Page 10 of Such a Good Omega

“You did.”

I laughed. “And how much he compliments me? He told me there has never been a more gorgeous omega in the world.”

“You told me that too,” Artemis laughed. “And the dark-brown pair. Don’t ruin my outfit.”

I grabbed for the shoes and put on the navy-blue socks Artemis picked out to match. I’d showered and used my expensive cologne, the one that I saved for special occasions.

Artemis cleared his throat. “None of my business but…have you chosen a safe word?”

“Is it stupid that I want something weird but also, I don’t want him to laugh at me for my choice?”

Artemis pursed his lips. “Does he seem like the type to laugh at you, Rowan? From what I’ve heard, he’s all about building you up, not tearing you down.”

I blew out a breath. “I think I know what I’ll use but I’m not telling you. I have to keep some things secret.”

“Okay,” Artemis said and got up to leave. “But I need details on the sexy time, and you know as well as I do that there will be sexy time. I mean, it’s a date at a sex club.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged.

There was a chance that Talon only wanted to play. I knew from the other bartenders that all play didn’t lead to sex.

Still, I thought I would explode the first time he touched my naked skin.

Gods, I hoped Talon wanted to do more than play.

Chapter Eight

Talon

A half hour before Rowan was expected to arrive, I left my office and went to the foyer. People stopped at a desk there to leave their phones to be locked away. It was one of our most important rules related to privacy of our guests. They could also leave them in their car if they preferred, but they were not getting them past the front desk. Even with all the background checks, I’d heard of other clubs where journalists or influencers managed to convince a member to take pictures and pass them along. Once that happened, the owners of a club were regarded as no longer trustworthy. With good reason.

The desk attendant would also direct those who reserved them to changing rooms or private rooms and provided other services. We were busy, and she had no time to chat me up, although the arriving members did. I wasn’t always present, with so much work to do in my office, and I had yet to demo fire or anything else. They were mostly either saying how much they liked the club or asking me when I was going to demo, and I thanked them for their kind comments and told them soon. Keeping it vague.

Rowan showed up early, as I’d expected, and I showed him how to check in as a guest before leading him into the main club area. “It feels so strange to be here and not be working.”

I reached for his hand and pulled him close into my side. “We won’t be playing tonight, so why don’t we get a drink and walk around. You can see the various stations and what goes on there. Things you can’t do while trapped behind a bar.”

“Okay. I think I’d like a drink.”

I skipped the line and walked right up to the bar, the crowd parting in front of me. There had to be some advantage to being an owner. Then I guided him from station to station, watching his reactions as much as explaining what was going on. He didn’t seem to like a lot of the impact play, except for spanking, but he liked the electrical and when we got to the fire bench, where a steamer trunk stood as well, filled with items that would be needed for safe play, he stopped.

“How come nobody is here?” It was the only unoccupied station. “And what is in the chest?”

“Good question. Want to see and take a guess on what type of kink goes on here?” I winked at him. “Want a hint?”

“Sure!”

“It’s my special skill.”

He squeezed my arm. “Now I really want to know.” Dropping to his knees, he lifted the lid of the restored antique that had made its way across the Atlantic on an ocean liner over a century before. It had stickers inside, faded and glossed over with a coat of lacquer to preserve them. A steel bowl, a bottle of alcohol, a second bowl with a folded cloth in it, and other items, including a fire extinguisher and first aid supplies. Others who used the station did not have access to my personal belongings, but would need to bring their own. I had carried my tools in a leather satchel before I had this chest.

“Fire play. It’s not usually out here because I prefer to keep my things in my private playroom, but I am going to be doing a demo later in the week, so it’s out here for the time being.”

“You have a private playroom?” Interesting that his question wasn’t What is fire play? He hadn’t seen it here, since my demo would be the first time on the floor. “Can we go there? Is there a bed?”

Not a spanking bench… He was curious, but reserved. “Would you prefer privacy when you are with your dom?” I teased. “Should I take you there now?”

“I would like to know more,” he said, not meeting my eyes. “Sir.”

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