Betting On Love

by Cheris Hodges

Genres: African American; African American Women's Fiction; African American Romance

Synopsis

What Happens In Vegas. . . High-stakes action and even hotter men are all Jade Christian wants now that her scheming boyfriend has aced her out of his bed and their successful company. But her Vegas weekend spree has turned into several nights of steamy commitment-free hookups with easygoing businessman James Goings--and he's becoming the one bet she can't resist . . . Is Just The Beginning. . . Growing up in the shadow of his famous athlete brother taught James that focusing on his career was far safer than trusting beautiful women. His sizzling encounters with Jade could almost change his mind . . . if he wasn't afraid she'd use him for revenge on her ex. But the more he sees of the real, down-to-earth woman behind the seductress, the more James will risk to win her love for a lifetime. . .

Release date: March 1, 2012

Publisher: Dafina

Print pages: 385

Sample

The only thing on James Goings’s mind was getting away from the antics of his brother’s overpaid football player friends and their constant need for high-stakes gambling and hounding every woman in a short skirt. For the last three hours, he’d been sitting in a private room in Harrah’s casino in Las Vegas, losing his money to half of the Carolina Panthers’ offensive line. And where had Maurice, his brother, been? In a corner, talking to his wife on the phone.

That fool should’ve just brought Kenya with him. Crossing the casino floor and ignoring the dings and bells of the slot machines, James decided that he’d had enough of Sin City and that he was going to go back to his hotel room, pack, and head back to North Carolina, where he’d have some peace and more money in his pocket.

When he passed the gold and glass baccarat room, a blur of black and silky hair slammed into him. The woman’s purse hit the floor and seemed to explode. He reached down to help her pick up the contents of the purse: lipstick, a few coins and ... Was that a condom?

Glancing at her as she stuffed her things in the overly full silver purse, he noticed how beautiful she was with her shiny black hair, sparkling brown eyes, and butter-rum skin. “I think this is yours,” James said as he extended his hand to her.

“Oh my God,” she said as she took the condom from him. A slight blush colored her cheeks as she attempted to close her hopelessly overstuffed purse.

James hid his amusement, but he had to wonder why she was bold enough to carry her own protection but embarrassed that he’d handed it to her. She’s definitely not a Vegas call girl if taking a condom from my hand makes her blush like that.

Jade Christian had journeyed to Vegas with her girlfriends to have a wild weekend, à la Britney Spears, before returning to the shambles of her own life in Atlanta, Georgia. The condom was a stupid joke perpetuated by her good friend Serena Jacobs, who used sex as a weapon in her own life. She’d told Jade that the best way to get back at her boyfriend for cheating was to have an affair of her own. And what better place to do it than in Sin City?

Jade wasn’t an angel, but she didn’t subscribe to the notion that two wrongs made a right. At this moment, though, she could’ve stabbed Serena in the chest for slipping that condom in her purse. She could see how he was looking at her, and she didn’t like it one bit.

“It’s not what you think,” she said.

“I’m not thinking a thing.”

Jade rose to her feet, adjusted her purse on her shoulder, and smiled. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’d like to think that’s one of my most redeeming qualities,” he joked, then extended his hand to her again. “I’m James.”

For a moment, Jade started to give him the pseudonym she’d been using all weekend when some lusty man approached her. But there was something about James. “Jade,” she replied, with a smile.

“Beautiful name and it fits, because you’re a beautiful woman.”

The blush was back again, and for the first time, she regretted listening to Kandace and wearing a tight black lace dress that barely covered her thighs. He probably thought she was a Vegas call girl. She’d planned on wearing a nice pantsuit to the casino that night. But her girls had told her that part of her problem was that she’d allowed Stephen’s rules of fashion to take over her life. What had that gotten her? The pleasure of seeing him with another woman, who had more plastic parts than a Barbie doll.

Stephen Carter, the owner of one of Atlanta’s most upscale restaurants, had been her boyfriend, and she’d thought they would marry. They’d met when she applied for a job as his bookkeeper four years ago. She’d gotten the job and his heart, or so she’d thought.

Once they’d begun their relationship, he’d tried his best to change her. He’d had her dress as if she were a conservative forty-year-old woman instead of a vibrant twenty-nine-year-old with a lot of fun left in her.

