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Maverick laughs “No” He pauses, turning serious “Wait, is wanting to give asms, each one in a different position, a fetish?”

My heart started racing when he used the words “uy is dangerously sexy

“Poker isa gao out”

He grins “If you can get past security and do it, I’m in”

“Not really, though,” I say softly “You wouldn’t leave the ice—and your whole career—over a date”

His grin falls a bit as he considers what I said “No, I guess not I had no idea poker was your job, Gia I didn’t realize I was asking you to ditch your workday to go out with ht off?”

“If I dated, I’d say yes” I wipe the sweat fro ?”

“Yeah You want to stop for a drink in a place with air conditioning?”

I consider it Sitting in a darkened, air-conditioned bar with Maverick Hagen, sipping on piña coladas while we flirt and lose track of time sounds like heaven But then what? I’ll want ht

“Thanks, but I need to get to the Bellagio”

“I’ll call an Uber and take you,” he offers, taking out his phone

“No, you don’t need to do that I like to walk”

“Already called one They’ll meet us up at the next block in six minutes”

“Really?”

He gives me another of his sexy sio too? At a different table, so you’re not distracted by me?”

I laugh “Don’t you mean so you’re not distracted by me?”

“I won’t deny it I also like winning, so separate tables it is”

His acknowledgment of my poker skills makes , and most who do know are dismissive of it

“How late are you playing?” he asks

“It just depends Sometimes I’m out by three, other times more like five”

He cringes “Ouch I’ve got practice in theor I’d offer to take you to breakfast when you’re done working”