“And I don’t think I’m very good at it,” she muttered to herself as she rubbed her hands down the sides of her net stockinged legs. She hadn’t had time to change out of the skimpy black satin costume she wore as one of the roving photographers at Cicero’s, the high-style gambling casino that had taken Las Vegas by storm. In the few short months since it opened, it had become the place to see the best shows. It had also turned into the hottest gambling facility in the area, and the Las Vegas experts predicted that it couldn’t have gone any other way. Hadn’t Dash Colby, born John Dasher Colby to an old-money family in Boston, done the same thing in Atlantic City at the Xanadu and at a casino in the Grand Cayman Islands? Hadn’t he also done well in the restaurant business in San Francisco, London, and New York?Lotus had no interest in Dash Colby, the boss she had never seen. Three short weeks ago she had come to work here for one purpose only. She 0was going to find out who had forged her uncle’s signature and used his credit card to run up monumental debts not only in Cicero’s, but also in Atlantic City at the Xanadu.
