Chapter 6
Nico
Because I’m way too obsessed, the next day I check to see if Sondra quit or checked out. She didn’t, but she did call in sick.
I search the casino video feeds until I eventually spot her lying out by the pool.
I smile. Good for her.
But then I wish I hadn’t found her, because the urge to go out on the pool deck and rip that string bikini off her body and lick every place the sun hasn’t touched overwhelms me. And that’s closely followed by a blast of white hot jealousy. Because every f*****g guy on the pool deck is seeing the same thing I am.
And something about a scantily clad Sondra Simonson is way more risqué than the showgirls and cocktail waitresses who parade around my club with more of their asses and t**s showing.
I do the only thing reasonable—get the hell awa
