“Do you play poker?” he asked. “It’s been a while.” My cheeks flushed as soon as I spoke. Damn it. I remembered my game of strip poker with Mr. Cheap Poker. “I know how to play … but I’m not very good,” I lied. “I like to play with everyone in my department,” he said as he glanced down at my short skirt. “What kind of poker?” I felt blood rushing through my legs. I sat down and began fiddling with papers on my desk. “Not strip poker, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He chuckled and let his eyes rest on my cleavage for a moment. “Of course not.” I blushed and squirmed in my chair. My little girl had a mind of her own. “Texas Hold’em will have to do you. I’ve booked a room at a private club tomorrow night. Make yourself available.” “Yes sir.” I smiled. “I’ll be out of the office for the rest of the day. Call my security detail and tell them to meet me in the garage.” “Okay. Have a nice day,” I said as I picked up the phone. After I made the call I ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water over my face.
