“I see you. And I like what I see,” he says when he looks back at me, repeating the first words he ever spoke to me.
“Go be amazing. Then get your ass home.”
I watch as the smile on his face gets hidden behind his trademark mask.
He disconnects the call between the three of us. He might be gone but I’m left staring at the dark screen half in awe, the other half raw with longing.
The phone on my desk rings.
“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Torres. A name in the system was flagged, and you asked to be told if it happened.”
I stand up. There’re not many names in our system and the only ones were done by me. “Who?”
“Simona Vanderling.”
“She’s here?” I ask, my shock coming across as abruptness. But me being abrupt towards our staff is nothing new. When we work, we work. And I don’t mix business with pleasure. I am however generous with benefits and bonuses, and I listen.
Tonight, I don’t think I’ll ever doubt my control again. How I don’t race out of there and throw him in the downstairs interrogation room to pull every goddamn detail out of his memory is a sign I’m doing okay.
I clear my throat, locking down the sudden reemergence of my impatience. “Where is she?”
“I’ve put her in your office downstairs.”
“Did she say why she is here?”
“Meeting an Alpha. He and the rest of his party are new members. They are currently in the Flamingo room.”
“With Justin and Coco?” I snap back, unable to stop the slight growl in my voice. My designation flames bright as my mind runs in a hundred directions at once. Justin is one of ourresident male Omegas, highly sought after and priced accordingly. Coco is an Omega too, though she’s a certified sex addict on top of already having a hyper-sex drive. She’s into anything, which is why she has a minder with every booking.
Now the mystery is why Simona is here wanting to meet an Alpha who pays for sex. From a purely business point of view, I don’t give a fuck who he fucks. On a personal front, liars and cheaters make me sick. My mood ramps up as I sort through old memories and I have to dig through my drawers to use my rarely used scent blocker to hide the spike of irritation in my scent.
“Update on the booking please,” I demand curtly, slipping in the earpiece to both listen to his response as well as free up my hands.
“They are new members, but everything checked. As soon as their membership cleared, they requested an overnight tier three booking.”
Tier three gives full consent for anal, oral, and multi-partner. The ‘overnight’ part of the booking is pretty obvious. It’s not the most expensive service on offer, but it is the most popular with packs who do not have an Omega. In essence, they’re faking it till they’ve got it—getting what they need in a simulated environment. For an Alpha, experiencing the sense of providing, to protecting, and physically connecting is as essential as it is for an Omega to feel cared for, safe, and adored.
So why is she here, while an Alpha she’s waiting to see is in a room with two sex workers? If he had any feelings for her, he’d already be at the door to greet her. Something doesn’t sit right.
I click on the screen, enlarging the feed from the room he mentioned, Justin is already on the bed with one of the men on his knees in front of him. Coco is in the shower cubiclewith the other two, and similarly they are sharing more than the water.
It looks like a normal booking, but my issue is why Simona is here. And why she wants to see an Alpha currently blowing one of the highest paid staff members I have.
“No. Just do your check a little earlier than usual. Keep the video feed recording for the entire booking. If they stray outside of the tier three limits, let me know.”
Running a hand through my hair in an attempt to tame the agitation seeping through my body, I try to calm the fuck out.
Simona here makes no sense. And that is where my focus is. My attention should be split into about a dozen different directions, but everything arrows back at her before splintering into chaos. It will continue until I know why she’s here.
An unbonded, unaccompanied Omega in a sex club has disaster written all over it, unless of course it’s an exclusive and prearranged event, and then it’s a profitable night.
Even the thought of her in my club has me considering shutting Noire down for the night. Completely irrational—but given how much better I feel at the idea of kicking everyone out so it’s just me and her, maybe not so irrational after all.
On the way to the office, I start to sort through the memberships we’ve recently accepted. Applying and receiving a membership to Noire is a detailed process, for obvious reasons. Generally, we don’t mess up who we approve and who we don’t.
I reach for the door handle, but instead of walking through, I have to take a step back. Cracking my neck helps alleviate the growing rise of tension. I pray I have enough control to quell the excitement that comes with knowing she’s inside my office. Her sweet ass on one of my chairs. It’s a damn sight easier to fantasise about her in my world, as opposed to debauching her at Unity.
I need answers.
