- "We are among friends. There are no bets between friends," the woman who had welcomed her earlier, the brunette, said. With the warm smile of someone who was pleased with the moment, the woman wanted to make Blair feel comfortable.- "On this floor, people can do whatever they want. We don't have a limit," Will added.- "I didn't know you were betting either." Banks wasn't a talkative man. He was direct, most of the time. But with Blair, he was willing to expand on the subject.- "I don't gamble. I'm here for my job."- "That's an amazing job, then," Ethan's date muttered, completely oblivious to the fact that the conversation didn't belong to her.In the center of it all, the dancers danced sensually to the rhythm of the music. Their bodies, wrapped in feathers and nothing else, developed synchronized steps. It was a beauty in movement, even though people were more occupied with the games. The lighting also favored the sensuality of the moment; in shades of red and purple, depravit
- "Five seconds is a long time, Angel," he was sarcastic in his response.- "For you, for sure"- "What do you mean?" Banks crossed his arms, and even beneath the fabric of his jacket, the muscles tensed in an attractive way.- "I mean you shouldn't have more than a few seconds for women. Your money takes up all your time."- "If you want to insinuate that I'm precocious, I think you used the right words."- "I have nothing to insinuate"Blair walked back into the room, and as expected, Ethan followed her. He was intrigued by her. One moment he seemed to be issuing challenges, and the next he simply dismissed her presence. It was an act that few people would do, very few people.- "Why are you angry?"- "I'm not mad, I'm saving you time"- "I can still manage my time, Angel. I'm here because I said I would be."Hearing those words and letting them sink in, Blair stopped. She simply froze, right in the middle of the room. The woman thought about it, and almost wanted to laugh. Turning
- "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I heard the girl ask you to let her go," Banks muttered.- "Mr. Banks, you don't want to get involved in my business" the player's voice was no longer so confident.- "Your business?" Ethan questioned, looking at the man's hand that held Blair's wrist until he released her.- "Yes. That girl made me lose good dollars at roulette."- "Roulette is treacherous," Banks said evasively.- "She owes me, and you can bet anything you want that she'll pay me back. If I don't have the money..." the gambler insinuated, looking at Blair's body with a suggestion that she considered disgusting.- "Mr. Palazzo, I don't like the way you look at my wife. And if you have any problems with her, you can come to me to solve it. Otherwise, I won't be patient," Ethan stated, and his voice was firm as a rock.- "I didn't mean to..." Palazzo tried to argue, but was interrupted in an impolite manner.- "Did I make myself clear?"- "Yes"Blair just watched the conversation, which
- "I'm sorry, but I don't think I heard you right." She crossed her arms.- "Are you apologizing for being jealous?" Ethan, being as much of a jerk as possible, asked.- "How inflated does your ego have to be to assume that I'm jealous?"Even though he knew Blair was attracted to him, Ethan also knew she was too confident a woman to submit. The truth was, the only thing that would make the redhead surrender was her own will.- "Very much" finally, was what he replied.Blair felt her face burn with anger and remorse. Those were definitely not the words she wanted to hear. Maybe something gentle, or maybe a sharp tease. She was ready for a lot of things, but not for Banks's sarcastic side.- "Okay. I said what I wanted, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go. Have a good night." Blair didn't wait for an answer, nor did she give the man time to react.She simply started walking out of the apartment, irritated by his responses. Her thoughts scolded her for giving in to temptation. It would
Blair stroked him back. There was something inside her that made her want to keep going just to satisfy her desires. Her hands gripped Ethan's shoulders, slid down his biceps, and then back up to his chest. She wanted all of him.The man positioned himself perfectly between Blair's legs, at an exciting angle for both of them. He made subtle movements with his hips to sharpen the electricity floating between their bodies. Tongues danced, hands spread, and senses were mixed.Ethan brought his hand to Blair's intimate part and fingered her until he found her point of greatest pleasure, even under the fabric. He made light movements, always calm and slow, unlike the desperate kiss. His fingers circled between her legs, going up and down that moist region, preparing her with reverence.The man was losing his sanity. He wanted to relieve everything he felt for that body, but he had a rule of worshiping every part of a woman's anatomy, making sure he deserved the moment and giving her the be
The first movement into Blair's body was intense, as she squeezed him like a closed fist. The woman sighed as she felt him completely, with some difficulty in supporting the entire length in her depth.It was impossible to tell where one's anatomy began and the other's ended. Under the dim light, the nuances of their bodies in constant friction and desirous movements were clear. The clear glass separating the couple from the rest of Las Vegas reflected what was happening in that apartment. The sound that their skins together reproduced was music that the walls would not forget.Ethan gripped the sheets with a force that Blair's body couldn't handle. She wrapped her legs around him, even though she felt them weakening. Their eyes were always connected, with the pleasure of fulfilling promises made before.For the first time, Blair saw him differently. He wasn't the fallen angel, he wasn't the knight of the night. He was a man stripped of armor, open to whatever she had to offer. Vulner
When the man returned to the room, he was wearing a three-piece black suit and shiny shoes. In his right hand was a green tie, very similar to the color of Blair's dress. He looked at the redhead on his bed, her blue eyes expectant, and decided he should say something before he left for his appointments. However, the woman was quicker.- "What happens now?" she asked. Behind the question, there were many other questions to be asked, but she didn't have enough courage to say them all out loud.- "I need to go back to New York, but we can resolve your concerns when I return," Ethan replied, as simply as he could. He spoke as if he were sitting at a table in his office, in front of dozens of other businessmen.Blair's blue eyes were like the Maldives sea. They were clear, they were beautiful, they were pure. And through them, you could see the fear creeping in. The fear of disappointment, the fear of making a mistake, the fear of regret.- "Of course" was what she preferred to say.Ethan
Blair set the cards down on the table again. She glanced at her friend, and realized he was taking in her appearance. Her dress from the night before was clean and tidy, her hair damp and her feet bare. Drake sat on the couch, still studying the woman.- "Who did you sleep with?" he asked, without preamble.- "I don't..." the redhead was interrupted without warning.- "I want a name, Blair. Tell me who you were with, and I'll tell you if we need to schedule your therapy."- "You're saying that because you know the answer." Blair crossed her arms, seeing some humor in her friend's attitude.- "If the answer is Ethan Banks, then your therapy starts tomorrow"- "Why would we be bad together?" Blair sat down on the couch, next to Drake.Deep down, she knew the answer. She knew that two freight trains, on the same track, traveling in opposite directions, would collide at some point. She knew they would be like fire; they would burn and smolder, but they would also come to an end very quick