Page 7 of Such a Good Omega

I’d had to sidestep grabs and pinches despite the leather cuff, while trying to help some waiters catch up on their deliveries. After that, I stayed behind the bar. Some people came in with rings on their right hand, differing fingers. I’d learned from a fellow bartender that the rings meant different preferences. All silicone rings. Red. Gold. Silver. White. One that was turquoise. It meant the person was open to anything and everything. They’d gone over some of the ring meanings the night before, but the teal-colored one hadn’t been mentioned.

I found it all fascinating. People came here because it was safe. Because they could express their interests without judgment or the sneers and rejections of others.

Talon and his partners had created a bubble of freedom.

My phone buzzed. Unlike other jobs, we were encouraged to check texts for updates and important messages about work. I checked the message from an unknown number.

Bring a Dark and Stormy to Talon’s office. His personal request. Delivered by you.

Immediately I scoffed. Sure, the message outlined one of my fantasies about bringing Talon a drink to his office and him drinking me up instead, but I wasn’t falling for this bullshit. This was a test. It had to be a test.

And I needed this job too much to be that gullible.

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and got back to work. The tips were piling in and the computer system kept track of the servers and how much tips they were earning like a competition board. Samuel said it encouraged all of us to be better to earn more money. I supposed a little healthy competition never hurt anyone and he was right. We all checked the numbers…a lot.

I leaned back against the counter and took a breath and down an iced coffee. Servers could have anything nonalcoholic on shift.

“You’re doing well,” Samuel said, sidling up to me.

“I’m trying.” I shrugged.

“You really are doing well. In fact, I have a note from one of the owners. He called me in and gave me this himself.”

I took the folded piece of paper and opened it. The words shocked me.

Bring me a drink. Your choice. I want it delivered personally, Rowan.

Talon.

“This has to be a joke. I’m not falling for this. We’re not supposed to go into Talon’s office. At all.”

Samuel nodded and moved a bit closer than he had been before. “Trust me, Rowan. It’s okay. We don’t really say no to one of the owners but especially Talon. He never requests anything like this.”

“Okay,” I relented. If they tried to fire me, I had this note as proof, and Samuel would back me up.

I hoped. I made the Dark and Stormy that so well fit Talon and walked toward his office.

My stomach balled up in knots as I raised my hand to knock on the door.

“Enter,” he barked, and instantly my channel became slick as though he were talking to that part of me specifically.

I walked in slowly, waiting for the reprimand. I knew better. Damn it. I knew better.

“It’s okay, Rowan. I gave permission for you to bring me a drink. It wasn’t a test. You’re not in trouble.”

I stayed put, feet frozen in place.

“Rowan, look at me.” I did. Gods, he knew how to command me. “Bring me my drink.”

Shaking my head, I rounded his ginormous desk and offered the drink to him. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. “This is delicious, Rowan. Just perfect. You did an excellent job. Not only with the drink but at following the rules.” His eyes roamed me, and I shivered. “So, so good.”

I swallowed, absorbing every breath of praise from him. His words and worship struck me in the chest and filled me with heat. Tears began to well in my eyes but I demanded they retreat. I would not cry in front of this strong alpha.

Chapter Six

Talon

This submissive omega blossomed at praise. If I said the least nice thing about how he made a drink or anything at all, his cheeks flamed, and a little smile lifted the corners of his mouth. I’d met a few like him, but none who caught my attention every time he walked by like Rowan did.

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