Well, I can safely say I am having the opposite reaction to everything he said.
Normally, all of that would piss me off.
It’s extremely blunt despite also being slightly complimentary, and he’s a complete stranger, so talking about my body and fucking and all that is pretty ballsy.
But I’m not mad.
I’m not even a little miffed.
No, my entire body is blushing, I’m hot from head to toe, and if he were to say anything else like that, I might actually start slicking even though I made sure to take the scent and alpha pheromone blockers.
Styx isn’t an alpha, though.
He said so in his email, and he made sure to tell me that there would be a couple alphas lurking around the club when I came in, which I appreciated since I was able to prepare.
I was not prepared to have an overwhelming attraction to the beta interviewing me, though. Frankly, I don’t need that. I have a scent match and soulmate causing enough damage to my heart and panties, I’d prefer not to throw a beta into the mix if I can help it.
I’m worried I can’t.
“How soon are you able to start?”
I blink a few times, trying to pull myself together so I can answer him then what he said sinks in. “You’re hiring me?”
Styx nods. “I am.”
“Without references? Or seeing what I can actually do?”
“Yes,” he says with a smirk. “References don’t mean shit, not to me, and I have no doubt you’ll show me what you can do later.”
Yep, I’m a lost cause.
This flirty, brazen, sexy beta has me seconds from slicking and I want to smack myself for it.
There is something seriously wrong with me.
Everywhere I go, I find myself stupidly attracted to someone.
A shelter for omegas? Sure, here’s my soulmate. An empty warehouse during an active torture session? Absolutely, there’s my scent match. Applying for a job for the first time in my life at a strip club fronting for something most likely dangerous? Why not, here’s a beta who will make you slick.
I should be feeling guilty and ashamed but I can’t because being attracted to Styx feels right. It feels normal. It feels like I’m supposed to be drawn to him, and I hate myself a little more for all of that.
I’m a horrible person, and a shitty omega who bonded with a pack a long time ago. Whether or not it’s the same kind of bond that I’ve been experiencing since leaving the shelter doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t be happening, none of it, but I’m too much of a selfish mess to stop it.
STYX
I tilt my head as I watch a gorgeous blush race up Sparrow’s neck, tinting her new tattoo pink as she clears her throat.
“I can start whenever you need me to.”
“Perfect.” I make a couple of notes on the printout of her email, things I know my brother will ask when it comes to her personality and demeanor. “I’ll let you know as soon as I interview your friends.”
She frowns a touch and I’ll be damned if that isn’t adorable. “Okay.”
“You’re hired, love. I promise. I was under the impression that you and yourfriendsare a package deal, so it makes sense to get through their interviews first, then give you all a start date afterward. Given you all get hired.”
Which they probably will.
After Cole fired that alpha on security, he decided to go through a month’s worth of footage and weed out anyone else who could be a potential problem. While it’s great to get rid of the trash, it left us down three bartenders and another alpha on security, and then we had a couple of dancers quit out of guilt. Apparently they were doing a littleextra workon the side for some of our patrons and figured they’d get canned anyway. They would have if we knew about it, but it’s not terrible having them out themselves so we don’t need to worry about unemployment.
