Filling his hand with her bare breast, he racked his brain for the name she had given him thirty minutes ago when Charles had introduced her to both him and Ian. Unfortunately, his mind was no more on her and her barely clothed body now than it had been when this party got underway over an hour ago. The thirty-fifth floor of the Empire Casino/Hotel owned by Charles Sandoval was reserved for Charles’s personal use, which included throwing parties such as this one for some of his wealthier friends and regular patrons in the casino, patrons who spent, and lost an obscene amount of money. Indulging them at these parties by providing women from an escort service also owned by Sandoval was an enticing lure to keep these particular friends coming back. He had tried for the past five days to get Charles to cancel this get-together but he had adamantly refused, despite the fact the three of them were supposed to meet Pasquino in a few hours. Sandoval had been very careful this past year both in dealing with Pasquino and in keeping their business under wraps, so careful neither he nor Ian had been able to get enough proof of his money laundering for the drug lord to use as leverage to get him to turn on his employer.
