“I have to advise you, though, that they’renot the most conventional omegas.” He swallowed and seemed to be collecting histhoughts. “They’re individuals and do things their own way.”
Interesting.
“I don’t mind unique.” I looked around theshop. That should be obvious.
“No, they’re just…they know what they wantand how they envision the club, but they’re not typical omegas.” Shane gave mea curious, searching expression. “I just don’t want you to go in withpreconceived notions about how they’ll behave.”
Damned curiosity.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Who the fuck wasI going to be meeting with?
This would probably be a bad idea on anynumber of levels, but I’d never been able to hold back when something feltright, so I wasn’t going to stop now.
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Damned morons.
“Small alpha does not mean omega. Way tostereotype someone.” And to potentially chase off a customer. But accusationsof stereotyping and bullying would sound better when I filed a complaint forharassment.
I might have been just alittleloudas the idiots left, but they blew their surveillance cover for a short alphawho already had a bit of an inferiority complex. A short alpha who happened tobe the governor’s nephew, but I wasn’t sure if the cops had realized that, so Ihadn’t volunteered the information.
Of course, they’d been sitting across thestreet all week in a rotation of plain black cars, so it hadn’t been hard tospot them. They did it about once a quarter and I’d been expecting them, but itwas still ridiculous.
Closing the door, I decided it was lateenough that I could close. Sure, I was supposed to be open for another halfhour, but almost midnight on a Saturday was usually quiet and I was done.Throwing the bolt, I flicked the switch that controlled the lighted sign outfront and started closing up shop.
I’d been doing it so long the routine wasmindless.
As I walked down the aisles straighteningthings, I shook my head, still frustrated. I was glad I’d been the one at workinstead of the young guy who worked part time. He was polite and never gotembarrassed about anything, but he didn’t deserve to be the one to deal withmoron cops.
Neither did I, but as the owner, I was theone who got that pleasure.
When everything was straight and the moneydropped in the safe, I headed toward the back of the store. I was an idiot, butI was an idiot who had a short commute because as I walked into the stockroom,I turned right and headed up the stairs to the second floor where my apartmentwas.
I lived too close to work to keep mysanity, but at least I didn’t have to drive around the city at midnight. Iwasn’t in the best part of town and there was no reason to tempt fate. Myimmediate neighbors all knew me and it’d been years since I’d had any problemswith them.
We had a deal. I didn’t bother reportingthe petty shit they got up to and they didn’t rob my place. It didn’t make methe most ethical person, but it kept my business open. The fact that they foundmy problems with the cops amusing might have helped too.
As I headed into my apartment, I locked thedoor behind me and went in the kitchen. Midnight wasn’t the best time fordinner, but I’d only been able to grab a snack earlier. I couldn’t complainabout the customers, though. It was nice to see business picking up.
But that was also why I was seeing the copsso regularly. I wasn’t doing anything illegal, but they hated what I sold.Which was stupid. A sexy toy wasn’t a blight on society and a cock cage wasn’ta sign of the apocalypse. It was just a sign that an omega was a little more intouch with their submissive side than people liked.
Which wasn’t anyone’s business, butevidently anyone who liked to submit needed to be saved.
Since that was pretty much a direct quotefrom the cop that was part of the stakeout a few months ago, I felt justifiedin questioning their sanity and brain cells every time they came to the door.But since the judge told them not to arrest me for mouthing off again becauseshe was tired of seeing all of us, I wasn’t holding back my opinions.
Evidently seeing me every week for sixmonths because I’d called them morons was enough to get even her frustrated.
Grabbing a beer, I brought the container ofleftover soup I’d made earlier in the week to the microwave and popped it in.Sunday was usually my day to get caught up on housework and make a few thingsfor the week, but with my meeting tomorrow, I wasn’t sure what I’d have timefor.
Meeting…interview…interrogation…I wasn’tsure what it would actually turn out to be.
The alpha who’d come in had been so suretheir plan would work that I’d almost believed him. I’d caught a glimpse of twopeople in the car as he’d left and I assumed they were two of the businesspartners by the way they questioned him, but I wasn’t sure.
I wasn’t sure enough of anything to decidewhat to do.
If I agreed to supply them with toys forthe club and it came out, I’d get even more problems from the cops. It wasn’tillegal as long as I was selling to a business, but they wouldn’t like it.There was a nice little loophole in the law because the courts had saidapplying the law to businesses made it too vague. It was a move in the rightdirection for omega rights, but it wasn’t enough.
It was enough to get the omegas their sextoys, though.
