. Barrett slipped past him and into the bathroom with his clothes. I was both relieved and disappointed, but if I were being honest, I would say I was more disappointed than anything.

“Everything okay Gwen? You're looking a little flushed.” I could tell Draven was amused when he said it and I had to fight myself not to throw something at him.

“I just came over to let you know I am ready. Um... I’m just gonna go let the other guys know.” I hopped up and fled the room like my ass was on fire. That was a temptation I knew I would not be able to resist.

Slamming the door and laying my head up against the wall, I took a second to get control of my body. Breathing deeply, I made my way to the door of the other guys’ room and knocked. Donovan opened the door looking fly as hell in his black suit. He had his hair up in a man bun on top of his head. His lips pulled up into a smirk when he saw me. “You ready to head out doll face?” Did he really just call me that?

“Call me that again and I may castrate you, but yes I am ready to go.” I replied back to him snarling the first part out. I can't stand pet names - they drive me crazy.

Just then the door to Barrett’s room opened. Looking over, I could feel my face heat as all I thought about was him in that towel. Barrett and Draven headed our way as Donovan and Ethane headed out of their room. I was surrounded once again by sexy suited men, and I wasn't sure how much more my raging hormones could take. I was gonna have to get B.O.B. out when I got back to the room or I was gonna end up jumping them. I got lost in thought about all the ways that I could handle four guys at once.

Fanning myself in the elevator on the way to the car, I caught Barrett’s stare. I could see all the promise of a night I wouldn't forget in them. Why did I want to not go there again? Oh right, heartache and all that hoopla when I went home. Damn logic! I had to force myself to look away and it was way harder than it should have been.

“So what is the game plan when we get to the house?” I said breaking the silence as we exited the elevator. I liked to be prepared when I went into someone’s house and I still wasn't sure how the guys did things.

“We usually talk to the parents first, if they agree. Draven will use his persuasion on them so we can see if they saw or heard something that maybe they don't think is important but might end up being so. Then, Barrett scents out the house to see if he can smell anything. Ethane checks for leftover spell residue, and saving the best for last, I check everything outside to see if any of the wildlife saw anything.” Donovan’s explanation left me with so many questions as to what they were and a little embarrassed that Barrett had smelled how turned on I was earlier. I unconsciously looked at Barrett to see him smirking at me like he knew what I was thinking about and blushed. Fuck. I hated blushing. I shook off my anxiety about the guys and focused back on the last thing Donovan had said.

“Alright, while y’all are doing that, I will do my thing. I have some charms and stuff that I would like to try.” I replied back, thinking of the charms that I had stuck in my pockets before leaving the hotel room. They were silent after that, like they were getting in the investigative mindset. I was trying to prepare myself for what was about to happen. Grieving parents always tugged on my heartstrings and it was always worse when they didn’t know what had happened to their baby.