"Are you wet for me, Pixie?"
"Just shut up and fuck me…"
"Jason, my name is Jason."
I envelop her in my arms, lift her tiny frame, and deposit her in bed, where we spend the next few hours doing some dirty, filthy things that make even me blush.
She's in my arms in bed, and we're whispering secrets.
"When did you start playing cards?"
"I was young, maybe 9-10. My dad noticed I was good with numbers."
"Did he teach you?"
"He taught me the games and some ways you could cheat. But I figured it all out easily once I knew the rules."
"Did he actually take you to a gambling hall?"
"Nah, he just wanted to win from his friends. I was happy to have his attention."
"With your brains, how come you didn't get a college scholarship?"
"I had a partial one, but living expenses were high. I already had a part-time job, and it wasn't cutting it. Gambling was easy money for me."
"Do you gamble often?" I ask, intrigued.
"This is the first time since I finished college. I worked hard at school and love my work."
"Why didn't you borrow the money?"
"Are you going to keep interrogating me all day long?"
"I thought we were having a conversation." I place a kiss on her nose.
"I didn't want it to seem that it was really easy to get the money. Otherwise, he'd ask for more."
"But you are risking everything by gambling. My security software caught you."
She winces at that. "I guess things have changed in the gambling world. I just did what I knew how to do."
"Promise me you won't do it again."
"Why do you care?" Her eyes are shadowed as she asks.
"I've cared from the moment I saw you through the security feed."
"I won't do it again, Jason. I promise. But then I'm really going to need your help."
"You have it. Anything you want. Anything you need."
I know I sound intense, but I can't help myself. This gorgeous woman brings it out of me. And I still don't know her name.
"I can't keep calling you pixie. What's your name?"
"I should make you earn it,” she teases. “It's Amber, Amber Williams."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman."