The money and the card held tight in my hand, I make my way over to my bodyguard, deciding to get the teasing over with sooner rather than later. There’s no avoiding it, after all.
“Wowwww, how much did you get?” Frankie asks, grinning deviously and leaning over the bar, trying to peek into my hand.
“Oh, just a cool million,” I say with a sigh, leaning against the bar across from him. “It’s been a slow afternoon.”
“You were very impressive, Bambs,” he says, watching me. “All your little tricks.”
“Kinda surprised he fell for it,” I say with a sigh, glancing away a little bit. “Guy like that – you’d think he’d be used to women coming on to him insincerely.”
“I’m not sure he didn’t,” Frankie murmurs, and when I turn back to him Frankie leans forward and grabs my chin, just the same way E
