I Can't Own You? (BOOK 1)

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Resorts World Casino for "dinner," how uppity is that? We enter the main area filled with dinging machines, swarming with people and music. Jazz music. Fancy customers surround the hall, including a woman in a gold dress that looked real...that I wanted to steal. I envy that the players on the machines had big money to throw away on low chances of luck...that's something I couldn't do.

"Ever been here before?" James end my thoughts.

"No, I'd rather spend money on something I can keep."

He laughs. "I get your point...I just like a thrill every now and then. Believe it or not, my kind gets bored too, so why not risk something?"

"Wow, I see who's the adult here."

James loops my arm in his. "How old are you?" He leads me to the bar and flags down the bartender.

"24, and I'm guessing you're like 30."

"33." Our eyes meet, then his pan down the blue mermaid dress in delight. The long and sheer neck shows exposure to my boob illusion with a lace lining across my chest. The back has a slit to show some skin. I checked it out in the mirror as I tried it on, this part came off natural. No visibility of the girdle. I'm good.

The dress sparkles, shining like diamonds. Like stars on a blue sky. The dark blue is electric. I feel eyes on me while we pace the grand lobby. My hair is just down, wavy but acceptable. I push it to one side. My eye makeup is simple; light foundation but bare lips. Shit, I would be a ten if I had my bag. I have on no heels; short boots are under my dress, I lift the dress, hoping this didn't look ridiculous. They're black and pointed....maybe they look like fancy flats?

"You look great in my gift." James pulls out a chair at a bar for me. "You can have more than that dress...if you want."

Is this guy serious? He's actually going for it. "Why are you into me?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"Yeah, I do, so answer them." I give attitude.

The bartender hurries over to us. "What can I get you two?"

"Vodka, straight up." He says quickly to the bartender who jets off. He seems a bit annoyed by me. But I don't care to ease up. He senses this, unwillingly, he answers. "I saw you at the same place...twice. I'm not a "three times the charm" type of guy; two times is enough. Plus, you have a tight ass."

I do, but I don't let that fact distract me. I think up another question. "What's your full name, and what do you do for a living?"

"James Tillman, now enough with the investigation, I said I'd tell you." He accepts our drinks from the bartender, James hands me my glass and downs his with ease. His arms nearly rip from his new dress shirt. I take my time drinking. What else can I bring up...other than questions? I sip, thinking as his caramel eyes stare over my body. "You look absolutely beautiful." He pronounces "beautiful" with such power that I lose my train of thought.

James sits my drink down, stands, and guides me with him, wrapping me in his arms, his hands grip at my waist. I place my hands around his neck as our bodies sway to the soft music. This isn't the dance floor, yet he chooses to dance here. He comes closer to whisper in my ear. "I deal in drugs, cocaine, meth. By the end of the week, I'll total in ten billion dollars...tell me, does your boyfriend have that?" He gloats smugly.

"Stop bringing up my boyfriend; I'm not leaving him for you!" I get mad. Fuck this asshole; I'll happily pay those hackers to wipe the unattractive cockiness from his soul. Piece of shit!

"What if I moan for you?" He whispers on, tickles my ear, giving me goosebumps and burning up my stomach. Don't give in...this dick is no longer exciting, my mission is over. "No?" I guess my expression revealed my disinterest. James pulls away and observes my face, his eyes shifting, scanning. "You lost interest?"

I don't reply.

He stops dancing, and his hand digs around his pocket, receiving a phone. "I'll be right back, stay here." James demands, before answering the phone and stepping away to better hear. Good riddance. This is my way out of here; I got what I needed.

he money is drug money, his name is James Tillman...he's trying to get the cash off the card but can't, and he's a soon to be billionaire. It's time to bleed him dry. I head to the entrance, holding up my dress and glancing back, my hair whipping with the movements, spotting James turn a corner in the distance.

Fuck, I have no money for an uber...no phone...no pepper spray in case he looks for me. I stand in a grand entrance with a gigantic chandelier, clueless. What now?

I decide to be desperate. Ugh, I'm gonna hate this. I tap the shoulder of an elderly woman, about in her late 50's. "Hello, um, I forgot my phone, could I use yours to make a call?"

"Oh, of course, sweetie." The lady nods warmly and hands me a flip phone from a brown purse. Really? I haven't used one of these since school days...as an emergency phone.

"Thank you so much." I open the dial screen and punch in a number I've known by heart for six years.

"Hello?" Sam answers on the second ring, thank god he's the type that answers unknown calls.

"Hey, it's me, I figured everything out, meet me at Resorts World Casino." I hang up fast, not wanting to hear a young boomer rage and interrogate me. "Thank you!" I say again to the old woman, receiving a sudden, soft hug in return.

In the exterior lobby of the building, I sit on a bench as people pass in from outside, inviting the ghost of chilly air in with them. I keep an eye on the entrance, even getting up a few times to shield and hide my body behind a pillar beam, in case James neared the entrance. Close to an hour later, a familiar black Nissan rolls up.