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    “A sexy tattooist named Vice Jackson,” she winked.
    “I’ve heard that somewhere before,” I played along. I knew she wanted so badly to say Channing Tatum, but she just knew I hated it.
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah,” I smiled. She is just different.
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    We decided to stop and have lunch at a little soup and salad place next to Mad Tatter. It was mesmerizing to look at her in different lighting, in an entirely different setting. She was beautiful. The way the sun lit up her face, and the way she placed the fork in her mouth... She was gorgeous.
    “So you play poker?” she smiled, taking another bite of salad. “I had no idea that you were so talented Mr. Jackson,”
    I laughed. Poker wasn't something I really talked about with Harlow. Well, with anyone other than Skip and the guys. I like Harlow, always have and the last thing I wanted was for there to be a reason other than myself for her to like me back.
    “Yeah, neither did I until Skip talked me into going to a casino for the first time a few years ago.” I took a drink of my iced tea. “My first game of poker, I didn’t know what I was really doing but still whooped the guys ass for ten grand. I sort of became addicted. Well, I guess you could say it is more of a hobby than an addiction,”
    “Gotcha’. So, you play in tournaments and stuff?” she was interested, her eyes sparkled with excitement.
    “Yeah,” I nodded. “I just played at the Bellagio Saturday night, and since I won that one, I am going to the Mirage tourney next weekend. Should be interesting to say the least,” I raised my brows.
    “Why interesting?” she took another bite of her salad.
    “Honestly, I don’t like to talk shit about anybody, but… the owner of Nostalgia Casino won’t leave me the hell alone. I refuse all of his tourney invites, so he entered into the Bellagio tourney and I whooped his ass. Took him for fifty six thousand dollars. He was so pissed. He confronted me outside the casino and asked me to play in the tourney at his casino this week. But again, I turned him down,” I shrugged. “He entered into the tourney at the Mirage, too. I mean, I don’t quite understand what it is he has against me,”
    Harlow swallowed hard, staring at me with absolutely zero expression on her face. “Why won’t you play at Nostalgia?” she managed to ask.
    “I just don’t want to get involved with someone like him. He runs drugs, whores, and I just despise everything that Chase Miller is about,” Period.
    “I am sure not all of them are whores, Vice,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She brought the napkin to her face, gently wiping the corners of her delectable lips.
    “Probably not… but considering all I do is try to stay out of trouble. I would rather not get involved,” I grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly.
    “Totally understandable,” she nodded, her lips pursed. “And I doubt he has anything against you. Word of mouth is he loves a good challenge,” she winked.
    She did have a good point. “You’re right,” I nodded. “I never thought about it that way. It’s just a challenge,” Personally, I always thought he had it out for me as if it were a personal vendetta. Maybe I would really think about a possible tourney at Nostalgia to get him off my ass. Just not any time soon.
    We finished lunch and headed out to my black, 55' Camaro SS. I opened the door for her, she kissed my cheek before hopping inside. I quickly ran to the drivers side and slid in.
    “I have always wanted to ride in this thing,” she bounced up and down in the seat excitedly with a huge grin upon her face.
    I've always wanted to ride you... I thought to myself, getting utterly turned on, watching her tits bounce with her. I started the engine.
    “Ooh, and she purrs,” she groaned, running her fingertips along the dashboard. I laughed aloud, leaning over and kissing her on the temple. She looked like a child in a candy shop.
    “You like cars?” I took off from the