Calling Her Bluff (What Happens in Vegas) Read Online Free PDF

she resist not one, but now two major temptations this weekend?
    “Have you asked him for some more yet?” Chastity taunted.
    She swore she saw the tips of Jack’s ears perk at Chastity’s declaration. “Can you be any louder?”
    “Girlfriend, I didn’t get you on the New York Times bestseller list by keeping quiet.” Chastity’s grin spelled trouble. “This might be the best thing for you.”
    Kamaria shook her head and slowed her steps. She tugged on her hoodie strings and studied the tile patterns on the floor. On one hand, she appreciated Chastity’s distracting comments. And she knew her agent well enough to know that the loud, suggestive remarks were meant to lighten the mood, but, the truth was, she had failed herself. She was back at day one. No, more like hour one. There was no way to get back those prior 1223 days of sobriety. Tears stung her eyes. Why would a nice guy like Jack want anything to do with a loser like her?
    In all honesty, he probably saw her as worse than a loser because she needed a 24/7 guard at her side to keep her out of the casino. How pathetic was that?
    While her lapse proved she couldn’t do this on her own, maybe the best thing was to ignore whatever she was starting to feel for Jack. If they wound up back in bed together, it needed to be strictly physical. No emotions allowed. Between the pull of the casino and her overdue book, she already had enough on her plate. No sense in setting herself up for even more failure.
    “Lightning has struck twice, Mari.” Chastity stopped just before following Jack back into the hotel lobby. “I’ve worked my magic. Now, it’s time for you to work yours.”

    “S he’s all yours now.”
    Jack willed his face to be stone still. This agent lady was a piece of work.
    “Is that clear?” she pressed. “I expect you to be on Kamaria night and day.”
    Maybe he could’ve overlooked the first innuendo, but there was no mistaking the sexual overtones of that last one. The woman even added one of those suggestive eyebrow wiggles. Jesus. He began praying to every known religious deity and all of his Nonna’s Catholic saints for this woman to stop talking. He felt feverish he was blushing so badly.
    “But from what I’ve seen so far,” the agent went on, “my gut tells me you can handle her and that you’re the right man for the job. My gut is never wrong.” She leveled her gaze on him in a way that definitely let him know that no pun had been intended. This time. Kamaria, on the other hand, was busy studying the popcorn plastering on the ceiling. Her normally tan cheeks had a faint pink flush to them. Maybe what she really needed was to be saved from her agent.
    “Mr. Alderisi will escort you back to your room, Ms. Wilson,” Ben said. “This will be the last time you are permitted on the casino floor. Understand?” That had been the sassy agent’s decree. So at least on some level, it seemed she was honestly interested in helping Kamaria. Ben was still running with the scheme. Did the hotel give two shits about a gambling addict—uh, no. The billion-dollar empire was dependent on people like Kamaria. Jack held the door open for the ladies, allowing them to file into the main lobby.
    “You know you’re an asshole, right?” Jack flicked his wrist so the door would slam shut behind him.
    But Ben managed to slip his foot in the door before it shut. “You’re not fooling anybody, Poker Face. You like her.” Then, the bastard had the nerve to laugh. “And she likes you.”
    Jack cursed under his breath and hurried to catch up to the women.
    Unfortunately, that got him within earshot in time to hear the crazy lady ask Kamaria, “How soon do you think it’ll be before you’re in bed with him again? I’d give anything to have someone that gorgeous fall in my lap. And now, you’re lucky enough to have his face in your lap twice.”
    “Chastity, I need you to grasp the concept of volume control.” The faint pink tinge on