He had hated her friends and had tried to introduce her to a set of women that he thought were more suitable for her to hang out with. Needless to say, she hadn’t agreed with his assessment of her friends, and she’d refused to let him ruin those relationships. Especially after she’d discovered that before they’d met, he’d tried to sleep with Alicia Michaels, her best friend and party planner to the elite. But Alicia had shot him down, and he’d never gotten over it. Part of Jade had wondered, after the breakup, of course, if he’d dated her hoping to get closer to her friend.

Luckily, she had the kinds of friends that didn’t sneak behind your back and try to steal your man. Alicia didn’t want anything to do with Stephen, and she had been against Jade’s relationship with him from the start. “I tried to warn you,” she’d told Jade as they flew to Vegas.

“Are you enjoying yourself in Vegas?” James asked, breaking into her thoughts.

“Honestly, no. It certainly isn’t what I expected.”

“What did you expect?” His eyebrows rose, and a smirk spread across his lips.

“Not that, despite the dress and the contents of my purse. I was just looking for a chance to unwind and have some fun.”

“And how were you going to do that?”

Jade was beginning to think that she’d been wrong about him as well, because she could’ve sworn that he was trying to proposition her. “Well, it certainly doesn’t include doing anything I’d regret in the morning with some stranger. So if you think that a woman who carries condoms ...”

“Slow down, sweetheart. I was asking because I want to go somewhere else myself and get away from my brother’s cheating friends.”

“Cheating men. What a surprise.”

“They cheat at poker. The lone married man of the group is sitting on the phone, talking to his wife because he misses her so much.”

Jade narrowed her eyes and then smiled. “Poker cheaters, huh? How much money did you lose?”

“More than I care to talk about. I know I’m not that lousy of a card player. There was some cheating going on.”

“Want to win it back?” Jade rubbed her hands together. “I’ve been itching to release some tension and play a game of poker or something. My friends are in the baccarat room, because they’re doing their thing.”

James’s face asked, “What’s that?”

Jade laughed. “They like to stroke egos and win money. Not that they don’t have plenty of their own, but when they come to Vegas, they like for someone else to take on the debt, if you know what I mean.”

“I think I do. A bunch of beautiful women who charm old men into letting them play on their dime. No offense, but that sounds like a gang of gold diggers to me.”

Jade rolled her eyes. “Typical. But what about these men who think all they need to do is flash some cash and a woman is all theirs? So my girls like to flip the script on them. There are worse things we could be doing.”

“We?”

“They are my friends, and we’re here together. And since it seems that you men lump us all together ...”

“Whoa. Now, you’re obviously angry at someone, and I’m going to assume that since I just met you, it isn’t me,” James said. “But on behalf of the asshole who pissed you off, I’m sorry.”

Jade laughed heartily, realizing that she was projecting her anger on James and that he didn’t deserve it. “No, let me apologize. About that money that you lost. Do you want it back?”

“Listen, as much as I do, those guys are some real cardsharps, and taking you up there would be like leading a bleeding baby seal into a tank full of hungry great whites.”

She placed her hand on James’s shoulder. “Never judge a book by its cover. Do you want your money back or not?”

James didn’t know why he listened to Jade and headed back up to the game room he’d dubbed “the players’ suite.” But they rode the elevator up to the fifteenth floor and walked into the room.

All the movement and talking stopped, and the men sitting at the different tables ogled Jade as she crossed the floor. Protectively, James wrapped his arm around her waist, and their stares became even more intense.

“Well, well, somebody called an escort ser vice,” one of the fatter men said before folding his poker hand. “James done got a woman.”

“Shut up, Homer,” James said. “Where’s Mo?”

Homer, who really could use a low carb diet, rolled his eyes and said, “Where do you think? He’s on the phone with his wife. I swear, that dude used to be fun. Want to get dealt in and give me some more of those long dollars?”

“I do,” Jade said, then quickly took a seat at the table, across from Homer.

“Little girl, you’re out of your league,” Homer declared, and the other men laughed.

“Fat man, you don’t know me. Let’s do this,” she said, then folded her hands underneath her chin. “How much?”

All the men looked at Jade as if she were an alien sitting at the table, demanding to be taken to their leader.

