When the invitation arrived, it detailed the rules of the masquerade--no names, no identities.I set one more--find a most wicked man for one night.The kind who'll bring me deliciously naughty pleasure in dark corners.But as the clock ticks to midnight, he finds me, whisks me away to a secret alcove, and delivers all that dirty bliss and then some.We make arrangements for another secret rendezvous before I rush out of the ball. But fate has other plans, since I see my most wicked man the next morning.
He's the billionaire owner of the hotel across the Strip from mine.
My rival. My enemy.
We vie for business every second of every day, so the last thing I can do is let him in my bed at night.I give in one final time, in a daring, risqu game of chance, and then I vow to resist.And that's what I do every time I see him, every time I get to know the brilliant, mercurial man who wants a piece of my business.
Until the night he ups the stakes. And I have no choice but to see his bet and raise it.