“And people make money doing this?” she asks seriously.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “You thinking about getting into it?”
“Who knows, it could be another source of income,” she says vaguely, but then she smirks. “I can give you your own private show right now. It’s not nearly as much as that girl in the video, but you don’t even think I can handle twelve.”
I look at her, surprised. “You’re going to eat all thirty-six wings?”
She nods with a suggestive smile.
“No way,” I say, sitting back in my chair. “I don’t believe you.”
“Are you confident enough to make a bet?”
“Are you?” I ask her.
“Hell yeah!
“Then what’s the wager?” I challenge her.
“Loser picks up the check and two more rounds of drinks.”
I stick my hand across the table.
“Deal.”
The grin she gives me is infectious, and I can’t help the one that spreads across my face.