“Thousand,” Homer spat.

Reaching into her purse, Jade pulled out a wad of cash. “Done.”

James crossed over to her. Leaning over her shoulder, he asked, “Are you sure you can handle this?”

“There’s not too much I can’t handle,” she said, brimming with confidence and bravado. Looking around the table, she imagined that every man sitting there was Stephen, and she was going to make sure that she stuck it to them.

“Little lady,” Homer said, “would you like to deal?”

Taking the deck from his hand, Jade smiled, then shuffled the cards with the skill of the dealers on the floor of the casino. They’d underestimated Jade, and now she was going to make them pay for it.

“Five-card stud or Texas hold ’em?” she asked.

The men’s mouths hung open like those of little hound dogs, and from the corner of the room where he was standing, James was enjoying the show. Jade looked as if she was about to beat the players at their own game.

When she dealt the first hand, Homer won and seemed to regain his swagger. But the next five hands went to Jade, and James loved every minute of it. Especially when she’d lean across the table to rake in the pot and the hem of her dress would inch up, exposing the sexiest thigh he’d ever seen. Her skin looked so smooth that he wanted to reach out and touch it. But there was no way he could do that. He didn’t know a thing about her other than the fact that she was fine as hell.

After the sixth hand Jade won, she decided that she’d done enough damage. “Gentlemen, it’s been real, but I think I’ve taken enough of your money.” Pushing away from the table, Jade turned to James, who had the biggest grin on his face.

“Damn,” he said. “Y ’all got beat by a girl. Big, tough football players broken down by a beautiful lady.”

“Shut up!” Homer snapped as he sulked.

Turning to Jade, James asked, “Are you ready to leave, or do you want to take the rest of their money?”

She looked at the angry faces of the men. “I think we’d better go.”

James opened the door and held it for Jade to pass through. Once they made it to the elevator and got on, he turned to her and smiled again. “Fess up,” he said. “You were a dealer at one of these casinos in a past life?”

“No,” she said through her grin. “I grew up on a riverboat out in Mississippi with my parents. My father was a dealer, and when my mother was performing, I’d sit underneath the table while he took drunk people’s money. The hand is truly quicker than the eye, and your friends made it real easy since they couldn’t take their eyes off my chest.”

Clearing his throat, James looked away because he couldn’t take his eyes off her chest, legs, ass, or face. He didn’t want Jade to think that he was just like everybody else.

“So, how much money did you lose? Because I think I won that back and some,” she said as she started counting the stack of bills she had in her hand.

“If you let me take you to dinner, someplace off the Strip, we’ll be able to call it even,” he said. Where did that come from ? This woman has a lot going on with her, and you need to be going the other way.

“I tell you what, I’ll buy dinner and you pick the place,” she said as she fanned the cash before stuffing it in her purse. “And hopefully, this will dispel your gold-digger notion.”

“Something tells me that you’re a woman full of surprises,” he said as the doors to the elevator opened to the casino floor.

Jade stepped off. “I’ve heard that a time or two.”

Walking about a step behind her, James suddenly wanted to see what surprises lay underneath her silk and lace. It’s just one weekend. We’re adults, and she said she wanted to unwind. I know just how she can do that.

Jade knew why James was behind her. Despite the fact that he had been a perfect gentleman so far, he was a man and he was staring. Turning around, she caught him with his eyes glued to her behind. Though part of her wanted to be irate at the fact that he was so blatant with his ogling, another part of her didn’t mind his silent admiration, because it was so unlike that of many other men in the casino, who’d said some of the nastiest things to her and her friends. Still, she couldn’t help but rib him a bit. “Maybe you should take a picture. It would last longer.”

“Are you in the third grade?” he shot back. “Sorry, but I wouldn’t be human if I didn’t look. And what did you expect when you put that dress on, anyway?”

“Touché.” She slowed her pace so that he could catch up with her.

James grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly. “Listen, there’s a steak house downtown where we can go and talk. You’re not a vegetarian, are you?”

“No, not at all,” she said. “My grandmother was raised on meat. She’s about a hundred now.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he said, slipping his arm around her waist. “A woman who actually eats.”

