loud, crowded room to the elevator. When the doors opened, several people followed them inside. Travis pressed the number for the floor above the casino.
The doors opened and she followed Travis off the elevator.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
He gestured in front of them. She walked down a short hall to an atrium with several meeting rooms. Travis knocked on the second door on the left.
“Come in.”
Connor opened the door. “There you are.”
Inside, Erik sat at a big oval table made of rich, dark, gleaming wood, and the chairs were leather. There was a sitting area with a couch and easy chairs at the other end of the room. A bar fridge stood off to the side.
“So who have we here?” Erik asked.
“I thought we needed a fourth for our game.”
Connor and Erik looked devastatingly handsome in their classy dark suits, ties, and white shirts. And imposing.
Even though she stood before them in an unflattering, boxy suit, with glasses on and her hair tied back like a cliché librarian, the glitter in their eyes, especially Connor’s, sent heat shimmering through her.
“Of course. And what a lovely addition.” Erik held out his hand for a handshake. As soon as his big hand enveloped hers, she felt shivers dance along her skin.
There was something about this role-playing—pretending they didn’t know each other—that made everything more exciting.
“I’m … uh … Lindsay Reed.”
“And I’m Connor.” Connor shook her hand next. Before he released it, his finger brushed against the underside of her wrist, sending quivers through her.
“A glass of wine?” Connor asked.
“Yes, please.”
Travis drew back one of the rolling leather chairs and gestured for her to sit down. She set her purse on the table and dug inside for the chips they’d given her before she left the penthouse. The ones she was pretending to have left over from gambling at the blackjack table. She set them on the table, but her stack was extremely tiny compared to the huge stacks Erik, Travis, and Connor had.
The faster for me to lose and get to the exciting bit. Excitement quivered through her.
Connor set a stemmed glass of white wine in front of her and handed a tall glass of beer to Travis. Erik shuffled the cards and dealt them out.
Lindsay won the first hand with a pair of kings, but lost the second hand even though she had three twos. Travis, with his four sixes, scooped away the pile of chips including half her winnings. Over the next several hands she lost more than she won, until finally she only had fifty dollars left.
Connor dealt the cards and she picked up her hand. Just a mishmash, but when she drew new cards, she wound up with all spades. Everyone started betting and the pot grew. Unfortunately, Erik raised an amount she couldn’t cover.
“It looks like Lindsay could be out of the game,” Connor said.
“That’s true.” Travis smiled. “If you lose this hand, you’ve got nothing left.”
Erik raised an eyebrow. “So, Miss Reed, how much do you want to stay in the game?”
“I’d like to keep playing until I win the money I need.”
Erik sat back in his chair and smiled. “I have an idea. Why don’t we give you back all the money you have in the pot, and you can bet something else?”
“Like what?” she asked innocently.
Connor eyed her. “That’s a very nice suit, but I would love to see you lose it, and take off the blouse.”
A tremor of excitement rippled through her at the thought of sitting here with the men in their full suits and her in her bra and skirt.
She stared at the pot, as if carefully considering the situation. “Okay, let’s do it.”
Travis grabbed her chips from the pot and slid them back to her. She stacked them in front of her.
“So, Lindsay, what do you have?”
She grinned. “I’m sorry to tell you boys that…” She flipped over her cards. “I have a flush.”
“That is too bad.” Connor didn’t look disappointed at all as he turned over his
The doors opened and she followed Travis off the elevator.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
He gestured in front of them. She walked down a short hall to an atrium with several meeting rooms. Travis knocked on the second door on the left.
“Come in.”
Connor opened the door. “There you are.”
Inside, Erik sat at a big oval table made of rich, dark, gleaming wood, and the chairs were leather. There was a sitting area with a couch and easy chairs at the other end of the room. A bar fridge stood off to the side.
“So who have we here?” Erik asked.
“I thought we needed a fourth for our game.”
Connor and Erik looked devastatingly handsome in their classy dark suits, ties, and white shirts. And imposing.
Even though she stood before them in an unflattering, boxy suit, with glasses on and her hair tied back like a cliché librarian, the glitter in their eyes, especially Connor’s, sent heat shimmering through her.
“Of course. And what a lovely addition.” Erik held out his hand for a handshake. As soon as his big hand enveloped hers, she felt shivers dance along her skin.
There was something about this role-playing—pretending they didn’t know each other—that made everything more exciting.
“I’m … uh … Lindsay Reed.”
“And I’m Connor.” Connor shook her hand next. Before he released it, his finger brushed against the underside of her wrist, sending quivers through her.
“A glass of wine?” Connor asked.
“Yes, please.”
Travis drew back one of the rolling leather chairs and gestured for her to sit down. She set her purse on the table and dug inside for the chips they’d given her before she left the penthouse. The ones she was pretending to have left over from gambling at the blackjack table. She set them on the table, but her stack was extremely tiny compared to the huge stacks Erik, Travis, and Connor had.
The faster for me to lose and get to the exciting bit. Excitement quivered through her.
Connor set a stemmed glass of white wine in front of her and handed a tall glass of beer to Travis. Erik shuffled the cards and dealt them out.
Lindsay won the first hand with a pair of kings, but lost the second hand even though she had three twos. Travis, with his four sixes, scooped away the pile of chips including half her winnings. Over the next several hands she lost more than she won, until finally she only had fifty dollars left.
Connor dealt the cards and she picked up her hand. Just a mishmash, but when she drew new cards, she wound up with all spades. Everyone started betting and the pot grew. Unfortunately, Erik raised an amount she couldn’t cover.
“It looks like Lindsay could be out of the game,” Connor said.
“That’s true.” Travis smiled. “If you lose this hand, you’ve got nothing left.”
Erik raised an eyebrow. “So, Miss Reed, how much do you want to stay in the game?”
“I’d like to keep playing until I win the money I need.”
Erik sat back in his chair and smiled. “I have an idea. Why don’t we give you back all the money you have in the pot, and you can bet something else?”
“Like what?” she asked innocently.
Connor eyed her. “That’s a very nice suit, but I would love to see you lose it, and take off the blouse.”
A tremor of excitement rippled through her at the thought of sitting here with the men in their full suits and her in her bra and skirt.
She stared at the pot, as if carefully considering the situation. “Okay, let’s do it.”
Travis grabbed her chips from the pot and slid them back to her. She stacked them in front of her.
“So, Lindsay, what do you have?”
She grinned. “I’m sorry to tell you boys that…” She flipped over her cards. “I have a flush.”
“That is too bad.” Connor didn’t look disappointed at all as he turned over his
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