Morrison (Caldwell Brothers)

Her friends walk by, all of them looking me over, appraising me. She is interested, and they know it. That’s what first-class ass does. They don’t make the decision on their own. No, they have a board of little debutant directors.

I watch as they nod at her with approval. As far as she and her friends are concerned, this isn’t going to be a challenge: She is definitely getting a piece of this quadruple-approved ass.

But it’s not enough of a game for me. Even though I’d love to tap into that, she hasn’t earned the right to get on this ride, not yet, anyway. As a result, when I see an open spot at a table, I decide to ignore First Class and do the job I came for.

As soon as my butt hits the chair, the dealer throws the cards down on the table, and I pick them up. Five-card draw and I am holding two queens and a jack. Not great odds, but I throw some extra chips on the pile and up the ante. Then I throw three cards back, keeping my queens, and get three in return. I now hold another queen and an ace in my hand—three of a kind, ace is high.

The feeling of calmness washes over me. I know I’m gonna win, and when I do, I look around to see the same crew of girls checking me out.

Still not interested in them or their friend, I decide to call it a night at the tables. I’m up enough to put this game on hold. I walk toward the window to cash in my chips.

She isn’t in my direct path, but with a few movements, she slinks right in front of me, looking expectant.

I brush against her as I walk by, and she makes no attempt to move, giving me a whiff of her money with a hint of sweet, expensive perfume.

After cashing in, I head toward the exit, deciding to go to Omni since the night is still young.

A kaleidoscope of lights cascades through the main part of the club and a DJ plays some tune that attracts the crowd as I walk in. This place is four stories high and architecturally impressive. Between its dome ceiling and pillars and being filled with beautiful ass, bumping, grinding, moving, it’s electric.

I don’t go to the dance floor, though. I walk to the bar.

“Sparkling water, please, on the rocks.” The guy looks at me funny. “Listen up, man. I’m gonna tip you well, regardless of what I drink.”

He nods, then goes to get my order.

While waiting, I watch as the girls from earlier make their way to the dance floor. As they dance, they look around, trying not to be obvious. However, when one of the girl’s eyes meet mine, they all lean into a huddle—the boardroom.

I swivel my stool so I am again facing the bar, and moments later, someone is at my side. I don’t have to wonder who it is, either—I smell her. She is determined. I’ll give her that, and possibly the release she is so obviously looking for.

I look at the bar where her hands are resting and see a small indentation of where a ring once sat. Glancing up again, I see her smile.

“You wanna go back to my place?” I question, knowing it will give me her tell. Will she continue trying to play this game, or will she let the player run the table?

She tries to look annoyed, but then she smiles. “I have a room here.”

I nod, then take a drink, in no hurry to tell her either yes or not interested. This doesn’t knock her off her presumptuous pedestal; it just tilts it a bit, making her a little vulnerable, which is where she needs to be.

She shifts in her slides, a little less poised, and I turn my stool to look at her, eye-fucking her from head to toe. I am judging her like the show pony she is, while she is crawling out of her skin, waiting for my response. I don’t give her one, though.

She tries to get some control back by asking, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I’m not into relationships,” I tell her honestly, letting her know before shit goes down that I’m no prize to be brought home to Daddy.

“I’m recently single, too. No desire to jump into another.”

“I can tell.” I take another sip, then grab her hand and hold it up, rubbing my thumb across the indentation. She takes in a quick breath, and I stare into her eyes. “Let’s go to your room and make you forget all about it. When you go home, you can remember this night, and relish your little secret. Because what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

Chapter Six

Everything happened so fast. Jamie really had asked her husband for a divorce, and he’d compromised by arranging for her to have a shithole apartment so she could have some time to herself. He cut her off financially once she actually did leave him and moved into said shithole. What he didn’t know was she had been taking online classes for years and gotten a degree in medical billing, and she’s already lined up a job for herself so she can get by.