The Billionaire Who Bought Christmas(6)

Jack sighed, leaning in to mumble in her ear. "We'll be here all night at this rate."

She ignored the warm puff of his breath on her skin. "I don't want to lose it all at once."

The dealer spun the wheel and tossed in the ball.

"There's plenty more where that came from," said Jack, tapping his finger on the plastic tray that held his chips.

"I can't believe you're so cavalier with your money."

"I can't believe you're so cautious with my money."


The ball bounced to a stop.

Kristy had lost.

"See?"

The waitress arrived with their drinks. Chatter ebbed and flowed around    them as the sequined woman next to Kristy wriggled off her seat and   slid  to the floor.

A thirty-something man in a dark suit took her place.

He smiled a friendly greeting at Kristy. Jack reacted by leaning closer to her, closing the space between them.

She struggled not to grin at his posturing. They were about as far away    as you could get from dating, yet some anthropological instinct had    obviously kicked in.

"Make a bigger bet," said Jack, the fabric of his suit brushing against her bare forearm.

"Fine," she said, scooping a long round of chips and placing them on number four.

"Wow," he breathed, and she shot him a worried look.

But he was grinning. "Just messin' with you."

"You're a jerk. You know that?"

"Yeah," he chuckled.

She lost again.

"I don't like this game." It didn't matter that it wasn't her money. She was stressing out over losing it anyway.

"You're doing fine," he said.

"Can we do something else?"

"One more time."

She gave a hard sigh. "Fine."

Following the lead of the man sitting next to her, she placed a smaller    stack of chips on the cross between four numbers. Then she took a    bracing swallow of her cosmo.

The ball clattered around the wheel, settling on twelve, one of Kristy's numbers.

The dealer added a couple of chips to her stack.

"Low risk, low payoff," said Jack. He grabbed two stacks of chips and set them on number twenty-two.

"Incidentally, that's also the way things work in real life."

"I know," said Kristy, watching in morbid fascination as the wheel spun around again.

"Do you?" he asked.

"Why do you think I'm going to L.A.?"

Astonishingly, with that much money riding, Jack turned away from the wheel to stare at her instead. "Is it?"

She nodded, not taking her gaze off the ball. "For the chance at a big    payoff. I left my sister, my holiday shopping and my baking behind."

He kept his gaze glued to her profile. "Well, if this works out, you'll be able to do all the shopping you want."

"I suppose that's true." Then her eyes widened and her stomach clenched with the thrill. "You won!"

Jack stared at her a split second longer. Then he glanced at the roulette wheel. "I guess I did."

"Do it again," she urged. Clearly he understood the game better than she did.

His shoulders relaxed. "It's your turn."

"You're better."

He split his bet between number eighteen and the red zone. Then he pushed a stack of chips onto the line between eight and nine.                       
       
           



       

"Wow," said Kristy.

"What?"

"You must have a secret system."

He shook his head. "You pick numbers. It's completely random. Help me out here."

Scooting forward in her chair, Kristy gamely pushed a couple more stacks onto the board.

"Now we're talking," said Jack.

"That's a pretty rich bet," said the man next to her.

She felt Jack still.

Then the man glanced past her to Jack. His expression sobered, and he turned his attention to the table.

The ball hit the wheel.

Kristy doubled her money on two, and her bet also paid out on black.    Several spins later, with her Cosmo glass empty and a new player at her    elbow, they were up several thousand dollars. A man in a navy suit and  a   red tie approached them.

He introduced himself as the casino manager and asked if they'd care for another drink.

Kristy was pretty much done with alcohol. Besides, it was getting late.    She hoped she'd won enough to pay for a hotel room because, now that   she  was tired, an airport waiting area didn't sound all that appealing.

To her surprise, the manager held out a key card to Jack. "Please accept the Ruby Suite with our compliments."

Jack gave Kristy a sparkling-eyed look. "Interested in a suite?"

"Two bedrooms?" she asked. It occurred to her that this could be a    setup. Jack had been a perfect gentleman so far-maybe too much of a    gentleman to be trusted.

He raised an eyebrow in the manager's direction.

Without missing a beat, the man pocketed the key and retrieved his cell phone.

"This is Raymond Jones. Can you bring me a key for the Diamond Suite?" He paused. "The roulette tables. Thank you."

He flipped the phone shut. "Two bedrooms," he said.

"And my dog?" Kristy asked.

"Not a problem," said Raymond.

"Then, thank you," she said with a nod and a smile. A free suite definitely solved her accommodation problem.

"Anything else we can do to be of service?" asked Raymond.

Jack glanced at Kristy. "I can't think of anything? Can you?"

Kristy shook her head.

Another man appeared at Raymond's elbow and provided a new room key.

Jack accepted it with a thank you, while Raymond gestured to the expanse of the casino. "Please. Enjoy the rest of the evening."

"We will," said Jack. "Thank you very much."

As Raymond and the other man walked away, Kristy turned to Jack. "So, did you pay him to do that?"

"Nope."

"Come on."

"I didn't have to pay him. The room's free."

"I don't get it."

"That's what happens when you bet big."

"They give you a free room?"

Jack placed his hand in the small of her back, gently steering her toward the cage.

There was something about that hand …

"If you're losing," he said. "They want you to stick around and keep    doing it. And if you're winning, they want you to stick around long    enough to lose it back to them."

"Is that what we're going to do?"

"Nope. Not unless you want to."

"I don't want to lose."

"Then I vote we cash out and enjoy our free room."

A free room with Jack.

Correction, a free suite with Jack. Two rooms, really.

She glanced up at his handsome face, and her stomach fluttered at the thought of such an intimate setting with such a sexy man.

Twobedrooms, she reminded herself.

Still. It was a hotel suite. And they were in Vegas. And she'd be a    bald-faced liar if she didn't admit her mind was jumping to the    possibilities.

Three

Kristy Mahoney was quite possibly the most perplexing person Jack had    ever met. She admitted she was marrying his grandfather for money, yet    he practically had to twist her arm to get her to gamble.

They'd walked past designer fashions, fur coats and numerous jewelry    displays in the hotel lobby, and she hadn't so much as sent a covetous    look at the merchandise, never mind suggesting she needed a few things    to tide her over until morning.

Any gold digger worth her salt should be demanding Cleveland send a new    private jet by now or dressing herself to the nines on Jack's credit    card. Instead, she was gazing around the luxury hotel suite in what    appeared to be awe.                       
       
           



       

"It's huge," she muttered, her heels echoing on the marble floor of the    foyer, Dee Dee's claws ticked along at her side as they stepped into   the  living room.

Jack shut the suite door behind them. "You were the one who insisted on two bedrooms."

She turned. "Did I foil your plans?"

He tensed for a split second before realizing she was referring to any    plans he might have had to sleep with her. "I have no plans." At least    not to make love with her. At least not tonight.

Though, if she'd agreed to one bedroom and hopped into a king-sized bed, he would have eagerly followed.

"Let me guess," she purred. "Other women generally fall for your 'come on up to my free hotel suite.

Oh-'" she dramatically raised her hand to her lips, mimicking his voice "-look, there's only one great big bed.'"

He couldn't help but grin at her exaggeration. Yet, somehow her opinion    pricked his pride. It seemed she felt he had no honor, and had to   resort  to trickery to attract women.