Frank.Who is this guy that he’s able to get a high roller kicked out so easily? I bite my lip and nod, not trusting myself to open my mouth without saying something stupid.
He places a warm hand on my arm. “That guy’s an asshole; don’t listen to him.”
All I can do is nod again; I am in a trance, staring at this gorgeous man.Who are you, Frank?
Frank drops his hand and turns toward the table, where a man and a woman have just sat down. “Why don’t you take a breather? And when you come back… can you bring me a Maker’s on the rocks?”
I just nod my head again, watching as he sits down and nods politely to the couple at the table. They’re staring at him, eyes wide and impressed—seriously, who is this guy? Is he famous or something?
Shaking myself out of my trance, I glance at the pit boss, who nods at me. I mouth, “Be right back,” and hustle out of the high limit room to get a grip on myself.
Chapter 2
Corey
Pricks like Gary Park are the reason I avoid Vegas. I usually avoid the main casino floor because I get recognized easily; high limit rooms usually offer more anonymity, but it’s never perfect. Case in point, tonight.
I love the Bravado casino. My good friend, Aaron Blackwood, is one of the co-owners. He and his cousin, Drew, took a gamble buying the outdated, crumbling Starlight casino a few years ago. It took millions of dollars and a lot of negotiations with the city before they got approval to bulldoze the old place and start fresh. The Bravado is years inthe making, but it’s earned its shiny title as the sexiest, most sophisticated new casino on the Strip in over twenty years.
You could say I’m a bit protective of it, to that extent, and walking into the high limit room to the scene with Gary-fucking-Park pissed me the fuck off. I barely had a moment to glance at the server as I passed her, but I immediately noted the blush on her cheeks and the thickness of her all over. I would have come to the defense of anyone I caught Gary leering at, but damn, this woman is stunning.
She seemed rattled, so I told her to take a break before bringing me back a drink. Turning my focus back to the table, I nod toward the couple that sat down. From their expressions, I can tell they recognized me. I just hope they are discreet.
After a few hands, the woman is practically drooling with every unnecessary glance my way. I guess that’s the hazard of being a world-famous notorious adult film actor. Most people leave off the whole producer/director title, because who gives a shit about them in a porno?
“Are you… really him?” the woman finally asks.
She seems nice enough, but the thought always crosses my mind when someone recognizes me, like she’s probably gotten off to thoughts of me or my movies before.
I give a short nod, and she giggles. “Wow, my friends will never believe I played blackjack withtheFrank Moro in Vegas!”
This woman is an easy read: she’s easily impressed by status, and she’s in the high limit room at the swankiest casino on the Strip. She’s not fooling me—she’s either new money or she just lacks plain awareness. The guy next to her grabs her by the elbow, shushing her, directing her back to the cards on the table.
Back to what I was thinking earlier—there’s a reason I don’t usually come to Vegas, let alone the Strip. But I want to show Aaron and Drew my support, so here I am.
“Maker’s, on the rocks,” a smooth, svelte voice comes from over my shoulder. She extends her arm, setting the drink down next tofucking Gary’sexpired scotches. “Shit, let me grab those,” she says, angling forward to grab the two full glasses of scotch.
“No, let me,” I say, grabbing the glass closest to us, and turning to place it on her tray. She’s suddenly eye to eye with me, since she leaned in, and I can see her brilliant emerald eyes right up close.
She bites her lip and says softly, “Thank you.”
Jesus, I hate and love when women do that… I love it because it’s so sexy and hate it because women haveno ideahow sexy it actually is and how it can instantly make a man hard. And this woman, she’s got natural beauty. It’s so easy to see the difference between her and most of the women in my industry. She’s got laugh lines around her eyes, a soft roundness to her face, and those lips that aren’t popping off her face with filler. She’s a natural fucking knockout.
I nod and smile at her, in a way that I hope is reassuring.That guy was an asshole, I’m nice, you’re safe here,kind of way. She gasps, and for a moment, I think she recognizes me. She steps back, both scotches now on her tray, and tips her head toward me.
“Is there anything else I can get you, Mr…” she pauses for a moment before saying, “Sir?”
I know she’s saying “sir” to be polite, but fuck if that alone doesn’t get me hard. I grin at her and crook my finger, urging her closer so I can whisper, “You can call me Corey.”
Hereyes line up with mine, and I’m captivated by her deep green gaze, which somehow also has specks of gold littered throughout. She nods softly and says, “Corey… sure. Yes. Let me know.”
I wink at her as she steps back, and I’m concerned for a moment she might tip over. She looks slightly disoriented, but she shakes her head andwinks back at mebefore heading to the next table. Well,okay, Ms. Cocktail Server,I think.We’re about to have some fun tonight.
The next hour passes in a blur. Money wise, I’m even at the table, and while I usually would hate not being up, I’m feeling completely fine. Maybe it has to do with a certain curvy brunette who keeps making the rounds. Each time she passes, I notice something different—her shy smile, the curve of her lips, that thick ass—and pretty soon, I’m noticing my cock twitch each time she comes around. Every time she refills my drink, I’m passing her a hundred-dollar chip for a tip—even after I switched to water.
Fuck, I don’t even know her name, and she’s getting me hard. Having spent the last twenty years of my life in front of or behind camera in adult films, you’d think I’d have a better handle on this kind of shit. But for once, I don’t, and I’m not sure what that means, but I really fucking like it.
It’s getting close to midnight, and when she passes by, I jerk my head, motioning her over. The room is packed, with guests waiting behind busy tables for a seat to open up.
