The opposite.
A giddiness expanded in my chest as if it were a living thing. I liked how it felt to be in their arms. I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip. It was around the time the club got especially busy. Ienjoyed watching idiot men slobber over the women as they took their money. I didn’t think it’d be so gratifying.
After drying my hair the best I could, I tossed the towel into the hamper and shuffled out, my slippers rubbing against the wooden floor. My clothing lay across the back of the couch. I tugged everything on quickly, grabbed the folded-up blanket off the edge of the couch, and set it next to my viewing perch to start my entertainment.
Crossing my legs, I propped myself against the glass, staring out. A blonde dancer took over on the stage, twisting and twirling skillfully. I’d seen her dance before, but there was a little more twitch to her hip, a little more effort overall. She kept to the side of the stage, her eyes pinned on someone. I followed her gaze and sucked in a breath.
Elias commanded the space even where he sat behind a roped-off area, arms spread out in both directions, and he wasn’t alone. Sinclair was next to him, one leg over the opposite knee. Two women braced them both. As Elias and Sinclair’s lips moved from their conversation, the girls with Sinclair touched his chest and thigh, familiarity in the movements.
She touched his arm, and I stiffened, gritting my teeth. My palms touched the glass. Watching him not push her off.
My lip trembled.
Gasping for breath, I yanked myself away. After pacing to the other side of the couch, I jumped in place, shaking my arms. But as much as I shook and paced, the itchiness inside me wouldn’t abate.
I need a cig so badly.
The pressure in my throat only intensified, the damned shadow creeping over my thoughts, making me feel close to exploding. I was out of the room on my next breath. Without a set direction, I shuffled down the hall and descended the steps to the first floor.
The Greymonts were primed and ready for a fucking, because ofme, and now they were down there, watching other women dance.
A possessive swell rose in my chest, choking me.
My strides lengthened. A group of Betas stood near an entrance, and a woman with a ponytail shooed others inside, her shirt only covered her boobs, leaving her belly exposed. She had tight spandex shorts on. As the dancers shuffled out, sequins and jewels on their varying two-piece bikinis caught the blue lights.
I clenched my hands, waffling between escaping upstairs where I could feel frumpy alone, or sneaking in to snatch a cigarette from someone.
Heavy smoke filtered out from the main room, making my mouth water.
With the strobing lights, my now-blonde hair, and the flowing alcohol, no one would be able to recognize me.
Decision made, I shuffled closer, and the girl with the high ponytail eyed me, her brows high on her forehead.
“That’s a choice,” she chirped, dragging her attention down my clothes. I could just ask her . . .
Before I said a word, she pressed her hand into my back, forcing me into the room. I gawked at the scene.
“Come on, ladies, go out there and mingle,” she called. A flurry of movement swept me along with the rest of the women. I stood at the center of the room, and the cacophony of music, clinking glasses, and chatter flooded the space.
“Get me a beer, hun,” was accompanied by a smack on my ass. I clenched my teeth so hard, they snapped. He suddenly sat up, his chin lifting.
“You’re an Omega,” he breathed. “I didn’t think the Greymonts would hire another so quickly.” His smile was so wide, it took up most of the space. “Come here, I’ll pay for your time.” He slapped his thigh.
I turned around, giving the man my back. He wasn’t worth my retort. From this vantage, I saw that Sinclair and Elias were not only roped off, but they were on a platform.
Elias now had a woman draped over his side, while another danced in front of him, and a half-empty glass dangled in his hand. Meanwhile, Sinclair had a hold of a woman’s jaw as she leaned in. Their lips met, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away, nausea swirling to life. I struggled to swallow and forced myself to look at them as the woman tilted her head to deepen the kiss.
The lips that had just marked my neck.
I whirled, offering the scene my back while I gripped my throat. What was wrong with me?
Sinclair’s piercing focus on the woman soured my stomach.
My pulse thundered in my ear.
“Your scent spiked, you good?” the Alpha, who had continued to talk while my back was to him, said.
I inhaled sharply and turned, with a syrupy-sweet smile.
