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then stilled, and she focused on it, once again questioning her sanity.
    He rejected you, Clarissa. What are you doing here? He also gave me a fantastic orgasm and made my fingers itch to touch him. Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment and want to see what he’ll do next. Or maybe…
    “Can I get you a drink?” Clarissa lifted her gaze to the pretty cocktail waitress standing next to her. The blonde smiled, her blue eyes twinkling.
    “Why not? How about a”—she paused in the act of ordering her usual gin and tonic, her mind going back to Maddox—“a butter baby. I don"t want just a shot. I want a full-size drink.”
    “Excellent. I"ll be right back.” She bounced off, and Clarissa wondered briefly if she had springs in her shoes. Being happy and chipper probably meant she got better tips from the gamblers, but being on her feet for so long was tough. Not that this waitress showed any fatigue. She"d stopped at another table, laughing at something someone said.
    The place was packed, and Clarissa thanked whatever forces governed the Moonglow reservations desk. She"d been able to walk in and find a room without a reservation. Even the clerk had seemed shocked when she"d announced a suite had come open at the last minute. When she"d quoted the price, Clarissa hadn"t blinked, simply handed her a gold card.
    She"d been very impressed with the casino upon first inspection. The building itself was in the shape of a crescent, with fountains shaped like stars in the center.
    Inside, everything was sleek and clean, decorated in black and glass. The furniture was all in black, sitting on beautiful cream-colored carpet. The walls were all mirrors. The outside wall of her room was full glass, leading to a balcony that gave a great view of the Las Vegas strip. Definitely prime real estate, proving her Internet search of Maddox Desert Surrender

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    Perry provided good information. He was loaded, which meant he wouldn"t be after her for her money. If he deigned to be after her at all, that is.
    Clarissa glanced around the bar, wondering if she should go upstairs, collect her unpacked luggage, and get back on a plane to New York. After all, Maddox didn"t know she was coming, and she wasn"t sure of the reception she would get. She hadn"t exactly been pleasant to him last weekend.
    She thought back to their encounter, to her mind-blowing orgasm and the ensuing interruption from Henry, then the horrible incident at the taxi stand. Then she"d come home to find a box of books all dealing with the subject of BDSM. There had been a handwritten note inside, telling her to call when ready.
    There was no doubt the books had been sent before she"d called him an ass. Not just an ass, Clarissa, a big ass . She stared at the coin, running her tongue over her lower lip. If she went to his office to say hello, he would probably tell her he didn"t need the aggravation and for her to pack up and go home. That idea was humiliating, even if she did deserve it.
    “Here you go. Four dollars, please.” The waitress set down a tall glass full of light brown liquid, and Clarissa opened her purse, handed the woman a ten.
    “Keep the change.”
    The waitress"s eyes brightened even more. “Thanks. Been lucky, have you?”
    Not yet . “I just arrived, actually.” Do you happen to know if your boss is in a good mood today?
    “Well, I hear the slots are paying out heavy today, and somebody hit it big at the wheel. Have a good time, and let me know if you need anything else.”
    The blonde winked at her and bounced off to another table. Clarissa had no doubt she told customers that same information every day in an effort to get them to gamble.
    From the bells and whistles filtering into the bar from the casino, there was no doubt the practiced ploy worked. Maybe she should find a slot machine, sit down, and play a little to calm her nerves. Or some blackjack might work too. She"d never been much for roulette after her disastrous try in Monte