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Authors: Scarlet Wolfe
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He’s never asked to see a server before.”
Shit, I don’t want her thinking something is going on between us. “Uh, I had an issue with a male guest my first day. It’s why I was moved here, so maybe it has something to do with that.”
“Alright, well, Kruse, can take you to see him tonight. He should be roaming around here.”
She’s waving her arm toward the open area of the room, her eyes already searching for him.
“Yes, ma’am–I mean Shannon.” Grabbing a tray from the bar, I hurry away before she can scold me further.
I’ve got news for Adrian. I’m not going to his office again. I try to clear my head of the confusing thoughts I’m having for him and plant a smile on my face.
A table of men in my area are about to start a new game, so I figure it’s a good time to approach them.
“Can I get you a drink?” I ask the closest guy. Taking a glimpse at me, he then does a double take.
“A Glenlivet 21 single malt please.”
He gives a crooked smile, but the interest he’s conveying through his unique sandy eyes is straight on.
I take a couple of more orders and travel to the bar. “I need a Glenlivet, a bourbon and Coke, and a whisky sour, please.”
“First in line, sweetheart, like I promised,” Sebastian says suggestively. Lord, do men’s dicks control all their thoughts?
After I load my tray, I return to the table and save Crooked Smile’s drink for last. Setting it down next to him, I can’t help but notice his pocket cards as he lifts them for a peek.
Looking at the flop, the cards the dealer has laid on the table, I see this guy has two pair.
He needs to bet aggressively and bully these men off the table. I can’t count the times I’ve lost with two pair.
“Excuse me, I’m Rick, and you are …?”
I snap out of my gaze as I realize he’s speaking to me. “New … I’m Vicky.” Smiling, I admire his sandy eyes, which match his brown hair.
“Nice to meet you, Vicky.”
“Nice to meet you.” Rick’s attractive and fit, appearing to be in his mid to late thirties. He’s younger than a lot of the men in the room but not the youngest.
A cream colored polo matches well with his eyes and navy pants, and I can’t miss the BVLGARI watch he’s wearing.
I’m interested in knowing what each of these men do at their day jobs. What career do they possess to bring in enough money to play poker in this room? I hear Elite’s not even the most expensive lounge to play in.
Chapter Eleven
Victoria
Sitting up abruptly, I rub my eyes. I’ve dozed off on the bus, which is an unsafe no-no for me. I don’t know how long I can keep up double shifts.
Of course, if I keep getting fifty dollar tips like Rick gave me, I could probably quit my day job. The thing is, it’s the interesting one.
When my inquisitive brain figures out a case, it’s like being handed a college diploma. I feel exhilarated and in control wearing that badge and pistol.
It’s the only thing that has ever made me feel alive–that is until I met Adrian.
The problem with that is I lose all sense of control when he’s near. I already have impulsivity issues.
Engaging with something that makes you feel alive but out of control is dangerous. He might as well be heroine.
As the bus rolls up to the stop, I begrudgingly drag my ass off the seat. My duffle bag is pulled firmly over my shoulder, and I step out into the breezy, warm air.
Too bad the exhaust from the bus suffocates the purity of it. I start my lazy stroll home, imagining my bed.
Getting closer to my building I spot the car out front and Reggie leaning against it. Wait, that’s not Reggie or his car.
Shit. My heart thumps harder, but my pace slows in an attempt to delay the inevitable.
“Hi, what are you doing here?” I ask Adrian once I approach his car.
“You were supposed to come see me,” he says tersely but vacant of expression.
“I know, and the confusing, intimate moments we’ve shared have me defying you
Shit, I don’t want her thinking something is going on between us. “Uh, I had an issue with a male guest my first day. It’s why I was moved here, so maybe it has something to do with that.”
“Alright, well, Kruse, can take you to see him tonight. He should be roaming around here.”
She’s waving her arm toward the open area of the room, her eyes already searching for him.
“Yes, ma’am–I mean Shannon.” Grabbing a tray from the bar, I hurry away before she can scold me further.
I’ve got news for Adrian. I’m not going to his office again. I try to clear my head of the confusing thoughts I’m having for him and plant a smile on my face.
A table of men in my area are about to start a new game, so I figure it’s a good time to approach them.
“Can I get you a drink?” I ask the closest guy. Taking a glimpse at me, he then does a double take.
“A Glenlivet 21 single malt please.”
He gives a crooked smile, but the interest he’s conveying through his unique sandy eyes is straight on.
I take a couple of more orders and travel to the bar. “I need a Glenlivet, a bourbon and Coke, and a whisky sour, please.”
“First in line, sweetheart, like I promised,” Sebastian says suggestively. Lord, do men’s dicks control all their thoughts?
After I load my tray, I return to the table and save Crooked Smile’s drink for last. Setting it down next to him, I can’t help but notice his pocket cards as he lifts them for a peek.
Looking at the flop, the cards the dealer has laid on the table, I see this guy has two pair.
He needs to bet aggressively and bully these men off the table. I can’t count the times I’ve lost with two pair.
“Excuse me, I’m Rick, and you are …?”
I snap out of my gaze as I realize he’s speaking to me. “New … I’m Vicky.” Smiling, I admire his sandy eyes, which match his brown hair.
“Nice to meet you, Vicky.”
“Nice to meet you.” Rick’s attractive and fit, appearing to be in his mid to late thirties. He’s younger than a lot of the men in the room but not the youngest.
A cream colored polo matches well with his eyes and navy pants, and I can’t miss the BVLGARI watch he’s wearing.
I’m interested in knowing what each of these men do at their day jobs. What career do they possess to bring in enough money to play poker in this room? I hear Elite’s not even the most expensive lounge to play in.
Chapter Eleven
Victoria
Sitting up abruptly, I rub my eyes. I’ve dozed off on the bus, which is an unsafe no-no for me. I don’t know how long I can keep up double shifts.
Of course, if I keep getting fifty dollar tips like Rick gave me, I could probably quit my day job. The thing is, it’s the interesting one.
When my inquisitive brain figures out a case, it’s like being handed a college diploma. I feel exhilarated and in control wearing that badge and pistol.
It’s the only thing that has ever made me feel alive–that is until I met Adrian.
The problem with that is I lose all sense of control when he’s near. I already have impulsivity issues.
Engaging with something that makes you feel alive but out of control is dangerous. He might as well be heroine.
As the bus rolls up to the stop, I begrudgingly drag my ass off the seat. My duffle bag is pulled firmly over my shoulder, and I step out into the breezy, warm air.
Too bad the exhaust from the bus suffocates the purity of it. I start my lazy stroll home, imagining my bed.
Getting closer to my building I spot the car out front and Reggie leaning against it. Wait, that’s not Reggie or his car.
Shit. My heart thumps harder, but my pace slows in an attempt to delay the inevitable.
“Hi, what are you doing here?” I ask Adrian once I approach his car.
“You were supposed to come see me,” he says tersely but vacant of expression.
“I know, and the confusing, intimate moments we’ve shared have me defying you
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