Page 4 of Such a Feisty Omega (His Alpha Desires #6)

Julian

Sitting in the break room, staring down at my striped lunch bag, I suddenly had the ick.

I poured a second cup of coffee and drank a bottle of water with some electrolytes and, by the time I was done with those, I was ready to dig into my chicken salad on a croissant with gusto. I usually kept on top of hydration, but sometimes I didn’t make enough of an effort.

About halfway through my sandwich, a few other nurses came in and sat at a table in the middle of the room. I occupied a table near the window, trying to soak up some of the filtered sunlight any way I could. Since we worked mixed shifts, sometimes day and night got mixed up in my brain. It was less than ideal.

The group of nurses from a department I didn’t have much to do with, geriatrics, immediately began sharing pictures with each other, playing musical phones, oohing and aahing over the screens. I tried to mind my own business, but all their chatter caught my attention. I knew a couple of them casually but didn’t know most.

“We can’t just walk in,” one of them—I thought his name was Finn—said. “You have to buy a membership.”

“For how long?” another asked. “A year? I don’t know if I want to invest in a whole year. What if I don’t like it? What if it’s not my thing?”

A year’s membership? Were they talking about a gym? A country club? Their expressions were excited and most of them were blushing. No one in my circle blushed over a country club membership. Then again, my circle was small, and I liked it that way.

“All I can find are pictures of the outside and of people in their club wear going in and coming out. What if the inside is disappointing? We all make pretty good money, but this is an investment in something we don’t even know if we will be into.”

Club wear?

The first nurse whose cheeks were reddest, Finn, added, “I heard a rumor that soon there will be a waiting list. A waiting list. Only incredible places have waiting lists. I’ve even heard a rumor that they bought the properties on either side and are about to expand.” He sure seemed to know a lot about the place.

“What’s the website?” someone asked.

I shouldn’t have eavesdropped, but the conversation was intriguing.

“Let’s look it up. The place is called Cuffed.”

“Oh, and the owners…” Finn winked at the others with a know-it-all smirk. “I hear there are a lot of them, each mysterious, and they pass through the club like shadows. They will know exactly what they are doing with an omega.”

Another nurse, a middle-aged omega, patted the table and grinned. “I say we go. All of us. We can see if we can get a visitor’s pass. Let’s go. Have a good time.”

I picked up my phone to look up the website. A glance showed my break was over. I stuffed the last bite of my croissant in my mouth while I tucked my granola bar and apple into the bag for later. If my circle was larger, maybe I could have asked to go with them, but I didn’t even know what the place was, much less if I wanted to go.

So why was I intrigued? So much so, that on my break a few hours later, I stepped out to the waiting room and looked up Cuffed.

Oh.

No wonder they were blushing.

An adult club. A place that promised freedom. From judgement. To explore. Freedom to be who you were.

I soon found a forum-style website where there was a lot of conversation about the place and the owners. Maybe this was where Finn got all his information. There was something for everyone, one commenter stated. Were they a member or just trying to sound like they knew more than they did?

What might that something be for me? It had been years since I’d had a partner or even a night of sex. All my experience was pure vanilla. Not even a slap on the ass.

I’d always secretly wanted more in the bedroom but never had the time or the reason to explore it. And my partners never suggested anything outside the ordinary to me. Maybe that’s why they hadn’t lasted? Did I want something more…kink? Now I was blushing.

By the time I finished my shift and got home, my mind was filled with ideas. One idea. I would request a guest pass and go. For myself. To see what else was out there. My days off for the past few months or so had been spent laying around doing not a lot of anything besides chores and laundry and catching up on TV shows, but those things didn’t accomplish much, social-wise.

None of it helped me find my mate.

I put my phone down for a while, thinking the matter over before I picked up my laptop and took the leap. Either I would go into Cuffed and find something new about myself, or I would hate it. Either way, at least I would gain some life experience.

In three days, I had a night off. Actually a whole forty-eight hours off, at least, on paper. The club had varying hours, but the pass had to be used in thirty days. I made a promise to myself.

I would get to Cuffed one way or another, but in my gut, I felt like the sooner I got there, the better. Strange instinct in regard to a sex club, but I couldn’t deny it.