Page 187 of Deadly Sweet

But I did. And I didn’t like it.

They clearly saw I was there with my Omega, but that didn’t stop them from checking me out. It made me feel gross. I don’t want other women's attention. The only woman I want looking at me is right here next to me.

I’m not stupid, I know I’m attractive. Savvy says I’m a book girly’s wet dream, whatever that means. Over six feet tall, physically fit, covered in tattoos with dark hair and tanned skin. Oh, and the whole firefighter thing.

Now that I think about it, I think that's the same group of girls who hang out outside the firehouse.

God.

Shaking my head, I look away.

I’m back to watching Savvy when I feel something touch my hand. My head snaps down to my hand to see that someone has slipped a piece of paper into it. Frowning, I look over my shoulder, seeing the girl who was eyeing me up wink at me.

Looking back down, I open the paper to see a fucking number.

What the hell?

I drop the thing like it burned me and shake my hand. Curling my lip, I let Savvy’s hand go and grab the bottle of water I have tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. Opening the cap, I pour some water on my hands to clean them.

What is wrong with people? When will they realize they have no chance in hell? Not when I literally have the best Omega alive.

Still, I can’t get the gross feeling off my hands. “Savvy, baby.” I hate to interrupt.

“Yes?” She blinks up at me.

“Can I have some of your hand sanitizer?”

“Oh.” She blinks a few times. “Sure, it’s in my purse.”

“Thanks.” I reach in and grab the little bottle, squirting a bunch on my hand and scrubbing them good.

“You okay?” she asks me with curiosity.

“I’m perfect.” I grin. “Just touched something gross."

“Oh.” She smiles again and goes back to talking.

Looking over my shoulder, I glare at the girls behind me, who are still watching and mouth, “Not a fucking chance.”

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