Page 17 of Knot Her Reality

“Death threats?” I repeat. “Seriously?”

Bree nods slowly. “Yes. Things seem to be escalating outside of the compound now that the show is beginning to record. I promised you we wouldn’t keep you in the dark about any of this, which is why I wanted to tell you about it before you left for your date. It’s not the first death threat that’s been made against anyone involved with the show, but it’s the first one that the cops have taken seriously. That makes me worry.”

“All because I’m a bisexual woman? How is it that this is the world we live in? Most of the men in this world are bisexual or pansexual—or some kind of sexual that makes them attracted to men and women, so what makes it so different?” But even as I say the words, I know what the difference is. I’m a woman, and there aren’t as many of us in the world. Add on the fact that I’m an omega, and here we are. I fucking hate it.

Bree doesn’t bother answering my question because we both know the answer. Sighing, I run a hand over my face. “I need to get ready for my date. Do you mind if I do that while we talk?”

“Of course.” Bree stands and follows me into my bedroom, pausing for a moment as I strip down naked.

Glancing over my shoulder at her, I laugh at the look on her face. “Oh, honey. I work in the fashion industry. I’m used to people dropping trow all the time. It’s made me not think twice about changing in front of others. If it makes you uncomfortable…”

Bree laughs, shaking her head. “No, you’re fine. It was just unexpected. You’d be surprised at the number of omegas who won’t be vulnerable around other omegas.”

“Pish posh.” I wave my hand in the air. “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that I don’t give a flying fuck about being like others. Life is too short not to be yourself.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

Laughing, I grab the bikini I’d set out when I woke up this morning. It’s a beautiful teal color that reveals a lot more skin than it covers, but what’s special about it is that it’s my first attempt at a scent-canceling bathing suit. Well, not the first. We’ve definitely tried a few times before, but this is the first one that I think might actually work. It’s been hard because there’s just so little material to a bathing suit—especially a bikini—but I think we’ve finally done it.

“We’re going to add more security on the compound, and we’re going to be sending guards with you anytime you leave the compound,” Bree tells me as I pull the bikini on, glancing in the mirror to make sure that everything that is supposed to be covered is, in fact, covered.

“You want me to take guards on my dates? That’s super conducive to romance.” I snort as I spin to face her. “Is that really necessary?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “This came down from the network, Evie. They’re not going to take any chances with your safety, and I happen to agree with them.”

I huff, shaking my head. I really think that they’re worrying over nothing, but what can I do? “Fine, but those fuckers better make sure they stay out of the way. I’m not going to let them stop me from banging someone if I so desire.”

“Gods above,” Bree splutters. “Warn a girl, yeah?”

I laugh because what else can I do? “So, what do you think?”

“It’s sexy. Well-made, just like everything else you’ve designed.”

I snort, shaking my head again. “No, Bree. That’s not what I’m talking about. This is the scent-canceling suit.”

“What? Seriously?” She hurries over, pausing for a moment. “It would be weird if I leaned down to smell your crotch, wouldn’t it?”

Not much surprises me, but her words certainly do. “Maybe a little, but how else are you going to be able to tell?”

She shrugs. “Better start thinking about those sexy ass suitors you’ve met so far. Can’t tell if they’re working if you’re not producing slick.”

Goodness. If anyone could hear our words right now without seeing what’s going on, they’d be very confused. But I think about Alejandro, Lillian, Viktor, and Dustin—better known as my dates for the day. After spending some time with them last night, I’m still not sure how I feel about Dustin and Viktor, but Alejandro and Lillian? I’m definitely attracted to the two of them. My thighs clench as I think of the three of us together and the fun we could have together.

“Holy shit!” Bree exclaims, pulling me from my fantasy as she jerks upright. “I couldn’t smell anything.”

“I told you so! As long as the omega is wearing the proper size so that everything is covered, it’ll work—even when wet.”

“That’s amaz—“ She’s cut off by a knock on the door.

Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s time for my date. “Shit, I’ve got to hurry.”

“I’ll go let them know you’ll be right out. I’m sending Finnegan and Lucas with you today as your guards.”

I snort. “My mandatory psychologist and Reginald’s alpha?”

“Let’s be real. Finnegan could fuck someone up if he wanted to, and we both know it. Both Reginald and Tyler would murder Lucas if he let anything happen to you. Plus, he has a background in security. We don’t have a lot of mated alphas around who aren’t already working for me to send with you.”

“I get it. It’s fine.” There’s another knock on the door. “You deal with them. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

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