Page 9 of Triplets for the Russian Boss

“I need to see it, before I make any sort of bets with you,” Jerry says, sticking to his guns.

I’ve already gotten what I wanted from him. He’s sucked in, totally captivated by the idea of winning that much money. He’s already talking as though we have a deal.

Bubbles breaks our stare-down when she enters the room again. She’s carrying a bottle of craft beer on a silver platter. She knows my favorite, even though I didn’t tell her. She knows me from somewhere, but I don’t know why she’s trying to hide it.

Perhaps she doesn’t want others at the club to know that she knows me. Maybe there’s a conflict of interest somewhere, that I don’t know about. She’s piqued my curiosity though, so I’m determined to find out.

But first, we gamble.

“Wouldn’t you like some fresh air?” I ask Bubbles, as she sets the beer down in front of me.

Jerry springs up. “Do you want to see a million dollars in cash?” he asks her.

There it is. That’s the look I expect from Bubbles. Her eyes light up like someone just replaced her batteries, and she immediately becomes interested in this whole gambling fiasco. Money seems to be the ticket for every girl at this joint.

“Are we leaving?” Bubbles asks, taking a step back as I rise from the couch with my beer in hand.

“Just for a moment,” I reply, giving Jerry the side-eye for a moment. “Tonight is about to get a lot more exciting.”

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