The Beta's Contract Mate
When she brings back our drinks, he picks a shot, brings it to his nose, and then gives it to me.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I ask, leaning on the table.
“I can pick any poison, and I enjoy doing it,” he says, and I nod my head. “Well, thank you. You’re such a gentleman,” I say to him, but Olivia rolls her eyes, taking the one he is handing her.