Scott and Mitch were just walking through the lobby, when Mitch had to remind Scott to put his shirt back on. Of course, he didn't mind staring at Scott's bare skin. He just didn't like the attention Scott was getting, that wasn't coming from Mitch. They'd just gotten into the elevator, while Scott fidgeted around with his shirt before putting it on. Mitch frowned when another Omega checked Scott out, as the elevator doors closed. "Twelve." Scott looked to him immediately. "What's that, babe?"