No Limit

3. Jason

3

JASON

One Week Later

“Mr. Avery, would you like another gin and tonic?”

I looked up and smiled. “That’d be great.” The night was young and I already had over two hundred grand in chips. Ryan’s words about the FBI butting in had been nagging on me all week.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” the sultry waitress asked, biting her lower lip. She stuck her t**s out, showing me the hardened n*****s through her white shirt. Her hand slid up my thigh and my d**k twitched.

Groaning, I pushed her hand away. I almost wanted to take what she was offering, slide away to a back room and f**k her senseless. She wasn’t exactly the type of woman I’d go for, but a dark room could do wonders. It’d been an eternity since I’d had a good f**k. “Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t have time to play tonight.”

“Maybe next time?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

I kissed her hand and winked. “We’ll see.”

Tossing back the gin and tonic, I grabbed my chips and started for the floor. I had played every single game so much it bored me. The stakes were all the same, there was no competition. Going through the motions, I spent the next three hours going from table to table. It wasn’t until the brush of a hand on my shoulder pulled me out of my monotony. I thought it was the waitress trying her luck again, but it wasn’t.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Her hair was a deep red and in soft curls past her shoulders, and her eyes were the clearest blue I’d ever seen.

“What’s your name?” I asked, staring at her tight black dress.

She took a seat beside me, grinning wide. “Ariel, and yours?”

By the look in her seductive blue eyes I knew she was lying. I held out my hand. “I’m Eric. Want to board my ship?”

Catching the reference, she shook my hand. “Well played. But I’d be more than happy to ride on your ship.”

“Normally I’d say all aboard, but now is not a good time,” I said, getting to my feet.

Smirking, she got up and let go of my hand. “Pity. I was hoping to have some fun tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure there are plenty of gentlemen here who could use your services.”

“Am I that obvious?” she challenged, regarding me with narrowed eyes.

“It’s of no concern to me either way.” But before I could turn away, an idea sparked. Looking at the red haired vixen, she was exactly the type of person I needed. Unfortunately, the men I was searching for weren’t there. “Actually, I may have a proposition for you.”

“What kind of proposition?”

I pulled out one of my cards and wrote my number on it. “It might be dangerous, so I understand if you don’t want to. But you look like the kind of girl who’d be up for a challenge.”

She took my card and smiled, her eyes lit with humor. “You have no idea.”

“All you have to do is give me a call tomorrow morning.”

“What kind of money you talking?”

I tapped her chin and winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll be well compensated.” Making my way out of the casino, I glanced over my shoulder; she was gone. Ryan might not like the ideas going through my mind, but it was the perfect solution. The only problem now would be putting my trust in a p********e.

Back at the hotel, I turned on my phone and set it on the bed, ignoring its incessant beeping. It’d been a week since I’d talked to Ryan and the last thing I wanted was to hear him b***h. He was just going to have to go another day without talking to me. Running a hand through my hair, I looked out the window at the city lights. I prayed I could figure out the case before another woman went missing.

Over at the bar, a bottle of whiskey called my name. I was about to pour a tumbler full when a loud knock sounded on the door. Who the f**k is that?

As soon as I opened the door, the red-haired vixen strolled in, carrying a bag in her hands. “You decided to follow me? You should know I’m not into stalkers.”

Throwing her bag on the floor, she turned to me, her smile gone. “It’s a good thing I’m not stalking you then. My name’s Aylee McFadden. I’m with the FBI.” She lifted her leg on the couch and retrieved something strapped to her thigh, throwing it at me.

Eyes wide, I stared down at her badge. “Holy fuck.”