_Author’s POV_
The man in the black tuxedo pointed to the seat just vacated by a man who’d lost the round as well.
“Whatever.” Celina gave the newcomer a once-over.
She appreciated his broad shoulders and chiseled face, but she wasn’t interested in a hook-up tonight.
Right now, all she wanted to do was play and win.
The dealer shuffled the deck with practiced precision, the cards making a soft whisking sound as they moved through his expert hands.
“Hit me.” Celina tapped the table with a manicured finger.
If she wasn’t already well into the process of getting roaring drunk, she would have noticed the subtle look exchanged between the tuxedoed newcomer and the dealer.
It was a brief glance, lasting no more than a second, but it spoke volumes to anyone who knew what
