Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Seven.” Shellby calls.
A ripple of approval spreads through the gathered onlookers. Shellby pushes a stack of golden chips to me. I sweep them toward myself, loosening my tie at the collar and pushing my sleeves up just enough to reveal the sharp cut of my Michael Kors watch beneath my wrist.
“Hot tonight,” purrs a voice at my shoulder.
I turn. A gorgeous woman, short blond hair tucked neatly behind her ear, is watching me with a smile. A golden dress clings to her frame, her manicured nails tapping lightly against the side of a champagne flute. Next to her is a woman with long red hair cascading over one shoulder, the deep crimson of her lips matching the flush on her cheeks. She wears a sleek black dress with thin gold chains draped over her collarbones.
The blonde smirks at me. “Pia. My name.”
“Pleasure.”
The redhead crosses to my other side and wraps her arms around my bicep. “And I’m Serafina, darling. Your luck holding out?” Her voice is low and husky. She could be a phone sex operator.
“We’ll have to see.” I roll the dice again. They skitter across the table, landing cleanly.
"Eleven!"
The table erupts with a chorus of approval. Shellby slides another pile of chips toward me. Pia’s hand finds my arm, her fingers light and soft as silk.
She glances at Serafina. “I think we’ve found our entertainment for the evening.”
Serafina’s eyes narrow slightly, a faint smile curving her lips. “At this rate, we may have to buy him a drink.”
I chuckle. “Only if I lose.”
I pick up the dice again, feeling the heat of the moment between my fingers.
The crowd presses in tighter. The dice tumble across the goldenrod felt, clinking against the back wall before spinning to a stop.
“Eight!”
Another win. Pia’s hand slides further down my arm, her gold rings cool against my skin.
“Maybe you should let it ride,” Serafina says, tightening her grip on my other arm.
I run my fingers through the growing stack of chips. “Maybe I should.”
If I keep this up, I could very well end up with that threesome I was hoping for.
I gather the dice again, rolling them between my fingertips. The weight of them feels good—solid. I catch Serafina’s eye as I toss them across the table.
They bounce, rattling against the back wall again before settling.
“Nine!”
A burst of cheers follows. Pia whispers into my ear. “You’re on fire.”
Her words send a rush of blood to my cock.
“You always this lucky, stud?” Serafina asks in my other ear, making me even harder.
I flash her a smile. “Guess you’ll have to tell me.”
Serafina grins at Pia. “I like this one.”
Pia leans in, her champagne flute brushing the side of my jacket. “One more roll? See what fate has in store for you?”
I hold her gaze for a long moment. Then, without breaking eye contact with Pia, I toss the dice again.
They tumble, spinning fast.
“Snake eyes.”
Fuck.
A groan sweeps through the onlookers. I lean over the table, tapping my fingers against the felt as Shellby sweeps a portion of my winnings away.
Pia’s eyes gleam as she pouts her lips. “Looks like the luck’s shifting.”
I pick up the dice again, rolling them between my fingers. “Maybe. Or maybe it was a fluke.”
Serafina’s smile turns sharp. "Or maybe you just need a little extra motivation."
She grabs my ass and squeezes it hard.
Pia gazes toward an older man standing behind us—a silver-haired figure in an impeccably tailored suit, his eyes cold and assessing. A salt-and-pepper goatee frames the lower half of his face. He’s grimacing at us.
My jaw tightens. I’ve seen this man before. He’s a regular at the club.
And something tells me one of the two women clinging to me is his guest.
“Are you with him?” I ask Pia.
“We both are.” She walks her fingers up my arm.
Fuck. Both of them?
I whip my arms out of their grasp. “But you can only bring one guest to Aces. That’s one of the hard and fast rules.”
Serafina giggles. “Rules are meant to be broken. Our friend over there has enough influence with the higher-ups here that he’s allowed a second guest.”
So he’s rich, and probably in bed with Rouge.
Not the kind of guy I want to piss off.
“If you came as his guests,” I say, “you really should be spending time with him.”
Serafina laughs. “We come here for the free booze. Our host knows that, and he respects that. He looks good just having the two of us on his arm when he walks in. That’s all the service we need to provide.”
Pia grins. “Besides, it would appear he’s found some company of his own.”
I look at the older gentleman again, and sure enough, he’s running his hands up and down the arms of one of the waitresses. A tall blond woman, wearing the same skimpy black bikini as the rest of her coworkers. On her left shoulder a red diamond, and on her right the number nine.