Page 5 of Such a Feisty Omega

Pausing by the spiderweb, which was unoccupied and one of my favorite stations, I tried to summon the interest to pick an omega to pass the time with, but I just couldn’t. I’d heard a vanilla friend say once that she got no satisfaction from sex unless there was a strong emotional component, and I wondered if that was starting to be me as well.

Certainly it made things better, more intense, but it had never been a deal-breaker for me when I was not in a relationship before. With zero mates on the horizon, if this was more than a one-night grumpiness, it was going to be a real problem.

And even if I did find someone, what guarantee did I have that they wouldn’t leave? What guarantee did any of these couples and throuples have?

None.

Turning on a heel, I went to my office and slumped behind my desk, waiting to get the energy together to go home. I didn’teven feel like working on the plans for the expansion. Nobody at Cuffed needed a downer like me around tonight.

Chapter Six

Julian

Luck was on my side. I had my phone on all day expecting to be called into work. If I made plans, the goddess would intervene on most occasions but not today. Maybe she wanted me to go to this club.

I hung my outfit for the night on the outside of my closet.

All that was left to do was eat.

I sat down at the table for a BLT and some chips and an electrolyte drink. My nervousness built up as I showered and got ready to go. Once I had my clothes on, I checked myself out in the mirror. The man who’d helped me at the specialty shop told me that I looked hot. He was mated, he said, but he still had eyes.

I thought it was strange. I was sure that when I found my alpha, they would be the only one I’d have eyes for.

I put a coat on over my outfit and met the driver outside. I didn’t like to pay for a rideshare, but I also didn’t want to drive home in the middle of the night—assuming I stayed long enough.

My guest pass was in my phone. Of course, after tonight, it would expire but for now, it was my secret. By the time I arrived at Cuffed, my stomach was twisted. My breaths were shallow. Mind spiraling in a hundred ways.

“Gonna get out?” the driver grumbled after we’d been stopped in front of the building for over a minute. I didn’t know why I was stalling. I usually dove headfirst into new things.

Coming to Cuffed felt like a shift in my life.

“Thank you.” I completed the payment and got out. I’d barely shut the door when he drove away. Perhaps he wasn’t sohappy about driving someone to a sex club. Didn’t matter. I was here now.

“Good evening, Mr. Alonso,” a man said as I walked in. He wore a leather vest over a white shirt and black pants.

“How did you know my name?” I asked.

“Ah, we receive a list of our new members and passholders. You filled out paperwork, correct?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Excellent. May I see your visitor’s pass?” He held out his hand.

“If you know who I am, why do you need to see the code?”

“To scan it.” He accepted my phone, ran it over a scanner, and turned around, unlocking a cubby where he placed my device. “You’re all set.”

“My phone?” Unease prickled at the base of my spine. Was this some kind of scam?

“Did you read the information we sent?” He cast a severe glance my way.

“Yes…well, most…some…”

“If you’d read it all, you would know that all phones belonging to members and guests are locked up during your visit. For privacy reasons.”

My cheeks warmed then burned. What a way to make an impression. “Can I get my phone back long enough to read the attachment more carefully?” I didn’t want to make a gaffe that would have me out the door due to carelessness.

“Of course.” He retrieved it and handed it back to me. “Why don’t you go sit down on the chair in the corner there and I’ll wait in case you have any questions.”

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