Chapter Four Celeste
CELESTE WAS AWARE OF being followed long before she first caught a glimpse of her stalker. She bit back a smile and continued through the casino, stopping occasionally at a slot machine to test her luck while she waited for her pursuer to make his move.
Vegas.
She wasn’t sure what it was about gambling, but ever since they’d arrived, Celeste couldn’t pass through the hotel casino without emptying all of the change in her handbag.
“Would you care for a drink?” one of the waiters at the Mandarin Beachside Casino asked as she slipped another four quarters into a machine. His eyes swept lustfully over her sheer lime-green bikini cover-up and back to her face.
She smiled up at him. “I was just about to leave, but thank you.”
“Too bad. Stop back for a nightcap later?”
