“Mhm.”
Jamie returns the favor, betting on eight and twenty-two. The ball soars wide and lands in the black thirteen slot.
Jamie frowns. “I was going to bet black,” he sulks.
“Guess I’m bad luck for you.” My smile pulls a fraction wider.
Jamie’s green eyes flick towards me, and I can see just how bad he wants his luck to get. Not every omega is a masochist, but Jamie clearly is. Even if he seems disinclined to admit it to himself.
Jamie blinks away the expression, staring at the table. “I just realized I could have cashed those in for, what, a thousand dollars?”
“Ten thousand.”
Jamie gulps. “I just wasted…”
“I havemore,” I say, brow raised. “Don’t overthink it. We’re here to have fun.”
“Very expensive fun,” he mutters.
I shrug. “Easy come, easy go.” His mind keeps turning. “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars if it’ll make you feel better.”
He looks at me with wide eyes. “That’s insane. You’re insane.”
“Just relax,” I say with a laugh. “This is my gift to you. And you wouldn’t reject my gift, would you? That would hurt my feelings.”
Jamie’s eyes slowly widen, and I know I’ve got him. “Really?”
“Wouldn’t it hurtyourfeelings?”
His eyes narrow. “I think you’re playing mind games with me, but fine. Just… tell me it’s Monopoly money.”
“It’s Monopoly money.”
“Cool. Okay. Great. I need a drink.”
Like clockwork, our alcohol arrives—my scotch and Jamie’s cocktail, complete with edible hibiscus flower.
It’s a different waiter than took our orders, and he starts to hand the cocktail to me.
I raise my brow, about to ask him if Jamie looks like he drinks scotch, when Jamie apologetically offers, “Oh, that’s mine.”
The waiter instantly corrects and hands me my scotch.
“Sorry,” Jamie says as the waiter retreats.
“Why areyousorry?”
“That I drink… uh… I don’t know, such…”
“Girly things?” I offer.
Jamie winces.
I shrug. “I don’t care. Not about what you like. I just don’t take kindly to certain… assumptions. The number of things people assume about me because I have tits is… well, probably comparable to the number of things people assume about you because you have a dick. That’s another thing I like about having money. Those assumptions get… dangerous. Having the first thing people see when they look at me bemoneyand notbreastsis… an upgrade. Granted, breasts remain the second thing.”
Jamie blushes like mad, eyes along the floor, as if he’s just been caught red-handed.
“Not that I mind when people notice,” I add.
