Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“What happens when you figure me out?”
“I might be able to get some sleep.” I slip back into my seat, not loving his answer. His hand comes to my thigh. “Not because I’ll grow bored. You keep me on my toes, Ace. I’ve been chasing your ass all over town.”
“That might never change.” I smirk back at him.
“Maybe so, but I can make sure that you're mine.” I stare into his eyes for a long moment, realizing how serious he is about this. He doesn’t need to play any games. I’m sure he could bed almost any woman in Vegas. Why chase me if it didn’t mean something?
“We’re here, boss,” the driver informs us.
I take Bo’s hand when I slip out of the SUV. He keeps my hand fastened in his as we walk into the front of his casino.
“Don’t you have a secret back entrance or something?” I ask when I notice people turn to watch us. There is no missing this man and his presence.
“I do, but this needs to be done.” He slides his fingers between mine.
“How did you not draw so much attention that day when you sat down at the table with me?”
“I control everything that happens inside my casino.”
“I’m really never going to be able to count cards in this town again.” I huff. There is no way this isn’t getting around. The deeper we make our way into the casino, the more people turn to stare.
“You can count cards here anytime you want.”
“What’s the point of that? Might as well just give me the money.”
“If you wish.” I almost misstep, but Bo makes sure I don’t stumble. His arm wraps around to snag me and pull me close. Damn. I thought I was getting better in heels.
“Thanks.” I lick my lips. My body pressed up against his feels so right. I melt into him.
“For catching you or giving you money?”
“I’m not a—”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Ace.” A dark expression of warning takes over his face.
“I’m not scared of you.” I smile up at him. “I should be, but for some reason I’m not.” It’s the truth.
“Good.” He leans down, pressing his mouth to mine. I part my lips, wanting to taste him again. It’s all the opening Bo needs. He deepens the kiss. I sink my fingers into the front of his shirt, lifting up on my tiptoes, but as I do, he pulls back suddenly.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe out.
“Not here.” His words break me from the spell I’d fallen under. The sounds of the casino come rushing in around me. Heat rushes to my face. If people weren't staring before, I’m sure they are now.
“We’re only kissing. Why is everyone so dang nosy about you?” I say under my breath.
“I don’t drag women across my casino floor. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever touched one.”
“Really?” I’m shocked by his words. Never in a million years would I have guessed that.
“Told you, Ace. You’re different.” He snags my hand again and leads me towards the same bank of elevators we used the other day. “Has everyone arrived?” Bo asks the man standing next to the elevator.
“Yes, sir.” He hits the button for us. The doors slide open.
“Who is everyone?” I ask when the doors close again, leaving us alone. I’m not a fan of surprises. I’ve had enough of those for a lifetime.
“I need you to trust me.” Bo sinks his fingers into my hair, making me maintain eye contact with him.
“Why should I trust you, Bo?” I want to. But I’m so used to not trusting anyone outside of my inner circle that it’s hard for me to lower that shield. While I might not physically fear him, he could for sure destroy my heart. He’s every dirty book dream I have had wrapped up in a nice little bow. Things never come in a bow this easily. Life taught me that. If it’s too good to be true, then it usually is.
“What reason would I have to mislead you?” I stare into his dark eyes. My stomach tightens, and even my stupid heart flutters because he’s not wrong.
“You’re right.”
“Fuck,” he suddenly mutters. Not the response you’d think one would get after admitting to someone they are right.
“What?” I dig my fingers into his button-up shirt. I suddenly fear him agreeing with me about why I should trust him. He could have anyone. Bet he could even buy a virgin without all the trouble. “I’m just a chase?”
“I lied.”
“But you said you’d never—”
“I didn’t mean to, but I would, to keep you. I’d mislead you a thousand times if it meant I could keep you as mine.” His words should upset me, but they do the exact opposite. They are sweet but scary.
“But for how long?” I really might only be a challenge.