Chapter 10: Sebastian

What was it about the roulette table?

Even when you don't want women to hang around you, they see you winning, and they swarm around you like bees to honey. It was only nine, so it was pretty early for Vegas. I had been to Vegas a few times, so I knew my way around. But no matter how much they updated the hotel, the people never changed.

Mason was acting suspicious; checking out his phone all the time. Then he'd be looking around as if he was on the lookout for someone. I was just about to ask him if the stripper-or strippers, if Mason had hired one for all of us-were due to meet us at the table or some-thing.

But then Paul won and was jumping up and down as if he had made a touchdown. In the midst of it all, I saw who Mason was looking out for as I saw Sophia ap-proaching our table slowly. My eyes darted in his direc-tion, but he ignored me.

"Who won? Who won?" Sophia said

I ignored her question. "What are you doing here?"

"Me?" she asked innocently while putting her hand to her chest as if she were an angel. I loved my sis, but I knew that she was far from an angel. Ever since a jerk cheated on her back in college, she had left a string of broken hearts.

I shook my head, thinking about being dragged to Vegas and my sister being here. The guys loved Sophia; she was hot and knew all the right people in town if they ever wanted a hookup. Models, singers, actresses, she knew them all, but she was modest with her various claims to fame. Her real passion was journalism, and that was the only thing that got her excited. That, and possi-bly Mason, judging by the way they'd just hugged each other. They were a lot friendlier than I remembered.

The cheers and guys always asked me if Sophia knew the latest pop sensation and if she could get them a ticket to one of the latest celebrity parties. Lately, that was all she and I talked about; we had grown distant over time as we had got so involved with our careers. I didn't blame her or think that it was my fault. I was hap-py to see her. Especially when I realized that she hadn't come alone.

I saw Emma strolling slowly while grabbing every man's attention in a hot black number with red heels.

Mason winked at me and didn't hesitate in wrap-ping his arms a bit too tightly around Sophia's waist. I wondered if he had a thing for her, but then I'd asked him once, and he said that he never dug older women. Noting his affectionate hug for Sophia, I wondered if he had changed his mind. Maybe things had changed dra-matically since back then when we'd had the conversa-tion.

"Hello," Emma said, shyly hiding behind Sophia as if she was her shadow.

"Hey," I said as I walked up to her. I would deal with my sister later. I had no idea why she felt the need to come here this weekend, but I knew that it had some-thing to do with Mason. He was clearly distracted as he lifted Sophia up in the air and swung her around.

"So, you guys mixed it up." My eyes darted to my sister, who was wearing a red dress and black heels, to Emma who was wearing the opposite.

It was cute, the sort of thing that they would do back in college when they would go out and tell me to stay inside and be a good boy. I'd had visions of them each hooking up with some guy, and I used to get jeal-ous. The idea of anyone even looking at Emma right now drove me crazy.

"Hey, it's the stripper!" Kent pointed out.

She laughed while raising her hands up as if she was confessing to the crime, "Yeah, I'm the stripper who followed you all the way to Vegas. Mason paid me top dollar." Then she winked at me. I felt a connection that made me think that now that we were older, things would turn out differently.

"So, who's betting next?" she asked as she drew closer toward me. Mason had his arm around my sister as if she were his prized possession.

Emma didn't want to be near Kent or Paul, seeing as they didn't drop the joke about her being a stripper. I didn't get it; they couldn't have gone to the meeting when she was being introduced to the team. I thought that it was just me. Her tits bounced as she swung her hair around her shoulders. Just like she used to do when she was younger.

I straightened up and smiled, "Me."

I wished that no one had been around at that mo-ment because of my dick, which I'd thought was dead. Lately it hadn't reacted to any woman; it didn't matter how hot she was. But for some reason it jerked slightly as I thought about Emma. She was so damn close to me right now. I felt embarrassed at the fact that it was losing control and pointing in her direction.

"In that case Sebastian, if you win..." She rolled her eyes making me feel the need to jerk off.

Why did my teen crush not die down after all this time?

"Then, you have to book an examination with me, first thing Monday morning."

Oh, she wanted to play that game did she? She may have been fooling everyone else but no one would come all the way to Vegas just to talk me into a physio session.

I smiled cheekily, thinking that if this was the game that she wanted to play, then I could play it too.

"If not, then I'll choose something."

"What?"

"Emma, that would be telling."

She had a lot to be worried about, because if I won, this fantasy that I used to have about her would become a reality.

It made my dick jerk every single time her name was mentioned, or if she was in my presence. Which had been twice this weekend, which was crazy considering that I hadn't seen her for ten years. I wasn't going to lose; I was the roulette king and, with the stakes this high, she didn't know that there was no way she was go-ing to win.

I didn't care if she was my doctor or not: she would be coming back to my suite.

Alone.

Not with any of the guys or even my sis.

She was thinking about it, but she had no choice. This was my rule, and she had to play along.

"Okay," she purred as she faced the table.

I didn't hesitate in picking up my chips and asking her to blow on them for luck. I wished those sexy lips were on mine and not the chips, as she bent down to kiss them. Then, I put them on black number thirteen.

She said, "But that's unlucky."

I'd never thought of her as being superstitious.

I laughed and said, "How can it be unlucky when tonight's my lucky night?"

Besides, I thought she wanted me to lose, but her words told me otherwise and so did her body language as she edged closer to me. She hadn't flown to Vegas to book an examination. She had come here for something else. And I was more than willing to give it to her to-night...