I take a step forward, reaching for his arm, ready to yank the damn thing off.Off her shoulders, that is. I’d do worse, but June is giving me a look.
A look that says I’d better not make a scene.
Fine. Have it your way.
Fortunately, Rich Boy Blondie pulls his arm away just in time, and I fold mine across my bare chest, glaring him down harder.
June starts to lift her hands like she intends to get in the middle and stop us, but I’m not done yet.
Like I said, nobody can out-drink me. Especially not a pathetic human.
I might as well see where this is going.
“Alright,” I ask. “Let’s say I take you up on your little bet. And what do I get ifIwin?”
He shrugs, and I can tell he’s trying to play it off like it’s no big deal. Like he’s so rich, these stakes are small potatoes to him. “If by some unlikely turn of events you manage to win, then I’ll let you two have a nice, romantic dinner alone in my luxury superyacht.”
I’m sure June is about to stop me, but she just takes a step back, glancing at the bottle of fine, aged whiskey like maybe she’s contemplating how likely I am to win.
So she wants a ride in a fancy superyacht, huh? And a romantic one, at that?
Ha. Well, then.
I can make that happen.
Just watch me.
“Deal,” I say before I can regret it.
And maybe I’m already drunker than I realized, because that’s when I see Rich Boy’s eyes flash with red light.
Ahhh, hell.
Damn it, how could I forget?
He’s not human.
He was never human.
This boy is a straight-up vampire.
What the hell kind of battle did I just get myself into?
But it doesn’t matter. I can still drink this kid under the table, even if he does turn out to be a two-thousand-year-old bloodsucker.
Blondie grins, holding out his hand for me to shake, and I glare back at him as he smirks.
“May the best man win.”
21
Making Bets with the Hot Guys
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