Page 3 of Such a Feisty Omega

“Wouldn’t that be great?” I didn’t have to be a daddy to appreciate someone else’s good time. “What would you like to have there?” I chatted with them for a few and left while they were debating whether the train village should be inside or in a garden outdoors for extra excitement. With a glitter waterfall. Littles knew how to enjoy themselves, and it was easy to be swept up in their fun.

But I had an idea coming together in my mind, and I had to find one of the club owners and see if there was an opening for an investor with my particular skills.

“Talon?” I had met him when I joined. “I wonder if I might make an appointment with you and your partners regarding your planned expansion?”

His brows drew together. “I wasn’t aware we were telling people about that yet. But it’s not a big secret.”

“Let me give you this much. I am a general contractor who builds custom homes and business buildings for some of the most affluent in this city. I would show you some pictures, but, of course, my phone is locked up at the front desk.” Members and guests alike left their cells there to protect the privacy of the others.

“Come with me.” Talon led me to the edge of the room and down a hallway. “My office is this way.”

There were a number of doors, and I wondered how many owners there were. Following Talon into a roomy office, I sat opposite him at his desk and he turned his screen toward me and passed me the keyboard.

An hour later, the office was crowded with his fellow owners while I showed them projects I’d completed for clients. They told me about their plans and I made suggestions.

“When we’re ready to entertain bids, I think we’ll be glad to ask you for one,” Talon said.

“How do you feel about an investor?”

Turned out, there was room for another owner, and after we had a chance to get to know one another, I accepted the offer I’d been considering for my company. Until that night, I’d been prepared to say no, but everything came together, and now I was in charge of the expansion project. I’d retained my contractor’s license, and soon we’d begin demo on the buildings on either side.

But until then, I tried to fill in with whatever needed doing. Sometimes I was a dungeon monitor, I’d learned to order for the bar, the kitchen…if someone needed time off. I enjoyed learning all the different positions. And I felt more at home than even when I owned my company all by myself. Cuffed nurtured so much more of me than my kink. Although that part, the impact play, was there and important as well.

Chapter Four

Julian

Sitting in the break room, staring down at my striped lunch bag, I suddenly had the ick.

I poured a second cup of coffee and drank a bottle of water with some electrolytes and, by the time I was done with those, I was ready to dig into my chicken salad on a croissant with gusto. I usually kept on top of hydration, but sometimes I didn’t make enough of an effort.

About halfway through my sandwich, a few other nurses came in and sat at a table in the middle of the room. I occupied a table near the window, trying to soak up some of the filtered sunlight any way I could. Since we worked mixed shifts, sometimes day and night got mixed up in my brain. It was less than ideal.

The group of nurses from a department I didn’t have much to do with, geriatrics, immediately began sharing pictures with each other, playing musical phones, oohing and aahing over the screens. I tried to mind my own business, but all their chatter caught my attention. I knew a couple of them casually but didn’t know most.

“We can’t just walk in,” one of them—I thought his name was Finn—said. “You have to buy a membership.”

“For how long?” another asked. “A year? I don’t know if I want to invest in a whole year. What if I don’t like it? What if it’s not my thing?”

A year’s membership? Were they talking about a gym? A country club? Their expressions were excited and most of them were blushing. No one in my circle blushed over a country club membership. Then again, my circle was small, and I liked it that way.

“All I can find are pictures of the outside and of people in their club wear going in and coming out. What if the inside is disappointing? We all make pretty good money, but this is an investment in something we don’t even know if we will be into.”

Club wear?

The first nurse whose cheeks were reddest, Finn, added, “I heard a rumor that soon there will be a waiting list. A waiting list. Only incredible places have waiting lists. I’ve even heard a rumor that they bought the properties on either side and are about to expand.” He sure seemed to know a lot about the place.

“What’s the website?” someone asked.

I shouldn’t have eavesdropped, but the conversation was intriguing.

“Let’s look it up. The place is called Cuffed.”

“Oh, and the owners…” Finn winked at the others with a know-it-all smirk. “I hear there are a lot of them, each mysterious, and they pass through the club like shadows. They will know exactly what they are doing with an omega.”

Another nurse, a middle-aged omega, patted the table and grinned. “I say we go. All of us. We can see if we can get a visitor’s pass. Let’s go. Have a good time.”

I picked up my phone to look up the website. A glance showed my break was over. I stuffed the last bite of my croissant in my mouth while I tucked my granola bar and apple into the bag for later. If my circle was larger, maybe I could have asked to go with them, but I didn’t even know what the place was, much less if I wanted to go.

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