by Adele Niles
Sighing, I put the lockbox back on my vanity, then dug my phone from my purse and unlocked it. Three hours until my flight. I had to be at the airport soon.
Good thing my bags were already packed.
I’d have just enough time to shower and change before I had to get my ride to the airport.
I undressed, tossed my uniform in the hamper, and walked to the bathroom naked. The hot water felt good on my skin, and I closed my eyes in pleasure.
I didn’t really want to be catching this flight, but I couldn’t keep putting it off.
Mom’s house wasn’t going to clean itself, and there was so much I had to sort through.
It had only been a few months, and it still hurt like hell to go back to her house and know she wasn’t there.
I wanted to keep the place; it was a nice house, and it contained a lot of good memories. Even if my mom and I had had a tumultuous relationship, I loved her. I’d loved her a lot.
I’d argued with her a lot, though. She’d wanted me to settle down with a man; she always told me I worked in the best place to meet a rich guy who would take care of me.
It hadn’t ever mattered to her that I didn’t want a rich man to take care of me. I wanted to be a self-made woman, a business owner without any help. I didn’t want to rely on a man to pay the rent on my bakery.
I finished my shower and dressed in comfy clothes. The flight to California wasn’t long, but I’d still be happier in leggings and a dress than jeans. As I donned my outfit, I looked at my dresser, where the one photo I had of me and my mom sat.
“Hey, Mom,” I said. She looked pretty in the picture, her gray hair combed back and held in place with a pearl clip. She always wore pearls; Pearl was her name, after all, so she let it be her signature accessory. I smiled, touching the picture. “I’ll be there soon.”
I turned, taking one last look around my room. I’d packed everything I needed. My phone charger was in my purse already, and I’d brought clothes suitable for sorting through my mom’s stuff. For a moment, I looked to the lockbox on my vanity.
Maybe I needed a little cash on hand.
I’d certainly made a good amount of money today. One guy had tipped me fifty dollars—unusual, since I’d been at a low dollar table today.
He’d been really handsome. Brown hair, blue eyes, dressed in what was probably an Armani suit. He’d been the most polite guy at my table.
He’d looked at me plenty, but I almost hadn’t minded with him.
Guys like him were rare at the low dollar tables. He looked like he should have been in the high roller room, but he’d stayed at my table until my shift ended.
I bit my lip and shook my head, deciding not to take any money out of the lockbox. I moved it to my closet, not wanting my roommate to go snooping.
With that, I grabbed my bags and headed out. My ride was on its way, and I wanted to be waiting outside when they got to the apartment.
Two
Abel
I loved staying in the Bellagio. It was a stunning hotel; the architecture was beautiful, and the art installations were some of the best on the strip. I especially loved the glass flowers suspended from the ceiling in one of the lobbies.
But gambling there wasn’t to my taste. I liked the older casinos for gambling; they reminded me of the golden years of Vegas. In the right place, you could almost expect to see Frank Sinatra, Elizabeth Taylor, or one of the Kennedys walk through the door. They were a little dated, but there was still some old Hollywood glamour there. The Nugget was one of my favorites, and quieter than the newer hotels.
That led to a pretty good amount of luck.
I let myself into my hotel room and sighed, taking off my Rolex and unbuttoning my suit jacket. I’d had a good night tonight. The table hadn’t allowed high-dollar bets, but it had been fun to sit and gamble without worrying. And in the end, I’d managed to come out a few hundred dollars richer than when I’d walked in.
Not bad at all.
I sighed to myself, pulling my phone from my back pocket. I had a voicemail from my assistant, asking me to call her back. I did so, sitting down on my bed.
“Mr. Morris, hello!” Rachel’s cheery voice came over the line. She was a great assistant—professional, and always excited to do her job.
“Hey, Rachel,” I said. “How’re things?”
She chuckled. “San Francisco is quiet without you. But I’m calling with good news! I got confirmations for your meetings tomorrow. Both of the restaurants you were looking at agreed. You have one at ten a.m., the other at two p.m.”
“Perfect.” I smiled. “How about the paperwork? Where are we on the Ortiz deal?”
I heard the smile in her voice. “All set. The papers got here today.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I laughed. “That’s awesome news.”
Rachel laughed with me. “I’m glad. Hey, how’s Vegas? Have you won big yet?”
“I had a good day, but I’m just getting warmed up. Had a good run at the Nugget, though.”
And the girl at the table had been a knockout.
I thought about her for a moment. Striking blue eyes, wavy brown hair, gorgeous curves. Her uniform had fit her perfectly, hugging her body.
Her tits had looked fantastic.
I felt my cock stirring and bit my lip. “Well, Rachel, I’m gonna head to bed. Kinda tired, you know?”
“Of course. I’ll email you the documents for your meetings tomorrow. Have a good night, sir.”
“Good night.”
I hung up the phone and undressed, hanging my suit. I walked into the bathroom of my suite and turned on the shower. The room was soon filled with steam, and I sighed, stepping into the warm water and closing my eyes.
I pictured the girl from the casino. Gorgeous smile, incredible body. The lipstick she’d been wearing was perfect for her.
My cock twitched.
I imagined her smiling as I undressed her, revealing fair skin and ample curves. I guided her to my bed in the suite, laying her down and pushing her legs apart. She moaned as soon as I touched her, already dripping for me.
“Gorgeous girl,” I murmured out loud, leaning on the shower wall. I stroked myself slowly, lost in the fantasy.
I wished I’d gotten her name.
I imagined pushing into her slowly, feeling her heat around my cock. She moaned in response, wrapping both arms around me and pulling me closer to her. My hands moved to her hips, holding her steady as I started to thrust.
Each time I moved, she moaned, or squealed, her nails digging into my back. She kissed my neck hungrily, but suddenly dropped her head back, moaning out loud as I fucked her harder.
I grunted with her, my hips slamming forward until I was done. I buried myself deep in her as I came. She shook under me, nails cutting into my shoulder as she held me closer.
I let go of my softening cock, shifting forward into the water.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
I had to find her again.
* * * * *
I was back at the Nugget. The past four days had been busy, but I always came and spent a few hours here at night. It was my favorite place to gamble, and I was still trying to find the mystery girl.
I was feeling good tonight. I’d closed a few deals, and now I was enjoying a martini while I played blackjack.
The guy dealing was a dick, though. Older, clearly not that interested in being here. He wasn’t even interacting with his players. I’d still leave him a tip, but not what I tipped most of my dealers.
I reached for my martini, looking at the cards in my hand. As I looked down, somebody approached the dealer. I looked up, realizing the man who’d just arrived must have been the pit boss.
“Max, finish this hand, and then you’re done for today. Jodee’s coming to relieve you.”
Jodee. I hadn’t met anyone by that name in the past few days.
Maybe it was her.
We finished the hand. The other guy at the table with me won; I raise
d my glass toward him, giving him a smile. He deserved it. He’d hit twenty; I’d held at eighteen, and the house had gone over.
With the hand done, Max left the table. A guard escorted him away, and another guard approached, leading a curvy, brown-haired woman.
She met my eye and smiled shyly.
I smiled back.
It was her.
I pushed a chip worth fifty dollars forward—the maximum bet for this table. She took it.
Her fingers brushed mine.
My cock twitched immediately.
“Jodee. Good to meet you.”
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