Stuffed

“I thought it was a furniture store. Our neighborhood is going downhill.”

I take off my sneakers and put on black heels. After a few months of training I’m finally starting to get good at walking in them.

“I mean, if I just lose a few pounds I’ll fit. It’s not going to kill me.” I put on lip gloss before fluffing my hair. Diamond takes the lip gloss from me and puts it on.

“It’s your body; you can do whatever you want. It probably wouldn’t kill me to work out a little too. Taking the stairs up to our floor is killer.”

“You take the elevator,” I point out, but we are on the seventh floor of our apartment building.

“I know, but what if one day I might need to take them?”

“You just want to see if there are hot men at the gym.”

“It’s not like there are any here.”

It’s true. Most of the guys here are three times my age. Although that doesn’t stop them from hitting on the girls. I haven’t had that happen to me yet, but I’ve also been in slacks and a black button-up shirt until today. Now that I’m dolled up and done with training, I’m ready to see what I can do.

“Isn’t that the truth,” I murmur as I close our locker. We make our way up to our shift area and I’m surprised when I get the high roller section and a few tables in the poker room.

“Good luck.” Diamond winks at me before she goes off to her section.

I wonder if this is some kind of test to see if I can handle this. Noah, my manager, says I’m a little too shy.

“The uniform looks good on you,” Noah says, and I turn around in time to see my boss running his eyes over me. He clearly doesn’t think my boobs are hanging out too much.

“Thanks.” His compliment feels creepy, but I think it’s because he keeps on staring at me.

I straighten my shoulders and grab my tray to relieve Cara on the floor. As I get my first round of drinks for the high roller area, I slowly make my way around delivering each cocktail. After a little while, I notice tips are way more than normal. One guy even put his number on the back of a hundred and told me to keep the change.

As much as it sucks to make money because of my tits, god, could I use the cash. This place pays more than any other job I’ve ever had.

After my group of high rollers are situated, I step into the poker room. As I move around, I feel a shift. I glance around the giant room and notice it’s only half full at the moment. By the end of the night there won’t be an empty seat. My eyes land on a table occupied by men, which isn’t abnormal. From the looks of it, it’s a bachelor party in full swing, and I try to control my groan. Bachelor parties are the worst. Sucky tips, grabby hands, and always a drunken mess to clean up.

All of them are hooting and hollering together and having a good time, so I try to put on my best smile. Thankfully it’s only one of my two tables in the room, so I can manage.

While I walk over, the guys get louder, and there’s lots of cheering. It’s clear they’re all in this to have a good night. Well, almost all of them. One man sitting at the table is staring right at me.

And for some reason he looks absolutely pissed.

Chapter Two

Rogue

“The bet is to you, sir,” the dealer reminds me, and I don’t look as I reach down and toss a chip in the middle of the table.

My eyes are on the dark-haired beauty across the room who’s making her way toward us.

“Rogue, you just threw down a five-hundred-dollar chip,” my brother Angus complains. “It’s still early and you’re not getting out of this that easy.” His voice is low, but there’s no chance the other guys at the table heard him.

We’re here to celebrate our childhood best friend Franky getting hitched. He wanted to come to Vegas and have a big blow-out, but I declined. Several times. Angus finally showed up at my house the day of and said I didn’t have a choice. It didn’t help that I was the only one in our group that lived here. Angus is only in for the weekend, but he’ll do his best to torture me until he’s gone.

Franky and his boys from back home shout as someone throws in their hand. I’m still not looking when it comes back around to me and this time Angus grabs a chip and throws it in. I can’t even tell you what cards I’m holding, but as she gets closer, I realize I could describe every detail of her lips.