Aurora's POV
The heavy bass thumped through the floor, vibrating up my legs as I moved through the crowd with a tray in hand. I shouldn't have been there. Alpha Oliver had spent hours yesterday trying to convince me not to return to my other job. He didn't understand why I was so insistent on keeping it; to him, I worked in a normal club—a place for drinks and dancing.
I wondered, with a sudden spike of anxiety, what he would do if he discovered the truth. If he found out it wasn't a normal club, but a BDSM club, the Oliver I knew would lose his mind.
"I'll increase your pay, Aurora," he had said, his voice laced with that protective, possessive edge I was starting to crave. "I don't like the idea of you working in a place like that. Just work for me alone."
Yet, despite his offers and the generous amount he proposed, I refused him.
