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“No, not tomorrow. Next weekend, not this one.”
I exhaled in relief. “Uhhh… sure. I’m in for that too.”
Coach Veraldi nodded again, and this time he did look up at me. His steel-grey eyes matched his hair so well he almost looked like a video game character.
“Keep it up son,” he said, waving the butt end of his pen at me. One eye snapped shut and opened again so fast, I almost couldn’t tell if it were an actual wink. “You didn’t hear this from me, but so far we like what we see.”
~ 44 ~
ARIANA
The floor of Tulalip casino literally buzzed with Saturday night activity. It was impossible to follow all the lights, the sounds, the excited chatter of couples sweeping arm-in-arm across the intricate black-and-red carpets. They snaked along through a chaotic maze of slot machines and dealer tables, moving between bars, clubs, and restaurants in a never-ending quest to get rich, have fun, or maybe even find love.
I, of course, had already found love. And lucky for me, I’d found it three times over.
“Be right back!”
I pushed off Zane and Axel’s broad, granite-like shoulders, leaving them sitting side by side at their respective slot machines. A quick walk later I was at the Blackjack table where I’d left Tyler. He sat in the same spot with his back to me, a stack of red and black chips growing slowly before him.
I leaned in, without touching him, not letting him know I was there. Putting my lips against his ear, I whispered hotly:
“Last night your friend came down my throat as I was coming…” I purred in my sexiest, sultriest voice. “And it was so. Fucking. Hot.”
Tyler didn’t look up, didn’t look back.
“Which friend?”
I chuckled softly at the salaciousness of the question. The fact it even had to be asked sent a bolt of heat rocketing through my body.
“Does it matter?” I asked wickedly.
He pushed a pair of chips forward, and into the betting circle. “No. Not really.”
“Good,” I purred. “Because I want it again.”
The cards were dealt. The dealer went bust. Everyone was paid out, and the stack of chips in Tyler’s betting circle doubled.
“Let it ride,” I murmured, letting my fingernails wander tantalizingly over the back of his neck.
The blackjack dealer — a middle-aged woman with a tightly-wound braid slung over one shoulder — looked at Tyler for his reaction. He smiled and left the bet where it was.
This time he was dealt an eight of spades and a three of diamonds. The dealer’s card was a five.
“What do you think?” he called over his shoulder. “Should I double down?”
The question was entirely rhetorical. Of course he already knew the answer.
I pushed forward, rubbing my tits over his back. “I would.”
“You double down most nights,” Tyler teased. He pushed an equal number of chips forward. “Sometimes triple.”
“Well that’s not my fault,” I shrugged, feigning innocence. “Sometimes a girl just can’t decide.”
“Have you decided tonight?”
I laughed. “Are you kidding? Have you seen our bed?”
We’d checked into the suite a few hours ago; a cavernous room, beautifully-decorated in the casino’s theme colors of black, white and red. We were supposed to get a deluxe with double-queen beds, which was exciting because I looked forward to getting passed from bed to bed all night. Instead, the hotel screwed up. In the center of the smoky glass windowed suite, high up on one of the top floors, we’d been given a single, California-sized king.
