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 “Cool, I’ll cover for her, Boss,” I grinned.

“Thank you, Jasmine. I really appreciate it,” Boss replied sincerely, and then he turned on his heel, and walked away from me.

This was going to be one interesting night for sure.

4

JASMINE

I swallowed down a lump in my throat, suddenly a bundle of nerves, as I began trudging up the stairs, ready to make my way to the private lounge that the Golden Ace had restricted to VIPs only.

I dusted my hair off, and smoothed my hands over my ass, hoping that I looked the part.

Hoping that I looked my best.

And then I walked into the booth, and saw four men sitting down at a table together.

There were two older men, who looked about sixty-five years old.

And there were two younger men…

One who looked around thirty-seven, and one who looked around forty.

My heart pounded against my chest, as I drunk in the view of the thirty-seven year-old.

He was gorgeous.

Possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on in my entire life.

He had dark, rugged black hair, a rugged black beard, pale green eyes, tanned skin, thick eyebrows.

Everything about him exuded power, wealth, dominance.

It radiated from him.

He was wearing tight black clothes – black trousers, paired with a tight pressed long-sleeve black shirt, and black boots.

His clothes were so tight, that you could visibly see his well-built physique. He had huge muscles, and his buttons looked like they were about to burst open.

There was a tribal-style tattoo on his neck, with serpents laced in between thick black lines.

Not only was he built like a Greek God…

He looked like one too.

And I could feel my cheeks burn bright red…

As his eyes darted upwards to lock with mine.

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JASMINE

I was suddenly sweating profusely, just praying that he hadn’t caught me checking him out.

That would have been so embarrassing…

I would never live it down.

My thoughts quickly cleared from my mind, when I realized that I had to get myself together.

I was here tonight to make as many tips as I could…

Not to drool over an arrogant billionaire.

I couldn’t allow myself to get distracted.

I strode closer to their table, and cleared my throat loudly, willing to get myself together.

All of their eyes darted upwards now.

They had been playing cards together, gambling a lot of money.

The two older men…

Against the two younger men.

“Hello,” I mumbled. “Is there anything I can help you gentlemen with tonight? Any drinks that I can bring up for you?”

One of the older men eyed me up and down with a predatory regard, and a smirk formed on the corner of his lips.

“Oh, there’s something you can definitely help me with, sweet cheeks,” he grinned.

I could feel my stomach churn with disgust, bile swimming in my throat, with just the way that he was looking at me, and the words that spewed out of his mouth.

The Greek God glared at him with a look of bloody murder in his eyes.

There was so much darkness in this man…

I could feel it radiating.

My heart thumping against my chest the entire time…

I stared into his eyes.

And they say eyes are the window to the soul…

But this man looked like he had absolutely no fucking soul.

“Pipe down, you bastard. We’re here for cards… Not to harass the staff,” Greek God gritted.

The older man rolled his eyes. “Stop killing my fucking vibe, Adrian.”

Adrian.

A beautiful name to match such a beautiful man…

“Fuck you, Piero,” Adrian shot back, clenching his teeth.

There was so much tension in the air right now, that you could cut it with a knife.

I didn’t even know what to say, or even do…

To diffuse the awkwardness of the damn situation.

“W – would you like a drink then, Adrian?” I stammered. “Since Sir Piero over here doesn’t want one.”

6

ADRIAN

Fuck.

The way that my name rolled off of her tongue…

I could find my eyes smouldering with lust.

Why did I like the way that she said my name so much?

I didn’t fucking know.