SPREAD YOUR LEGS 2

KARLA

I couldn't quite grasp the overwhelming sensation that washed over me at that very moment. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. A strange, tingling feeling coursed through me, igniting an ache between my thighs at the mere thought of straddling him. His scent, laced with the unmistakable aroma of alcohol, drifted toward me, and was strangely alluring.

"Spread your legs, little omega," he said again when I hesitated, his voice a low rumble.

Indignation flared within me. I was not a slut, and he should have just asked me to give him a lap dance instead of saying I should spread my legs for him. There were rules here and I refuse to give him any personal services.

"I'm sorry, but there are rules here, sir. We do not sleep with customers here."

"Who made those rules?" he asked, relaxing on the couch and whirling the wine in his glass.

"The owner of this place," I replied tersely, irritated by all the unnecessary questions. I knew he only wanted to use and to