She fascinated him. He didn't know why. He'd only seen her once before, but she'd made such an impression that night six months ago he knew he'd never forget her.
The first time he'd seen her had been here, at Le Casino, as well. Then, as now, he'd been sitting at the exclusive high roller tables, and then, as now, every head at the table had turned- Cristiano turned, too, to see what had caught every man's attention-No wonder every man stared.
The baroness was small, slim, and beautiful. She had a delicate oval face framed by blond ringlets, long loose curls that gave her a decidedly angelic appearance, although her eyes, slightly tilted at the corners, were not completely innocent-Beautiful girls were a dime a dozen, but she touched him; with her serious expression, her dark brown brows pulled, the deep furrow between arched brows.
Cristiano watched now as the young baroness stood just in*side the door, not nervous or uncertain, just focused- She wore a look of utter concentration, an expression of grave concern, and Cristiano was certain this is what Joan of Arc must have looked like before battle as she moved to Johann van Bergen’s side.
Cristiano had never liked Johann, would never like Johann, and had deliberately sat at this table so he could play the baron, Cristiano had discovered months ago that Johann van Bergen didn't know how to play cards, couldn't gamble and hadn't a clue how to walk away from a game even when he was being bled. And he was most definitely bleeding tonight. Bleeding out. Bleeding dry,
Cristiano scooped up a handful of chips, moved them for*ward, upping the ante by two hundred and fifty thousand pounds. It wasn't a small bet. But neither was it huge. Over five million pounds had already been wagered tonight. Johann's loss to Cristiano's gain.
Eyes narrowing, Cristiano watched as Samantha approached the table, watched one long loose blond tendril slide forward on her shoulder, dangle across her breast- He envied the curl-Longed to take it, twine it around his fingers and then dip it be*tween her full breasts.
Cristiano reached for his whiskey, sipped it, let the heat and fire warm him, wanting Samantha, She made him feel—curious, carnal, intent on possession-She crouched now at Johann's side, her velvet cloak pushed back on her shoulders, her slim bare arms extended, her hands on Johannes thigh.
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