Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(35)

“Why not?” David asked. “He’s an omega, not an alpha. Now, aren’t you going to even peek at the dress?”

My smile was tight-lipped. “Show me!”





“Wow.”

Leo didn’t actually say the word, but I watched his lips form it as his eyebrows rose up his forehead and he looked me over head to toe, twice.

I blushed for the fiftieth time since I’d put on the electric purple faux-wrap dress David had brought for me. It fit like a glove, the wrap creating a deep-v collar with the skirt parted over one thigh.

“Told you. Total wet dream,” Rake murmured behind me. He jogged down the front steps of the hotel our last show had been at, leaving a brief kiss against Leo’s cheek before murmuring something in his beta’s ear.

Leo’s smile spread, his eyes still on me, and then Rake left him to slide into the waiting limo. I caught a brief glimpse of long legs inside of the limo, and then Rake shut the door. We’d meet him at the party with the others, but Leo had arranged for us to ride separately. I wondered if it was a pain, if I was making Leo and the others jump through hoops to accommodate me, and then I forced down the doubts in my head for a minute and stepped down the stairs.

“It’s the dress,” I said to Leo as he continued to stare.

“Bullshit,” he answered, grinning. “You’re doing that dress favors. Let me take your bags.”

“You’re looking especially fashionable tonight,” I said, passing Leo my work bags gratefully and then looping my arm through his.

“I promised Cyrus and Rake I wouldn’t embarrass them tonight. They say my sense of style is ‘chronically dull,’” Leo said, grinning as if the idea of annoying his packmates entertained him.

He was wearing a brown leather tailored coat with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, deep blue shirt, and skinny black tie peeking out against his throat. His pants had a soft sheen to them and a faint stripe, making his legs look long above his boots.

“You’ll have to tell me if you get bored,” Leo said. “I sell these people beach houses, but I never know what to say to them at parties.”

“Baby and I used to get David to sneak us into events like this so we could mooch off the open bar,” I admitted.

Leo grinned and opened the door to the short town car waiting for us. “I had a catering staff refuse to serve me another pastry puff once. Party finger food is my weakness.”

I slid into the back seat giggling, and when I looked back I caught Leo watching the gap of my skirt rising up my thigh.

“We could skip the party too,” I said, grinning at him.

Leo’s cheeks darkened as he ducked and followed me into the backseat, setting my bags down on the floor. “I’m not saying I won’t try and convince you to sneak out early with me. But no, let’s do this. You deserve to celebrate your success this week too. Rake said you’ve got a good buzz going with the community.”

My eyebrows bounced. “I do?”

Leo mimicked my expression. “You did your first ever hired makeup artist work for Rakim Oren during fashion week. Yeah, Lola, you impressed people. Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you blush. Come here, I’ve missed you this week.”

I fell into Leo’s waiting arms, shivering against the cool leather of his jacket while taking greedy kisses from his mouth.

“Mphm.” He leaned back briefly and stared at my mouth with a quirked smile. “You taste like lipstick.”

“You’re wearing some now,” I said, pecking my lips against the purple smears of lipstick I’d left on Leo’s mouth.

“Cold?” he asked, passing warm hands over the goosebumps on my arms.

“A little. I didn’t think David was gonna pick something this…exposing for me, and all I had with me was a hoodie.”

Leo reached around me and pulled a massive blue scarf up from the seat, wrapping it around my shoulders with a soft smile on his face. It smelled like alpha, specifically Caleb and his warm soothing smell, and I decided not to protest. Maybe it was Caleb and Leo’s connection, or maybe Caleb just had an especially relaxing pheromone, but he didn’t put me on edge the way other alphas did. And the scarf was as soft as a cloud.

“Now we look like a set,” Leo said. “I’ve got your lipstick on, and you’ve got my scarf. Now come here and make sure the color is even.”





Leo and I stood close together at the bar, watching a pair of tipsy models do an improvised pole dance on the spinning carousel. Two pairs of teetering high heels were abandoned at the edge of the ride, and there were a couple security personnel with careful eyes on the girls to make sure neither was injured.

“They’re having a nice time,” Leo reasoned with a shrug.

“This is why jumpsuits became trendy,” I said with a nod as one of the models did an enthusiastic high kick. I caught Leo’s side-eye and shook my head. “Don’t even suggest it. I have a strict no flashing the public policy.”

He grinned and leaned in, kissing the corner of my jaw.

The party was located at a high end, rooftop club downtown. The music was heavy, and the dance floor was crowded with more models posing as their personal assistants stood aside taking photos for social media. The bar was open, and there were snack trays drifting around the room, and photo-booths, and—inexplicably—a conga line running the length of the room led by someone in a full-body rhinoceros costume. There was a zebra somewhere too, so maybe it was a zoo theme for the evening.