Vegas Curves (A Masters Of The Game BBW Erotic Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
My foot touches the floor just as I catch the flick of the dealer's eyes toward someone behind me. A heartbeat later, a hand firmly cups my elbow and I know I am busted. Rule number 1 -- The House always wins. Rule number 2 -- If the House isn't winning, you must be cheating. The house is losing and, sure enough, I am cheating. Only getting caught this time means more than a trip to jail -- it means a dead sister. "Miss Lafayette, that was quite a streak of luck." His grip tightening, my captor slowly draws me the rest of the way off the stool. "Genuinely stirring to watch." With the mystery man knowing my name, I have zero chance of convincing him luck has anything to do with it. Still, I have to try -- Rose is counting on me. Forcing a smile to my face, I turn to look at him. Damn! I suck a breath in, wondering why a Vegas casino would hire a male runway model to work security. The man holding my arm falls somewhere between smoldering hot and achingly beautiful despite the neatly trimmed beard and mustache.
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