Page 1 of Such a Good Omega

Chapter One

Rowan

“Rowan James.” A man wearing a black button-down shirt paired with black slacks called my name. His hair was slicked back and his skin flawless. Almost not human, almost looking so perfect he was robotic.

He worked here already. If he was the kind of person the owners of Cuffed were looking for, then I’d lost the job before the interview even started.

“Right here,” I said, standing.

“Follow me, Mr. James.” His voice was iced velvet gliding over my skin. All the interviewees had been seated in a room with black walls with black leather chairs, simple. Plain. Minimalist. No paintings on the walls or fake flowers that hadn’t been dusted like other places I’d been.

The man glided in front of me while I gawked at the place I hoped to work. Everything was black. Even the knobs and hinges on the many doors.

Unlike the waiting room, the hallway walls had pictures of erotic and yet tasteful images. A hint of vanilla and sandalwood flowed from an air-conditioning vent.

Everything about this place oozed sex.

Hell. I already wanted to be a member, and I’d never been into anything kink.

“Mr. Marwood’s office is here. Please wait while I make sure he is ready for you.”

Mr. Marwood? As in Talon Marwood, the co-owner of the club? Shit. I thought I would be interviewing with an assistant or a human resources manager.

Certainly not one of the owners.

Mr. Robotic and Perfect came out of the office in seconds and bowed at the waist the slightest bit. “Mr. Marwood is waiting your arrival.”

My feet wouldn’t move. My breathing stopped, and the only thing I could hear was the booming drum of my heart pounding between my ears, threatening to blow my temples.

“I-I…” I looked for some excuse as to why I was mimicking a statue.

“Let’s be prompt and not keep Mr. Marwood waiting, Rowan. One foot in front of the other. We’re not open yet, so no one here is going to bite.” He winked, practically shoved me into the office, and shut the door behind me.

The walls were black leather panels. The floors ebony-colored wood with both matte and shiny designs in the grain. In front of me was a massive desk and leather executive chair with its back turned to me, also in the same color as all the rest.

“Take a seat, Mr. James. There’s no reason to be nervous.”

Could he tell? Had the other guy told him something? He couldn’t even see me.

I sat in one of two of the leather guest chairs in front of his bus of a desk and smoothed my shirt with sweaty hands.

“I can hear your heartbeat, in case you were wondering.”

I nodded but then muttered something close to okay.

Everything depended on finding a job, and this one paid the most. I needed this.

The tall chair turned and my life spun on its axis. I’d seen some pictures online, but only silhouettes and his back. In person, Talon Marwood was hands down the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. His dark-brown hair was cut close on the sides, left longer on top. His chiseled jawline immediately had me wondering how good it would feel to kiss my way down its path, making him moan.

His green eyes made me ache in places that I’d thought dormant after everything I’d been through.

“Rowan James,” he said, clearing his throat. “Your resume is impeccable. Everyone on your reference list spoke highly of you. Your last boss said he had to hire three other people to fill your shoes.”

Heat crawled up the back of my neck and settled in my cheeks. “Travis was a tough but fair manager. I’m glad he was pleased with my work.”

A flash of gold took over Talon’s eyes as he cocked his head. “You find yourself eager to please your boss?”

He was talking about the job, but I read way more into that question.

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