Page 47 of Double or Nothing

Perfect.

Mac is standing close, closer than usual.

“I thought I said to quit being a dick, not be more of one.”

I shrug my shoulders, ignoring his comment.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Enjoying Vegas,” I say loudly, my arms extended in the air.

People cheer, and now that my presence is officially known, a crowd gathers around the table. I scope out the onlookers, looking for someone I know will irritate Kat. There’s a woman with red hair and oversized tits standing nearby. She’s perfect. Not for me, but definitely to piss Kat off. With a nod of my head, I summon her over, keeping an eye on Kat, who is now moving closer.

The redhead saunters toward me with a wicked smile and come-fuck-me eyes. I make no secret of how I check her out, my eyes looking her up and down, my tongue wetting my lips. I might look, but she isn’t doing a damn thing for me.

“Hello there, gorgeous. Want to blow me?”

Kat is standing off to the side, close enough to hear every word. She’s also close enough for me to hear the scoff of disgust she makes when I say it.

“Just the dice?” she asks, her fingers running down my chest.

“For now. We’ll move on to other things later.”

The woman leans in, presenting her tits to me like a damn gift, her lips purse, and she blows, soft and slow. I have to give her credit, the woman knows what she’s doing, and under different circumstances, I would have absolutely no problem seeing for myself what else she’s capable of.

The only purpose she’s serving tonight is to blow on my dice while pissing Kat off.

“Seven,” the dealer calls out. Apparently, she’s serving as my lucky charm, too.

“Looks like my luck is improving,” I say to her as I toy with a strand of her hair.

She turns slightly and looks behind her. A few seconds later, another woman approaches, a brunette whose boobs surpass that of the first woman in both size and magnitude.

“This is my friend. We’re both big fans and willing to blow whatever you need us to,” the red-haired woman informs me.

The newcomer nods excitedly, giving me a good representation of what she would look like blowing something. Kat sees it, based on her disgusted expression.

“Whatever I need, huh?” I let out a low whistle. “Oh, the possibilities.”

“Are you going to shoot the dice or what?” Kat snaps. Her cheeks flush the moment we lock eyes, her outburst giving her away. “You’re holding up the game.”

“Come on, Kitty Kat. Why don’t you come blow for me?”

She stalks over, cocks her head to the side as though she’s sizing me up.

“If only your dice were as big as your ego.”

“My dice are just fine. Would you like a reminder?”

“I remember just fine,” Kat replies.

Moving past Red, I take a step closer to Kat.

“Show me, Kat. Show me you remember how good we are together.”

“I said I remember. I said nothing about it being good,” she rebuts.

“Ouch.”

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