Page 71 of Sinful Escape

Ooooh, so who’s the lucky guy?

No guy. I’m finally going to Monte Carlo casino

Nice. You’re gonna hook up with someone. I just know it

Yes, with the blackjack cards

And a hot random. Be ready, cause I know I’m right. Don’t forget, I want pics

I giggled.

Not going to happen

The pics?

The pics and the hot random

Just go with the flow. Hey, you might meet a rich prince

Or a spoiled brat addicted to gambling

Stop with the negative vibes. Hang those tits out and put on your beautiful smile, and men will be tripping over their own tongues to get to you

Very funny

I bet I’m right. Listen to me. Just because you fuck a guy you only just met doesn’t make you a slut. It makes you a normal 29 year old single woman

I guess so

You’ll love it. Do it for me. God knows when I’ll next get lucky. I feel like I’m 100 years old.

You don’t look it, babe

You haven’t seen me lately

My heart ached for her.

Ok, I’ve gotta go. Wish me luck

You look fucking hot. You are so gonna get lucky

I meant at the blackjack

LOL I’m serious, babe. Just don’t shut down a guy if he starts talking to you. Promise me at least that

Ok I promise

Luv ya. And don’t forget the pics

Damn, she was persistent.

Love you too

I had forty minutes before I met Roman. But with nothing else to do, I decided to head to the casino early. I placed my passport, phone, credit card, cash, and room key into my lovely gold clutch, secured the chain over my shoulder, and walked out my door.

Within fifteen minutes I was strolling toward the grand entrance of the world-famous Monte Carlo casino, and my nanna knickers were crawling their way up my ass.

Rolls Royce’s, Lamborghinis, and Aston Martins were queued up outside the entrance, reminding me I was heading into the realm of the rich and famous. Doing my best to retain my impersonation of a lady, I resisted reaching around to pluck the pesky fabric from my crack.

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