She puts a deep shade of red lipstick on her lips, that contrasts against her red hair perfectly, and smacks them as she examines herself in the mirror.
“It’s truly that easy?”
“Yup. I’ll bring a member their drink, and they’ll just casually hand me fifty dollars. Every single one of those Alphas or Betas are well off. Take what you want,” she states, placing her things in a neat stack in the corner.
“See ya around,” she tells me before going back into her room and locking the door.
I look in the mirror, giving myself a pep talk. I can do this. I’m great at speaking to rich people, I’ve done it all my life. There’s nothing different between one of my father’s parties and tonight. Just go in there and be yourself, and most importantly, make money.
I give myself a nod, placing the final touches on my face before putting on my dress for the evening. This one is silk, with a deep swoop around my breasts that clings tightly against my chest and hips.
I’ve got this.
“Can I have a shot of tequila?” I ask Glade over the bar top.
“Nervous?” she asks.
“Is it that obvious?”
“It’s cute. They’ll eat that shit up,” she replies.
I grimace, I don’t want to be cute; I want to be powerful and awesome and keep Alphas on a leash like Leisha does.
“Another one,” I request.
“Nope. No more,” Leisha cuts in, putting her hand on top of mine. “Now, you’re gonna get your sweet little ass down by the poker tables and just speak to someone. You don’t have to touch, you don’t have to doanything. Just go down there and talk to a very hot man in a very expensive suit.”
“Right, yeah, totally. I can do this.” I glance back at Glade as Leisha walks away, and I’m about to ask her for another shot.
Leisha doesn’t even look around as her voice booms. “No more shots.”
“Fuck, fine,” I grumble. “Can you put ginger ale in a martini glass?” I ask Glade.
“Sure thing.”
She fills the glass and hands it to me; I feel like I’ll do better with something in my hands. Otherwise, I’ll just stand around looking like a fraud.
Will these people be able to sense that I don’t belong? That my sexual experience is primarily based on quickies in the back seats of cars, or that one time I had sex with Carter in his parent’s pool? I don’t exactly screamseductressor that I have a single clue that I know what I’m doing.
I hold my martini glass in one hand and wrap my other hand around my waist. I guess I’ll just wait for someone to approach me. I’m being mysterious. Or maybe I look like a girl who’s in way over her fucking head and doesn’t have a clue of what she’s doing. I keep comparing myself, feeling like I’m not as strong and outwardly confident as the other girls.
That’s when a tall man in a perfectly fitting navy suit begins to approach me, his hair is a tousled dark brown, and his eyesare a beautiful forest green. He doesn’t smile as his eyes track me intently.
He gets closer and closer until he’s finally a few feet away from me.
“There you are,mo stór,” he says.
I tilt my head, not knowing the language, and plaster a smile on my face. “I’m Elena.”
He pauses for a second and holds out his hand. “I’m Ian.” He draws out his name slightly like he isn’t used to saying it, which is odd.
I take his large hand and shake it, but he tugs me a little closer instead of letting me go. He’s scenting me, so I do the same.
My mouth automatically waters at his fresh spearmint and rosemary scent.Has an Alpha ever smelled this good before?I’m not sure they have. I take another deep inhale, and my breath stills. He smells delicious, beyond delicious, he smells like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Not to mention his looks and his jacket is clearly expensive; I think it’s a Brioni.
Shit, when did I put my hand on his jacket?
I drop my hand, and my cheeks heat as I look up at him. He gives me a small smirk.
