Page 21 of Costume Party Crush
I glanced out the front window, and could see his car in the parking lot. “Yeah. But are you sure you don’t want to carpool?”
“Nope! That means tracking each other down if one of us scores an alpha for the night. Separate cars means that either of us can bail with no guilt.”
“You’re really hoping.”
“Damn straight. A museum benefit will probably be a better crowd than I’ve seen lately. People who have standards themselves, rather than going after any unattached omega.”
“That’s the way to find them,” I agreed. “An alpha with no standards isn’t likely to honor yours.”
“Plus it’s the self-respect thing,” he added. “Standards means that they believe themselves worthy of them.”
“Find a man who’s happy to have you, rather than one who found you convenient.”
He nodded. “I need to tell myself that more often.” He paused and reached into a pocket I’d sewn into a seam. “See ya there?”
“Yep.”
We walked out of my apartment and to our separate cars. Then we were on our way.
The feeling in my middle grew with every mile, and by the time I parked I knew good things were going to happen that night.
“New clients,” I muttered as I walked towards the building. “People who own businesses ask what I do and I can give my card to them.”
Justin walked up beside me and bumped me with his shoulder. “Happy thoughts?”
I grinned. “You know it.”
“Telling yourself you’re getting knotted tonight?”
I laughed. “New business.”
He chuckled. “That’s no fun, but whatever floats your boat.”
We were both shivering slightly by the time we made it to the lobby, but found that once inside there were enough people for it to be comfortably warm.
Displays of regional and period clothes decorated the walls of the empty exhibition space, with posters between pieces describing the exhibit the benefit would fund. I learned that the goal was for a new permanent exhibition.
“What’s so funny?” Justin asked.
“A costume party to buy clothes.”
“Oh, is that what this is for?”
I nodded. “The ticket said it was to fund a new exhibition, but that was it. Apparently they want to start one focused on clothing over the years, with a local emphasis.”
“And you’re reading the info sheets rather than networking?”
I shrugged. “I figured it would help if somebody wanted to talk about it.”
“I guess that’s true.”
“One-track mind much?” I teased.
“You know it.”
I was about to say something else, but the words died on my lips when a delectable scent hit me and my cock threatened to spring to life. It wasn’t food or drink, but alpha.
My alpha.
