Vegas Surrender
office
was located—in Atlanta.
    Not only was I the only black wife affiliated
with the organization, I was the youngest. The usual supermodel
wannabes mingled about. They were girlfriends, mistresses, or
trying to fit in either category to be on the arms of Atlanta’s
elite. These were the women closer to my age. I didn’t fit in at
all.
    “ Are you okay?” Daniel asked as he
grabbed two cocktails off a tray one of the many servers
carried.
    I nodded and took a sip from the glass he
handed me.
    “ You’re beauty outshines all the
women in this room.” He leaned in, giving me a peck on the
lips.
    “ I love you.” My nerves calmed a
little.
    The décor was reminiscent of the Rolling
Twenties. Hired entertainers were dressed as flapper girls or
dressed in vintage tuxedos with top hats. A black grand piano set
next to the stage with a man playing a tune for the singer to belt
out a jazz song.
    I smiled as Mr. Whitman saw us and headed in
our direction. If not for his no show, I wouldn’t have met my
husband.
    “ How’s my favorite girl doing?” He
took my hand in his and kissed it. His gray whiskers tickled my
skin.
    “ I’m good.”
    He gave Daniel a pat on the back and a nod.
“Keep your wife happy, and you’ll always be happy. Enjoy the
evening. I have to make my rounds.”
    I watched him walk away before asking Daniel,
“Are you happy?”
    “ Every time I lay eyes on you.” He
smiled and gathered me in his arms. “You want another
drink?”
    I nodded, and he went in search of more
libations. My senses tuned in to the woman walking on stage. Her
dark skin, short curly mane, and flower in her hair managed to make
her look like Billie Holiday.
    “ She has an amazing
voice.”
    “ She does…” My gaze fixed on the
woman speaking to me, and my heart rate increased. Black hair and
green eyes brought me face to face with Daniel and my indiscretion
in Vegas. The blood drained from my face. “What…are you doing
here?”
    She laughed. “I was invited. My husband is
co-owner of Ohio Live, and we just relocated here.”
    “ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be
rude. Of course you were invited. Forgive me but I’m just surprised
to see you.” Embarrassment washed over me. I resisted the urge to
fan myself.
    “ Looks like you need a drink.” She
handed me a glass with a mixed reddish-pink beverage in it. “Don’t
worry. I haven’t taken a drink of it yet. It’s a
pomengrantini.”
    Grateful for the gesture, I took a big
gulp.
    “ Better now?” she asked.
    “ Yes, thank you.”
    She leaned in closer. “No worries. I’m not here
to advertise our little secret. But I must say you look ravishing
in that dress.”
    Heat rose to my cheeks, and I squirmed. Her
eyes slowly traveled my body, and I felt naked. I glanced past her
and saw Daniel making his way back to me. He smiled and held up the
drinks as he walked. When he reached us, I said, “You remember…”
Crap, I didn’t know her name. I looked at her and
smiled.
    “ Nicole.” She extended her hand to
him.
    Daniel took her hand but tilted his head to the
side and gave me a questioning look. I gulped down my drink and
then accepted the one from Daniel.
    “ Nice to meet you, Nicole,” he
said.
    “ She’s here with her husband who
owns casino in Ohio.”
    She shook her head. “Oh, Mark had a prior
engagement and couldn’t make it. I came along anyway. If you’ll
excuse me, I see some other people I know.”
    Nicole cast me glance and walked off. There was
something behind the look but I wasn’t sure what.
    “ Well, that was interesting,”
Daniel said.
    “ Is that the best you can come up
with?” I laughed. “I’d call it awkward.”
    He pulled me back into his arms. “Are you okay
with it?”
    “ Why wouldn’t I be?” I took another
swallow of my drink.
    The closeness of his body warmed me. He held me
and planted a light kiss on my neck. Every inch of my body
responded to him. I wanted him like I’d never wanted him before.

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