Played For A Fool? Not Me.

eading like a shadow. Tara Lawrence pointed a manicured finger

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thousand-dollar shoes to her smug face, then back to the mess. A simple a

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n' t used to being told no.

loth and cleaning supplies

ounge, watched the scene with a bored, amused smirk. He leaned back in his velve

or you won' t have a job by morning,"

t my dignity wasn' t for sale. "Then I

ing the weight of every eye in the room on my back. The silence wa

ce. I expected to be fired. Instead, he told me

ually only delivered room service to. The city of Las V

casual silk shirt that probably cost more than my m

ifer," he said, his voice smooth as

n like him didn't ask out a cocktail waitress, especially

ed, keeping my

ust say I was impressed by your nerve. And Tara...

But in his eyes, I saw something else: an opportunit

I was going to play, I w

or me?" I asked,

his face. He liked that.

promised. "I' ll g