Given the way this alpha was looking at me, he would have happily shoved me off a cliff. Reasoning with him wasn’t an option, but luckily, I was excellent at distraction.
Scrambling, I reached into my purse and fished out a couple of ten dollar bills. Approaching the angry alpha gingerly, like he would bite my head off—which honestly felt like a distinct possibility—I kept my hands in the air. “Look, this was clearly a horrible mistake on my part. Blame Arlo, it’s all his fault.”
“I think I’ll blame the demonic omega in front of me who committed glittery assault!”
I shoved the bills into his hand, caught off guard by the electricity that leapt between us and the rush of his musk rose scent from the contact. Even pissed off, he could at least still appreciate how cute I was, and that scent rush proved it.
“I’ve got to run.” I beamed, trying to act casual as I turned to leave.
His strong hand gripped my wrist, hauling me back to him. “No,” he growled.
My whole body thrummed. Fuck, I wanted to hear that growl as I came on his knot.Whywas I so freaking horny lately? There had to be something in the LA water.
My choices were to distract and bolt or make some truly terrible decisions with this alpha, and as tempting as that mightbe with how fucking good he smelled, I had to consider safety at least alittle.
Standing on my tiptoes, I threw caution to the wind, planting my lips on his cheek, winding one of my arms around his back, landing right on his ass and giving it a squeeze.
Fuck, he smelled even better this close.
And his ass was perfectly grabbable.
Breaking away, I resisted the urge to whine at the loss of him plastered against me. Pasting on my bright smile, I nodded decisively. I’d come back for my car later tonight once I was sure he’d left—it was too ostentatious to slip away unnoticed—but right now, I needed to bolt.
“Gotta go!” I declared, reaching down and grabbing the purse I had dropped before spinning and running out of that parking lot like my ass was on fire, ignoring the dazed alpha shouting after me.
Chapter 7
Parker
What the fuck had just happened?
The stunning blonde had tossed a glitter bomb into my car and hightailed it out of there before I could figure outwhy.
Apparently some fucker named Arlo was to blame? Hunter worked with an Arlo, but I had no idea why she’d know him. I couldn’t imagine the name was all that common, and he had gotten stopped by security for trying to do this exact thing to our house in the past…
Why wasmycar destined to suffer because some dick pissed off the blonde princess?
I glanced in the general direction she’d fled. There was no denying she was an omega with a scent so potent I couldn’t help the physical reaction it enticed in my body.
Peonies and sugar.
But it didn’t matter how sweet she was, when she’d vandalized my baby.
My car was wrecked.
Sparkly shit coated every surface. Bright, stupid pink fucking glitter.
Lesson learned to never again unlock my car before my hand was on the door. I hadn’t thought a few seconds would make a difference, but obviously I was wrong.
It was going to takeforeverto clean, assuming that was even possible. My pack used a damn good detailing service for our cars, but even they would be facing a challenge. The buttons were probably clogged with it, and I didn’t want to think about the state of my air filter.
Maybe the car is a loss. I can buy another.
For a moment I stood there, phone in hand. Part of me was tempted to call the police—after all, the woman had attacked my car. Surely it counted as property damage? Vehicular assault?
Then again, shehadseemed genuinely shocked when she saw me. Either she was a damn good actress—which wouldn’t be a surprise in LA—or she hadn’t expected me.
I needed to get home one way or another. The question washow? I was sorely tempted to leave the car, but I knew the restaurant wouldn’t be happy with that. They had limited parking, and I would get towed if I left it, not to mention a fine and maybe a hefty impound fee. Normally I would accept that, but the restaurant owner was a friend, and he didn’t need the hassle.
