Such a Good Omega

Talon retreats to his office every night, drink in hand, scowl twisting his features. My wolf howls, wanting me to follow him. But he’s my boss, and I desperately need this job. Besides, I don’t think I’m ready for the kinds of games the alpha likes to play. I’ve heard whispers of all kinds of preferences, but Talon is a mystery and moves like a shadow through the club.
When the club opened, I put in my application immediately. Talon interviewed me in person. There were NDAs to sign. Background checks. More like an interview for employment with the FBI than to work at a club. But the job paid well, so I followed all the instructions like a good boy, ready to make a fresh start.

The black leather wristband on my left arm means I am off-limits to clients who came in but more than anything, I want Talon to ignore the rules, and take me into that private room on the second level of the club or even to a station on the main floor. I haven’t seen him with anyone…yet. That doesn’t mean I’ll be the first. Of course, not. But I want to be the last.