Page 18 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Hell, if it weren’t for a horny beta hooking up with an omega over two hundred years ago, there would be no low packs.
“Shut up, Kyle. You couldn’t get laid if your life depended on it,” Hayden says.
The other two officers break into laughter.
“He owned you.”
“Fuck you,” Kyle says to his friend. “You still live with your mom.”
The door cuts off the rest of their conversation.
Hayden sighs. “Sorry about that. Those guys are douchebags.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Right,” he says, face scrunching in frustration.
I press my lips together and stare ahead.
Hayden’s patrol car beeps when he unlocks it. He opens the back door and turns toward me. I avoid looking at him. He’s attractive. That in itself is dangerous. I fall for all the wrong people. I befriend people who don’t truly love me because it’s easier to keep my guard up. Lindsey is the only person I let slip past my defenses. Growing up with her made me think she was different. I’m not very surprised to find she’s just like everyone else.
All they ever care about is themselves.
“Watch your head,” Hayden says, reaching for me.
“I got it,” I say, but he still gently places his hand on my head to keep me from bumping it against the side of the door. The cuffs hurt my shoulders when I lean back. I scooch forward.
“I have to buckle you.”
“I’m fine.” I look at the floorboard. His patrol car is spotless. I expected it to smell like piss, but it doesn’t.
“Please sit back,” he says, traces of frustration seeping into his tone.
“Are you going to speed, officer?” I meet his gaze.
“No.” He gives me a look.
“Then I’ll be fine. It hurts to sit back.”
“I’ll uncuff you. I’m not driving you anywhere without your seatbelt on.”
I bite my cheek to keep from snarking back. I do want the cuffs off, and if I piss him off, he might leave me in them. He leans into the car and reaches behind me, his ribs brushing over my shoulder while he works the key into the handcuffs. His brown hair is short, but it looks soft and his body wash smells like fresh rain.
“There. Buckle up.” He steps back and folds the cuffs before sticking them in a small pocket on his belt.
I do as he asks, and he nods, waiting for me to click the buckle. Once my seatbelt is secure, he shuts the door and climbs into the driver’s side seat. I stare out of the window while he drives us toward the fancy Omega Council building. Camila’s office is inside the convention center, conveniently located since that’s where the Compatibility Ceremony is held. The station is downtown too, so the drive will be short if not a little awkward.
“Do you want music?”
I flick my gaze to the rearview mirror where Hayden is watching me. “Do you ask everyone that?”
I’m being prickly, but I don’t trust his intentions.
“No.” He looks away and we fall back into the strained silence. After a few seconds, he turns on the radio which is playing a morning talk show.
“And in other news, low packs continue to protest outside of the Royal Council headquarters. We spoke with—” Hayden turns the station before I can hear the rest, stopping the dial on a rock station.
“Not a fan of the protests?” I ask.
