Why’s he having this effect on me?
He gives me a small smile.
“You can just sit if you want to.”
You’re at work. You’re Cherry. You’re a hot ass Omega. Act like it, bitch.
I approach him, my heels clicking loudly with each step as I drag my nails slightly down his chest before sliding them back up to his neck.
“What’s your name?” I ask. I can’t keep referring to him asthe Betain my head.
“Hayes,” he says easily.
“No pack?” I ask, before whipping my hair to the side and planting my ass right in his lap. He’s hard, and I take too much satisfaction over that. It’s not like I haven’t grinded over my fair share of cock at this place, but something about this feels different. “You can touch,” I nearly whisper as his hands grip my thighs roughly and respectfully at the same time.
“Not officially,” he says, and I still momentarily. “No Omega,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, making me shiver and perfume at the same time.
I lick my lips, moving against his body. It’s not as showy as I usually am in the private area, I find myself actually enjoying being pressed up against him.
“What about you? No interest in a pack?”
“Mmm. No one has caught my attention.”
His hands slide ever so slightly on my upper thighs, almost like he knows he’s caught my attention in a way other men haven’t before.
“Makes sense. You should be picky,” he says while sliding another hundred into the elastic of my shorts.
Mother of fuck.
“You make a killing here, don’t you…” The pause is long, like he’s waiting for my name.
“Hail—Cherry,” I rasp out.
I swear I can feel him smile against the back of my head.
“Cherry. Of course, it’s Cherry,” he says, his nose lightly dragging across my hair, identifying my scent.
My scent won’t make him wild like it would an Alpha, but there’s no doubt he’s enjoying my sweet black cherry perfume.
“Any chance you’d be interested in another opportunity?”
I pause, lifting up and turning around so I’m staring at him.
“If you’re here to ask me to work at another club you can fuck off right now,” I tell him with a finger pointed at his chest.
He grabs my finger. “Wouldn’t dare. I know Ian, wouldn’t want to piss him off,” he says and my brows furrow. He knows Mr. Martinez? “I need an Omega to accompany me to a high roller game this coming weekend. I’d pay you a quarter of my winnings.”
My eyes search his and he grins. “It’s a fifty-thousand dollar buy-in.”
I blink at him. “Holy shit,” I whisper, though I meant to keep it internal.
“It’s actually a pretty low buy-in, but it’s exclusive. I’m the only Beta in the tournament. I need to make a statement, and having the hottest Omega on my lap would make a difference.”
I lick my lips and his warm palms glide down the back of my thighs. His touch feels searing. I’d be an idiot not to take that money. Don’t get me wrong, I do well at Lavender Moon—I payall my bills, I was able to furnish my apartment and get Smokey everything he needs.
But there’s something else I could use more than cash, something my shitty credit score is preventing me from getting currently.
“Instead of a cut, I want a car,” I tell him.
