Elijah Vega.
Paloma snatches the little pink panties out of my hand like I’ve just touched state secrets. That—that’s what she wears? That tiny scrap holds all of her endowment? She slams the drawer shut and turns to glare at me.
I raise my hands in false surrender. “Apologies. Didn’t mean to breach the walls of your chastity.”
“It’s not funny.”
“You know I’m a grown man, right? “I’ve seen panties before—”
“Really? Whose?” She whirls on me so fast her hair whips across my chest. Mistake. That's not something you say to a woman you're courting.
“Oh, don’t bother!” She smiles with her teeth. “You work in a casino. Girls are half-naked in front of you every night, right?”
"Pretend I never said that." I pivot toward her bed that is covered in white faux fur, excessive pillows and some
