“The smart people will take advantage of Stronghold being emptier to get the reserved rooms they want,” Angel said. “Lexie said it’s getting harder and harder to manage the reservations... especially when people go over their time.”

Olivia snorted. “Don’t remind me. I had to kick Mitch and Caroline out of a room on Friday night because he was taking his sweet old time. Not the best way to end the scene, but my Baby Doms are going to have to learn to play by the rules.”

Pressing her lips together, Ellie tried not to laugh. Only Olivia could manage to sound like a mom when talking about a group of very dominant, alpha men. Calling the newly trained Doms ‘Baby Doms’ made them sound like something they definitely weren’t. Ellie had helped out as a subject for the classes, so she’d gotten to know them a little, and none of them were what she would call ‘babies’ in any way, shape, or form. Even if Mitch liked to try and bend the rules sometimes, he was all alpha male when he wanted to be.

“Speaking of Michael and room reservations, I heard he’s got another room reserved for this weekend,” Angel said wickedly, turning her head to Ellie. “Know anything about that?”

“Maybe,” said Ellie, keeping her voice even and smiling at their server, who had arrived at the table with their food.

Pretending to gasp, Angel put her hand over her heart and leaned back as her chicken risotto was placed in front of her. “Oh my goodness... Ellie, are you teasing me?”

“Maybe.” This time it was more of a struggle to keep her face straight.

Maria snorted laughter as Angel shook her head. “Michael’s already been a terrible influence on you. Just horrible.”

“Take that sass into the club and the Doms aren’t going to know what hit them,” Olivia said, sounding amused as she picked up her fork to dig into her salad. Ellie just shrugged, but a little smile played on her lips.

“If you tell me whether or not Michael’s scening with you, I’ll tell you what room he’s reserved.”

The offer had Ellie straightening up with interest and speaking without thinking. “You know what room?”

“Ah HA!” Angel pumped her fist. “I knew it! You’re scening with Michael for a second week in a row!”

“So?” Ellie said, shrugging her shoulder like it wasn’t a big deal as she picked up her chicken club sandwich.