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She meant 25 years old.

It was going to be a pricey glass of liquor – probably a thousand dollars per shot.

Fuck it.

If Mr. Lau didn’t cover it, I would use my winnings at the casino. Han had already transferred plenty of his boss’s money into my pockets via poker.

“That will be fine,” I said.

“Alriiiiiight, the good stuff,” Han said approvingly. While the bartender poured my drink, he asked, “So – you into this weird shit?”

I’m into a few things you’d probably consider strange, Mr. Han.

“No, just curious,” I said.

And it was true. I didn’t go in for the more ‘exotic’ sights on display.

My tastes were far simpler…

Though I was sure they would be looked down upon by Mr. Han.

And quite probably my brothers…

Which is why I kept them secret.

The bartender nudged a glass of Scotch over to me.

“Thank you,” I said as I reached for my wallet –

“Your money’s no good here,” Han said.

“Thank you.”

“Sure. If you see something else you like,” Han said, gesturing towards the lingerie-clad women in the lounge, “get whatever you want.”

I looked around the room, mildly curious but mostly disinterested –

Until I saw an Asian woman walking across the floor.

She was stunning.

Waves of curly dark hair framed her round face.

Her smoky eye shadow set off the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen.

Her cheekbones were amazing, and her sensual lips were painted a dark crimson.

She wore a black cheongsam – the traditional tight-fitting Chinese dress with a high neck, short sleeves, and a slit all the way up her thigh.

Thanks to that slit, I caught a glimpse of her magnificent legs as she strolled between tables.

She exuded poise, grace, confidence, and a sultry femininity that left me slack-jawed.

“I just found what I want,” I said to Han, then broke away from him and headed towards the woman.

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Iquickly walked over and put myself directly in her path. “Hello.”

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