Page 3 of Such a Fierce Omega
“Okay.” He paused while a server placed our cocktail orders on the low table between the high-backed leather chairs we sat in. The conversation area, a collection of chairs and sofas and various coffee and occasional tables was one of my favorite parts of the club and I’d heard the new additions also featured such areas. “Now, tell me about this rodent prison you work in.
“Give me a second.” I pulled out my phone and sent a text. “You mean the rodent-hamster prison where I used to work.”
He blinked but quickly recovered himself and held up his glass. “To freedom.”
“In two weeks. I gave notice but I am so excited and now I have to decide what to do next.”
“True. My pops always said don’t leave one job until you have another, but you probably have some funds put by for a rainy day. You’ve always seemed practical to me.”
“Until now, you mean.” I read the reply from HR. My company’s headquarters was in Asia, so they were open. “Really now. Their policy is not to have people work out their notice so I am officially at loose ends. They are actually giving me twenty-four hours to consider my decision, and if I stand by it, they will have my things sent to me.”
Talon made his way from the back hallway that led to some of the private rooms and others like the little and pet play areas. “Evening, gentlemen. Anything interesting happening?”
“You have no idea.” Bronson glanced at me, and I nodded. I had nothing to hide. “Our friend here just texted his notice and no longer has employment.”
“Oh yeah?” Talon sat on the sofa opposite us, crossed a leg over his other knee and stretched an arm along the back. “You’re sober, right?”
“Yes.” I held up my glass of bourbon. “First one tonight, and barely touched. It was just time.”
“Oh, okay. In that case, congratulations. What are you going to do next?”
I shook my head slowly. “I haven’t the foggiest idea. But before you both lose your regard for my sanity, I recently inherited enough from an uncle to never work again. But I can’t imagine lounging around. I need something to do.”
“You just quit,” Bronson pointed out. “Maybe take a few weeks’ vacation?”
“Maybe.” I considered for a moment. “Or maybe you’re looking for more investors now that the club is growing?”
By the time I left that night, we had a gentleman’s agreement and the details would be handled by our attorneys. They asked me more than once if I was sure, but I was. I’d never considered such an investment before because I’d never had the funds. But I didn’t want to just sit around. My biggest problem with my job in finance was the lack of meaning. Cuffed was my sanctuary, and I would be able to come here every day if I wanted.
While Talon was telling me a bit about the business end of things, an omega passed nearby. He wore black jeans and T-shirt with an apron tied around his waist. And he had the most beautiful green eyes framed by sooty lashes the color of the fade highlighting his elegant head shape.
“Darsh?” Talon said. “Did I lose you?”
“What?” I was discussing my entire future and showing my seriousness by ogling staff? Not good. “Yes, sorry. It’s just been an exciting night.” Highlighted by the omega. Who was probably off limits now.
By the time we parted and I looked around, the omega was nowhere in sight. Likely for the best.
Chapter Three
Blaze
My skin tingled and, in a daze, I returned to the kitchen. The alpha I saw only moments ago was the most alluring man I’d ever laid eyes on. He was dressed all in black, like me, but unlike me, his outfit had some style. His shirt must’ve been custom tailored to fit him. Rolled up sleeves revealing forearms filled with tattoos of all kinds that looked like they belonged together as art on his body.
He smiled at me. Then again, he seemed like a person who smiled at everyone. He was muscular but lean and moved like this place belonged to him and only him. I knew from the others I worked around that there was a team of owners. A dozen of them, I thought. Maybe more. Most were mated, but a few who were not. As the club expanded, more owners and investors came on. I thought he might be one of them. At least he was seated with a couple.
Somehow I had stumbled upon a great place to work and, from the little I’d seen of the club’s offerings, I wondered if one day I would be able to experience some of it firsthand.
With him.
No! I shook my head and got back to work. The glasses and plates in this place were never ending, and there was always something to do. The pace made the hours go by faster, but having seen that alpha, I was preoccupied.
Too bad I couldn’t pursue him. He would find out one way or another that I wasn’t all wolf, jeopardizing my job and, in turn, my life.
There was no way I would return to the pack lands with my tiger tail between my legs. I feared they wouldn’t accept me even if I could push past my pride.
As I finished out my shift, I let my thoughts run wild. What if the alpha had spoken to me. What if he invited me to play another night. I’d learned from my research that some called the activities play. What was his name? What stations did he like to play on?
I had no business asking any of those questions.
