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clear as day and move away from the table before Ramos can do anything else. I’ve overstepped my boundaries when it comes to these men, and Davies just called me out on it.
    The fake smile I’ve had painted on my face all evening has disappeared, leaving me ornery and less than pleasant to look at. Knowing this isn’t the best first day on the job, I work the last hour of my shift with a don’t fuck with me vibe radiating off my body. Luckily the tips I’d earned from earlier in the night are enough to cover me for a little bit.
    By the time the last hand is won and the men collect their winnings, I’ve had enough. I just want to go home, crawl into bed, and forget this night ever happened. Unfortunately, I must have done something in a past life to really piss Karma off, because as I make my way around the table, collecting the empties, Ramos decides to press his luck.
    I’m leaning over just slightly to pick up a tumbler when I feel his heat come up behind me. “You know, that attitude of yours really makes me hard, Mami,” he whispers just seconds before his palm lands on my ass with a hard, stinging crack . At the instant pain, I spin around, throwing common sense into the wind and letting my instinct kick in.
    Before I can think or even stop myself, my knee comes up swiftly, hitting my target with perfect precision. Ramos goes down in a heap on the carpeted floor, clutching his balls as he grunts in agony.
    Davies gasps from behind me. “Are you okay, Nell?”
    “Oh shit,” is all I’m able to say as I stand in shock, eyes wide on the man writhing in pain on the floor at my feet. If my smartass attitude earlier didn’t do me in, this just did.
    “What the fuck just happened?” Nick shouts, running over to us. The moment his eyes land on Ramos he mutters a low, “Ah, fuck.”
    “I didn’t mean to!” I shout. “It was just a reflex!”
    The door to the suite opens and one of the men in black from earlier steps in, his blank eyes trained on me. Without skipping a beat, he says, “Boss wants to see you, ma’am.”
    “But…” I stutter, looking between the suit and Davies, “How…?”
    Davies points to the ceiling. “Cameras all over the room, babe. I forgot to warn you,” she offers with a small, sympathetic smile, thinking the exact same thing I am.
    I’m about to get canned.
    It’s the perfect cherry on the shit sundae that is my life. My shoulders slump in defeat as I step over a prone Ramos and follow after the suit. The silent ride on the elevator does nothing to calm my suddenly frazzled nerves, and when the doors open on the fifth floor, I feel like I’m about to come out of my skin.
    I let my feelings take over tonight, rather than my intelligence. I know better than anyone what my given situation is. Broke girls with glued together shoes, desperately trying to make it big in this city can’t afford to think with their heart, they have to think with their mind and decide what is best for them. Clearly I failed at that tonight, letting my emotions get the best of me.
    Shit!
    I not only need this job, but if I get fired from Hotel Paragon, it will ruin my abilities to try to find any other waitressing job on the Strip. Nerves start to ricochet through my body, and my stomach rolls as a queasy feeling takes over me. What have I done?
    I feel like I’m taking the walk of shame as I follow the guy down a long hallway to a closed door marked “Personnel Only.” He swipes his card and I hear a faint beep before what sounds like a lock disengaging. Pushing the door open, he steps to the side and waves for me to enter. I take one step when the heel of my right shoe gives out and breaks right off.
    And I lose it.
    “Goddamned, son of a motherfucking bitch whore!”

Chapter Three
    **GAVIN**
     
     
    Very un-lady like swearing pops out of the most delicious lips I’ve ever seen as Brian opens the door for the little fireball of a waitress. Stumbling forward, she trips on her shoe and I