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IHAD BROTHERS to talk to, staff to schedule, all kinds of shit to do, and all I could think about was Emily in my room, wearing nothing but that goddamn red slip. Just imagining the way it would hug her curves and come just below her fine ass made it almost impossible for me to focus as I worked with Wasp to set up security.
After security was set, we went next door to check on the Copper Penny. The place was hopping, the alcohol was flowing, and the staff was working their asses off.
“They need help,” I said.
“Yep,” Wasp agreed. “Want me to send over the recruits?”
I nodded. “That’d be good.” The new guys could bus tables and shit. It’d be good for them. “Except Bull. Poor kid’s not old enough.”
Wasp paused by the bar. “You wanna hang out and have a beer?” he asked.
I leveled a stare at him. “You saw what I have waiting for me in my room, right? What the fuck do you think?”
He laughed. “I think you’re whipped, brother.”
“Wanna take this outside and I’ll show you who’s whipped?” I joked.
“Nah, man.” He waved me off. “You’d end up in the hospital, and she’d be up there all alone. She’s likely to find all your dirty little secrets and use them against you in a court of law. Damn, she’s fine, though.”
“She’s more than fine. She’s a damn good woman, Wasp.”
“Uh-oh. That sounds serious.” He waved a hand to get the bartender’s attention.
“It is. I’ll catch you later, brother.”
When I finally made it back to the room, Emily was fully clothed sitting on my sofa with her feet kicked up on my coffee table reading a Playboy.
Not exactly how I’d expected to find her. Disappointed, but suspecting she was up to something, I asked, “That mine or yours?”
“Yours. Found it in your coffee table, but don’t worry, I’m only reading it for the articles.” She turned it sideways, clearly checking out the centerfold.
“Think you’re funny, don’t you?” I asked.
“Hysterical. Don’t you?”
“Nope. Not one little bit. I think you’re disobedient.”
She dropped the magazine on the coffee table with a gasp. “No! Say it isn’t so.”
Smartass. “I thought I told you to be wearing that red slip when I returned.”
She shrugged. “Did you really expect me to make it easy for you? Oh, Tyler, you should know me better than that by now.”
Goddamn, she loved to push my buttons. Adjusting my stiffening cock, I said, “That’s okay. I know how to get you out of your clothes.”
I headed for the sofa, but she jumped backwards over the armrest, putting it between us.
“Wait.” She held up her hands. “I think we should make this interesting. Maybe play for it?”
Now that piqued my interest. “Play what?”
She pointed at the deck of cards on my table. “Poker. For clothes.”
“You want to play strip poker with me?” I asked.
She stood straight, hands on her hips. “More like against you.”
