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ANTONIO
I watched as the new hire handed out tickets to the buffet. Casino clients got free food there, but fine dining took place in the restaurant. Over my shoulder, guests cheered because somebody won big in the slots area.
My cell phone buzzed in my right pocket. I pulled it out and entered my security code.
Her: Sorry. Old habits die hard.
Me:???
Her: Let me explain?
Me: Dinner at the Diamante. One hour.
God didn’t play fair.
That’s what went through my mind when she walked straight at me on killer high heels, wearing a burnt orange cocktail dress that cut across her thigh; there was see-through lace from above the knee reaching up to the split between her legs, and more transparent lace from her bottom rib to the spot I wanted to kiss — the underside of her breasts.
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