Page 44 of Sins of a King
I sighed. “I see your point.”
“I’m glad you do. Even though I own a brothel, my employees are protected and have a choice. I don’t exploit them.”
“I never said you did.”
“You don’t think sex for money is a form of exploitation?”
“It is only if the women don’t have a choice in the matter. And as you said that’s not how you run your business.”
Sex for power was something I’d never been able to pull off. I just wasn’t wired that way, but some women were, and good for them.
I took his glass from him and threw back the rest of his drink. He looked at me in amusement and handed off the empty glass to a passing cocktail waitress.
“You surprise me. All the time,” he said with a soft smile.
“Why? Because I’m not arguing with you? I don’t fight for the sake of fighting.”
“So you don’t think I’m a misogynistic arsehole?”
“Are you?”
He sighed. “Do you ever answer a question with a straight answer?”
“Do you?” I fired back.
Flynn laughed, causing other people to stare at us. “Do you want another drink or do you want to gamble?”
“Take me to the blackjack table.”
“As you wish.”
An hour later, I was winning at the tables when Flynn got a phone call. He glanced at the screen and said, “Sorry, but I have to take this.”
I waved him away and went back to gambling. Flynn left my side and someone else took his spot. Turning my head, I looked at the newcomer. It was Brad Shapiro, Flynn’s head of security, and he was watching me with a steady gaze.
“Hello,” I said.
He inclined his head in greeting but otherwise remained quiet. Even though I went back to focusing on the game, I knew Brad kept his eyes trained on me. Maybe it was because Flynn didn’t want to leave me alone in the casino, but it felt like something more than just protection. It felt like possessiveness, too, like Flynn wanted to make sure of my whereabouts at all times.
“Where’s Flynn?” I asked Brad after a moment.
“Dealing with business.”
“So what am I supposed to do until he gets back?”
Brad gestured to the rest of the casino. “If you’re sick of blackjack, you can always play poker. Or craps or roulette.”
“Do you think he’s going to be a while dealing with business?”
“It’s a safe bet.”
“No pun intended?” I said with a wry grin. “You don’t have to keep me company.”
“Yes, I do. Boss’s orders.”
I sighed. “Do you know have any idea when he’ll be finished?”
“Not a clue.”
