*Rexton*
Bloody hell, I'm failing my mission. Instead of hinting with words and actions that I'm infatuated with Gina, I find myself constantly giving attention to her sister. The temptation she presents is something I have never experienced before.
I'm drawn to she-wolves, but I've never been obsessed with wondering how they might taste or feel or sound when passion takes hold, rolls through them, conquers them. I'm strung so tightly, so distracted that if I were to sit down to play cards, I'd probably lose every hand. I wouldn't be able to count the cards, to determine what remained to be played. Fortunately, Gina doesn't seem to be getting bored with roulette, probably because she's having a string of wins. If I didn't know it was impossible to influence the wheel, I'd think she'd fi
