Good. There were no cameras in this particular area, so the lie wouldn't immediately be uncovered.
The receptionist gave us a cheerful smile. "And what can I do for you both on this rather chilly autumn morning?"
"I'm afraid we're here on official business." Azriel stopped in front of the desk and gave her a warm smile.
Her smile grew. So much for him not flirting. "And what business would that be?"
"We need to know if there's a Genevieve Sands renting a storage unit here."
"Just a moment, and I'll check." She glanced down at her computer, quickly typing, then said, "Yes, she is. It's one of the larger ground-floor units."
"Would we be able to look at it?"
She frowned. "I'm afraid I can't let you in without a search warrant—"
"That's okay," I said, noting with amusement—and perhaps a touch of annoyance—that she barely even glanced at me. "We just want to inspect its location for the moment."
"I can't see the harm in that." She half shrugged. "It's unit G-18. I'll buzz you through the security door; then follow the corridor down and around to your right."
"Thanks, Maggie." Azriel gave her the sort of smile that would have melted the iciest heart. This poor woman had no hope whatsoever, and practically puddled on the seat. "It's appreciated."
"You're very welcome," she all but stammered.
Amusement glittered in Azriel's bright eyes as he turned away. I followed, knowing I probably could have danced around naked and she wouldn't have even noticed. I shook my head in amusement. You, reaper, are incorrigible.
He glanced at me, one eyebrow raised, and the laughter I'd caught earlier was now richer in the depths of his eyes. And why would you say that?
Because every time you have to cloud the mind of a pretty woman, you flirt.