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want to give her all the money in his wallet, then she put a five, the minimum bet, down to play.
    He did the same.
    The dealer, taking the cards from the shoe, dealt the hand, and after the second card, Taylor gasped, turned over her cards to show a jack and an ace.
    The dealer paid her, took her cards, then went on with the rest of the hand. Ben had a twenty, so he stayed pat. He leaned over to Taylor, getting a heady hit of her delicate scent for his trouble. “See, I told you we were going to be lucky.”
    She turned to face him, her expression serious, but with a telltale gleam in her beautiful blue eyes. “You have no idea.”
    His whole body reacted to her message, and it was all he could do not to leave the money, the cards, his dignity on the table and drag her up to his room. But he was strong, dammit. He wasn’t a teenager, run by his hormones. Half the fun was the seduction, and he wasn’t about to give short shrift to what promised to be the best week of his life. He’d wait. He’d play. And in the end, they’d both win.
    The next round went by in a blur, but since the dealer busted, they both won.
    The woman sitting to his left smiled. “Where are you two from?”
    Before Taylor could speak, he nudged her lightly with his elbow. “Home base is London.”
    â€œReally?”
    He turned slyly to Taylor and gave her a wink before facing his neighbor again. “Yes.”
    â€œYou don’t have a British accent.”
    â€œWe’re trained not to.”
    She blinked. “Oh.”
    â€œI’m James,” he said, holding out his hand. “And this is Jinx.”
    He heard Taylor cough, which he assumed was a cover for laughter. She didn’t know that this was a game he played frequently, making up some ridiculous persona when the truth would have done just as well, but less amusingly.
    â€œI’m Sarah,” she said. “I live in the Valley. That’s in Southern California.”
    Ben nodded. “Ah, yes. The heart of the pornography industry.”
    Sarah’s cheeks reddened. “I wouldn’t know about that.”
    â€œOf course not.”
    â€œI work for a post-production house. But not that kind.”
    â€œFascinating.”
    The cards went out again, and until the payout, the conversation ebbed. Taylor took the opportunity to elbow him.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” she whispered.
    â€œHaving fun,” he whispered back.
    â€œSo you fancy yourself Bond, eh?”
    â€œHey, I could have called you Pussy Galore.”
    â€œI would have decked you if you had.”
    He grinned. “Hey, she was a real character.”
    â€œOnly a man would say that was a real character.”
    â€œSir?”
    He looked up at Angel, waiting for him to hit or stand pat. His cards, a six and five, were a surprise. He doubled down, and she hit him with a king. Twenty-one.
    Taylor didn’t say anything, just gave him a smile. But as the rest of the hands were played, he felt something at his ankle. It was Taylor’s foot. She’d slipped off her shoe, and was using her bare toes to tease him. It worked.
    He glanced at her, but the smile had become a sly grin, and her gaze had shifted to Angel, watching her shuffle as if it mattered.
    Ben said nothing, just enjoyed the feeling of her toes. He’d never been a foot man, but at the moment, he could understand the impulse. It wasn’t easy to stay still, and not touch her thigh and run his hand over that smooth skin. The image of her on his bed, naked, him holding her by the heel as he studied her pink painted nails, took hold of him and didn’t let him go until Angel coughed.
    He picked up his cards, a ten and a seven, then slipped them under his ten-dollar bet. He didn’t give a damn if he won or not. The only thing that mattered at the moment was the woman next to him.
    Just as he was about to suggest they leave, a waitress came by. She was young