Gigolo? Was his roommate wearing off on him? He snorted pleasantly and let it go. If a woman thought him attractive enough to launch a career in male escorting, he wasn’t going to get his boxers in a knot. He briefly considered what it would be like, forging a long-term relationship with a woman in exchange for cash when he was a good boy. It was a little too reminiscent of lining up for an allowance with his palms out. ’Please, ma’am, may I have some more?’
He put his money on Red 34.
“You’re very perceptive,” he said, tipping the bottle to her. “Thought I’d try something new. You a tourist?” He shook his head and leaned his forearms on the table. “Not that it’s a bad thing. Seems like nobody's really from Las Vegas. You aren’t, not with that accent. You in town for a few days or planning on staying?”
A casino manager leaned over the croupier and whispered something. Daniel was watchful. The man had a hell of a carotid artery. The thing bulged. That kind of thing used to gross him out, especially when guys lifted weights at the gym. Now it was awesome.
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He put his money on Red 34.
“You’re very perceptive,” he said, tipping the bottle to her. “Thought I’d try something new. You a tourist?” He shook his head and leaned his forearms on the table. “Not that it’s a bad thing. Seems like nobody's really from Las Vegas. You aren’t, not with that accent. You in town for a few days or planning on staying?”
A casino manager leaned over the croupier and whispered something. Daniel was watchful. The man had a hell of a carotid artery. The thing bulged. That kind of thing used to gross him out, especially when guys lifted weights at the gym. Now it was awesome.