No Limit (Armed & Dangerous #1)(6)

“I can’t spend this,” she gasped, refusing to take them. “I’ll get my own.”

I pushed them toward her and chuckled. “Tonight’s on me. Let’s just say it’s an apology for being a dick.”

“What if you’re a dick tomorrow? Does that mean you’ll give me two grand?”

I winked. “Only if you promise to win it back.”

“What if I don’t?”

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, placing my hands on her bare shoulders. “Then you’ll owe me.”

“Or,” she murmured low, tilting her head to the side. “I can just kick your ass. What happens if I earn your money back and then some?”

“Then I’ll stop f*cking with you. But you’re more than welcome to try and kick my ass. You’ll have to do it in that dress though.”

Snickering, she started toward the Blackjack table. “You are so gonna regret saying that.”

“Oh yeah? How come?”

Looking back at me, she grinned wide. “You’ll see.”

Taking a seat at the table, she was up against two other men who couldn’t stop making side glances at her. I wasn’t the only one enamored. The best part was she didn’t even notice the attention. She put her chips on the table and waited for the first card; it was a four of spades. I waited on her to ask me for guidance, but she didn’t. She tapped the table for another card, and then another, smirking at me over her shoulder.

Kneeling down, I put my arm around her chair. “You dirty little liar. You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” She won the match and pocketed an extra two hundred dollars.

“Of course, I do. I’d have been stupid not to. So stand back and watch how it’s done. After tonight, you’re going to get over yourself and work with me. Deal?”

She held out her hand. The girl was sly, I had to give her that. Her trick reminded me of something I’d do. Taking her hand, I pulled her to me. “Deal. But sooner or later you’re going to play against me. Let’s see how you do then.”





For the rest of the night, Jason watched me go from table to table, winning some and losing some. Luckily, I was able to earn over a thousand dollars. The only downside was that none of the men we’d been searching for visited the casino.

“Where do you think they are?” I asked, getting into the elevator. “These men are well-known. Surely, someone at these casinos knows them.”

“I have no doubt, but we can’t go around asking questions. We don’t want anyone getting suspicious. It’s not something we can risk right now.”

“What about tailing them?”

The elevator door opened. “Tried that, didn’t work. I’ve even ridden by the ranch where the girls live. It’s like the playboy mansion on steroids. I’m sure any woman would sell her body to live there. The only way you get in, is if you pay. And I’m not talking just a hundred dollars.”

“How much?” I asked.

We got to our suite and walked in. “Five grand. You also get a sample of the product. I think I had a choice between a hand job or getting my dick sucked.”

I scoffed. “Are you serious? How do you know this?”

He rolled his eyes. “I called and asked.” Then he winked. “But don’t worry, I have no desire to be with a woman who’s had her mouth on ten thousand dicks.”

I snorted. “A little hypocritical aren’t we? I’m sure you’ve had your cock in a fair share of women.”

Loosening his tie, he sat down on the couch, smirking. “You’re right, I have, but a guy has to have some sort of standards. Besides, I think I’m starting to prefer the unattainable. I don’t like having things handed to me.” He gazed at me like I was an obstacle that needed to be conquered, but I didn’t back down.

“Neither do I, but if you’re referring to me you might as well get your jollies at the whorehouse, because you will never get any of this.” I pointed to myself.

“Then I guess it’s a shame the ranch isn’t open for business.”

“Thank God for that,” I mumbled.

Turning on the television, Jason sat there with a smile on his face. I hated that he enjoyed tormenting me. What I really wanted to do was beat the shit out of him, but the last thing I needed was for him to know he could get under my skin. Instead of continuing the conversation, I started for my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I kicked off my high heels and peeled off the skin tight dress. I hated wearing dresses and I abhorred wearing a lot of makeup. Give me a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and I’d be happy.

After scrubbing the shit off my face, I hopped in the shower and sighed. My muscles were tense and loosened once the hot water ran over my skin. I don’t know how long I stayed in there, but my fingers were shriveled prunes by the time I got out. There was no sound coming from the living room, so I dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt before quietly opening my bedroom door. Once I saw the room was dark, I tiptoed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

“You look different.”

Gasping, I grabbed my chest and turned around. Jason flipped on the lights and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. “You scared the shit out of me,” I hissed, reaching for a bottle of water and slamming the refrigerator closed.