His tongue peaks out between his lips as he smiles. “Deal.”
My heart patters in my chest rapidly as I think about sitting on his lap for an entire night. It sounds like delicious torture, that I’m absolutely looking forward to. Him being a Beta has me even more turned on. He’s everything I wanted prior to designating and now. He’s confident, and willing to do what it takes to prove his designation doesn’t matter.
Maybe that’s the same point I’ve been trying to prove.
Our exchange has been short, but there’s something here. Hell, it might just be a business agreement, but maybe it could be more.
“What should I wear?” I ask.
“I’ll handle it all.”
I shift on his lap and a deep grunt escapes him. He glances down at his very expensive watch.
So, the Beta doesn’t wear luxe suits, but clearly has plenty of money. Is his unofficial pack rich? Or just him?
“I’ll get you all my information through Ian. The last thing I need is him killing me for getting one of his dancer's numbers.”
I furrow my brows again. “Mr. Martinez?”
He barks out a laugh and it jostles me on his lap. “One and the same. The man is only kind to Omegas, I swear.”
I shake my head. He’s the nicest boss I’ve ever had, not to mention he treats his Omegas, Luna and James, like they are precious baby angels. It’s all I ever wanted for myself.
“Okay.”
I’m not really sure what else to say or do. I’m sure slick is seeping through these tight little panties, but the man doesn’t seem to care.
“I’ll be in touch, Hail—Cherry,” he says with a smirk, kissing my cheek and placing me down on wobbly legs.
Before he opens the curtain he hands me another couple hundred dollar bills and leaves.
I blink at his retreating back.
What the actual fuck just happened, and why is this Beta the first man I’ve truly wanted for myself since my newfound designation?
CHAPTER 3
HAILEY
Our shift isover and the Omegas are still thinking about going out.
“You okay, Cherry?” Riley asks with a smile. He’s covered in glitter and a few different Alpha scents.
I lick my lips and decide to confide in him.
“Have you ever been asked to do something outside of Lavender Moon?” I ask and a wide smile takes over his face.
“Baby’s first freelance?” he jokes and I shrug. “Who was it?”
“Hayes, the Beta with the backwards cap,” I say, wondering if he’ll recognize the name.
He whistles. “Honey, do whatever that man asks.”
“Really?”
“He’s huge in Vegas. First Beta under thirty to become a poker champion. He’s loaded, hot, and you know, I think he’s perfect for you.”
“What. Why?”
