No Limit

6. Jason

6

JASON

I didn’t want to be a d**k, but dammit to hell, I was pissed. Even with all the work I’d done on the case, I knew without a doubt the FBI would take all the credit for solving it. The file was what really got me going. I didn’t like people telling me what to do. It was my idea to hire Aylee in the first place, not knowing she was a f*****g FBI agent. That was all me.

Seeing the way she handled my bullshit, there was no way I was going to be able to get rid of her. It was fun trying, even though I felt like a douche putting the moves on her when I knew she was only letting me touch her to prove a point. I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt. Not only was she sexy as f**k, but she was strong and totally not interested. I had yet to meet anyone like her.

“Where do you want to start?” she asked, gazing around the casino.

Her body fit perfectly into my side as I held her close. “Have you ever been in a casino before?”

She shook her head. “I’m from Maine. The only casinos we have are in Oxford and Bangor. It’s not exactly my cup of tea.”

“I didn’t know you were from Maine.”

“That’s because you’ve been too busy messing with me to ask. Have you ever been there?”

“No, but I’ve always wanted to visit the state. Unfortunately, nothing ever happens up there that needs my attention.”

“Why do you think I live there? Okay, where do you want to start?” She glanced up at me, all business.

“Why don’t you play tonight?”

Her eyes went wide. “Me? Are you insane? I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

Grabbing her hand, I pulled her with me and bought her a thousand dollars in chips. “It’s easy. I’ll show you what to do.”

“I can’t spend this,” she gasped, refusing to take them. “I’ll get my own.”

I pushed them toward her and chuckled. “Tonight’s on me. Let’s just say it’s an apology for being a dick.”

“What if you’re a d**k tomorrow? Does that mean you’ll give me two grand?”

I winked. “Only if you promise to win it back.”

“What if I don’t?”

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, placing my hands on her bare shoulders. “Then you’ll owe me.”

“Or,” she murmured low, tilting her head to the side. “I can just kick your a*s. What happens if I earn your money back and then some?”

“Then I’ll stop f*****g with you. But you’re more than welcome to try and kick my a*s. You’ll have to do it in that dress though.”

Snickering, she started toward the Blackjack table. “You are so gonna regret saying that.”

“Oh yeah? How come?”

Looking back at me, she grinned wide. “You’ll see.”

Taking a seat at the table, she was up against two other men who couldn’t stop making side glances at her. I wasn’t the only one enamored. The best part was she didn’t even notice the attention. She put her chips on the table and waited for the first card; it was a four of spades. I waited on her to ask me for guidance, but she didn’t. She tapped the table for another card, and then another, smirking at me over her shoulder.

Kneeling down, I put my arm around her chair. “You dirty little liar. You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” She won the match and pocketed an extra two hundred dollars.

“Of course, I do. I’d have been stupid not to. So stand back and watch how it’s done. After tonight, you’re going to get over yourself and work with me. Deal?”

She held out her hand. The girl was sly, I had to give her that. Her trick reminded me of something I’d do. Taking her hand, I pulled her to me. “Deal. But sooner or later you’re going to play against me. Let’s see how you do then.”