Chapter Forty One
“Did I startle you?” Charlie Scirocco said with a chuckle, his voice as slick as axle grease.
Irene, with her arms still poised, gripped his forearms before he had a chance to slide his hands over her body. She took a quick glance around for Jack. Thank God he hadn’t arrived. Not yet, anyway.
“Just a little,” Irene confessed, regaining control of her voice. “I was expecting someone else.”
“I heard. You know the Casino has a policy regarding the staff dating the guests.”
“We’re not dating.” Irene was adamant.
“The policy also extends to f*****g the guests.” Scirocco tightened his grip on her waist.
Irene seized a breath. “But it’s okay to do the boss?”
“Of course.” Scirocco was kneading the flesh just above Irene’s hip. “It’s how a pretty girl gets ahead in my orga
