Taking a Chance on the Lucky One by Steve Trounday
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.8 MB
When casino host Randy Kennedy is found crouched over the dead wife of one of Las Vegas’s high-rollers, he flees the scene, pursued by not only the cops but the dead woman’s mobster husband. Randy seeks sanctuary at the home of Angela Grisham, who he knows he can trust, even if she has had the poor taste to spurn his romantic advances. When a second homicide takes the life of a wealthy casino mogul, Randy, again at the wrong place and time, becomes the main suspect. Randy and a reluctant Angela soon find themselves on the run from both the cops and the mob. Together, they discover a missing Van Gogh painting is at the center of the killings, but finding it and the killer and tying both to the murders becomes an increasingly dangerous endeavor. As they delve into the black market world of forged and stolen paintings, they must put their growing love and their very lives on the line.
RANDY TRACED HIS fingers over the smooth skin of her breasts. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
Cynthia kissed his neck and ran her lips down his torso. “Mmm.”
“Joe could show up at any time. It’s too risky.”
“I like the danger.” She caressed his groin, and he moaned in pleasure. “You work in a casino. You should be accustomed to taking chances. Besides, Joseph’s winning. He won’t leave the blackjack tables while he has a lucky streak going.”
“He did ask me to take good care of you. I don’t expect this is what he had in mind, though, and he’s not a man to anger.”
Cynthia combed her fingers through his brown hair. “Let me worry about that. God, you’re a stud.” She stroked her fingernails down his inner thighs. “I’m glad I coaxed you into bed.”
Randy offered her a wide smile. “Right now, I am too.”
“We should do this more often. Why do I have to work so hard to get you in the sack?”
“I’ve been busy, and you’re a married woman.”
She winked at him. “It’s all those girlfriends you have, isn’t it?”
“I have to do something. You’ve been spending too much time at the Conquistador Resort with Conrad Hale. What’s a lonesome boy like me supposed to do when you’re not around?”
Cynthia’s lips curled up. “Who are you trying to kid? You have beautiful women lined up waiting. And Conrad’s an exciting diversion from my horrid marriage.”
“I thought I was your distraction.”
“That’s what I like about you. We can have a good time without the messy relationship drama.”
“We need to find a better place to rendezvous.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” She rolled on top of him. Her chest heaved as she gasped in ecstasy.
A knock echoed through from the outer room of the suite.
Randy’s heart started pounding. “I better get out of here.”
Cynthia leaned back in the bed while he scurried out from under the sheets and put on his pants.
There was another thunderous knock.
She smirked at Randy, her white teeth glimmering. “I guess I should see who’s calling.”
He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. “Wait until I’m dressed.”
Cynthia shot him an annoyed look. “Whoever it is, I’m not inviting them in here.” She slid out of the bed, put on a robe, and glided into the living room. She turned and pulled the double doors closed, then walked over to the mirror and primped her platinum blond hair as the pounding on the door grew louder. Irritated, Cynthia snapped, “I’m coming.” She hurried to the door and opened it.