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face-to-face. The witchy woman would give him a potion. Which magic spell would it hold?
                They separated as he sauntered back to his designated seat. He noticed the server bought a drink to her placeholder, something hot. Is it coffee? He tried to decipher what she drank. As the server came near, he failed to curtail his curiosity and asked about her drink.
                The server politely stated, “She always requests two things; water without chlorine, and Café Mocha, as organic as possible.” Antonio laughed, the server joined.
                She insisted on organic and chlorine-free, very interesting. A natural air surrounded her. The beauty she possessed was garden-fresh with an elegant glow. Underneath, he could see that she was fun, daring, and even wild. This was her private side, a side he was longing to experience.
                Antonio noticed early that her game was off. Sympathizing, he was also having a bad game. Knowing his own problem, he wondered what triggered her results.
                She was the problem. The temptress had him on his knees. His only thoughts were of ravishing her. Hell, she’s clueless...or is she?
                Amanda looked at her cards, pleased to see another great first hand. A full house is the best way to start any high-stakes game. Get ahead of the competition early, then, seal their fate. Her pulse quickened.
                Suddenly, ideas of Antonio attacked her thoughts. She could not remain near him, his piercing eyes would see through her. She no longer found a comfort zone. Completely neutralized, it was her turn and she had no option.
                “I fold.”
                Damn! She folded. Her cards hit the table and she hopped out of her chair. Whoa. She smiled at him as she walked past his seat. Distressed, he wanted to yell. Wait, Sohu, I’ll come comfort you! Now, he wanted out of the game, he didn’t care who won. Where would she be going? What would she do with the rest of her day?
                Wanting to leave, he couldn’t wait any longer. The cards in his hand looked great. All he needed to do was hold. His three Kings would easily beat the leader, who was showing a pair of threes, as the other players consecutively dropped out. His lips froze, his hands dropped.
                “I’m out.” A gentle kick put his chair back into place under the table.
                Max had to know what she did, and where she did it...Yeah. Wait, didn’t Max predict she would knock him on his ass? Deciding not to care, Antonio chose to confide in loud-mouthed Max if necessary, and there he stood right around the corner.
                “Max-”
                “Antonio, what the Hell are you doin’ out here?”
                “Max, I need your help.”
                “Sure, I’ll try man.”
                “Amanda Messenger, where does she go? Even better, where is she right now? What does she do? I need to find her.”
                Max erupted, laughing. Antonio rolled his eyes.
                “Yeah, Max, you were right, but don’t hang me out to dry on this.”
                “I wouldn’t do that, Antonio. There’s an organic restaurant, and a coffee shop she likes. She’s been writing for something, and stays in her room with a notebook and a set of pencils. Oh - Tommy always drives her, he knows her the best.”
                “Thanks, Max.”
                Antonio sighed. Now he had to find and confess to Tommy, too. Great, in a single day she would shred a Vegas reputation that he really enjoyed creating over the past several years.
    He sought out Tommy, a driver employed by the hotel.
                “What's this organic woman doing in Vegas?” He couldn’t fathom where an organic restaurant could survive in