95 Chapter 95

All Splendor had to do was win. Very simple, despite the fact a thick coat of sweat lay on her palms. Very simple until she'd stepped in here. Till he'd started these undermining tactics. Timed Chess? Naked pieces? Tossing that damnable watch of his at Chasens? Developing butter fingers when Chasens heaved it back? Now he even waved away the liveried footman, refusing a drink. Him? When he'd staggered into Boodle's that day, drunk as an empty bottle.

He'd also chosen this room where she was all the more aware of him sitting there in his immaculate, charcoal-gray coat, a dark contrast to the cream walls. The carelessly combed hair falling over his face every time he leaned forward. A raggle-taggle gypsy dressed as a gentleman. A man who had made her the most shocking offer. An offer she had accepted because of Gabe, who, if he ever found out, would surely kill her.