Jade didn’t move his hand away, even though his touch seemed a little too familiar. But there was something about him that she liked, and he made her feel comfortable. Maybe the little packet in her purse would prove to be useful, after all. They were adults, and it was just one weekend. I can’t believe I’m even thinking about sleeping with this man, she thought as they headed out the door.

Don B’s Steakhouse was the perfect romantic setting for a couple: the lights were low, and candles illuminated the dining room. In the golden glow, James thought Jade looked like an angel with a hint of something naughty below the surface. As the hostess led them to a table in the rear of the restaurant, the naughtiness about Jade piqued his interest.

Though he’d sworn off women, especially since his sister-in-law had tried to seduce him when she thought that his brother had cheated on her with the same woman who’d broken them up nine years prior, he was willing to spend his last few days in Vegas with Jade, since anything they had would be just a fling.

James hadn’t had the best of luck when it came to the opposite sex, ofttimes finding out that the woman he’d been courting had her sights set on his famous brother or that she thought he was just too nice. Rather than deal with the fickle whims of women who wouldn’t know how to handle a good man if he were standing in their face, James just focused on his career. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun, and that was just what anything he did with Jade this weekend would be.

Reaching across the table, he stroked Jade’s hand softly. “So, tell me something. Why are you here with your girls and not your man?”

She slid her hand from underneath his. “Who says I have a man?”

James leaned back in his chair, cupping his chin and peering at her. “Well, you’re an incredibly beautiful woman, and some man would have to be a fool to let you stay single for too long.”

“Smooth. If you want to know if I have a boyfriend, why don’t you just ask? And for the record, I just got out of a situation. It was pretty ugly, hence the Vegas vacation.”

James nodded. “Those things are always ugly.”

“Spoken like a true heartbreaker.”

Shaking his head, he smiled. “I don’t break hearts, nor do I play games, so gambling isn’t my idea of fun at all.”

“Then why are you here?” She took the glass of water in her hand and brought it to her lips, but didn’t sip. James couldn’t look away from her plump lips, nor could he shake the thought of having those lips against his as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“James,” she breathed after lowering her glass.

Blinking, he said, “I’m sorry. You were saying?”

“If you’re not a gambler, why did you come here?”

“I needed a break, or at least that’s what my brother and his friends said.”

“Break from what?”

“Work,” he said. “According to them, that’s all I do.”

She nodded and smiled. “You’re sure that’s all you needed to get away from? There isn’t some stalker ex-girlfriend that’s going to jump out at us, is there?”

James laughed hollowly. His brother had the market cornered on stalking exes. Lauryn Michaels had been convicted of attempted murder and aggravated assault after she’d shot Kenya. The incident had shaken him, as well as his brother and his brother’s wife, because for a while it didn’t look as if Kenya would walk again.

Luckily, Lauryn had been sentenced to fifteen years in prison. James had never liked her, anyway, but he hadn’t known she was as crazy as she turned out to be.

“No, there’s no one lurking on my part. What about you?” he finally said.

She smiled. “I wish,” she muttered. “I’ve been out west for three days, and my ex-boyfriend hasn’t even noticed. Then again, that would require the grinch’s heart to grow.”

“Ouch. So that’s where all the anger in the casino came from.”

“Unfortunately, yes. I just don’t understand why he felt as if he could treat me like I’m his servant and expect me to continue to take it. Now that he has his new eye candy, he thinks that I’m going to allow him to keep the money I invested in what I thought was going to be our future, as if it’s okay that he left me for a plastic and collagen-injected Barbie doll.” Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, then opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on James. “That was more information than you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I tell you what, why don’t we talk about something safer?”

“Like?”

“Religion and politics,” he joked.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I can take rejection. It’s the lies and backstabbing that I can’t deal with. Why am I rambling on? You don’t even know me.”

“No, but I know this story,” he said, reflecting on Kenya and Maurice’s relationship. “But if you’re meant to be with him, you’ll get past this.”

Jade folded her arms underneath her ample bosom and raised her eyebrows. “Hell will freeze over before I give him another chance.”

“I’ve heard this before.”

“Oh? Not from me.”

“No, from my brother’s wife. She walked in on him having sex with another woman, and nine years later they were back together.”

“No offense, but your sister-in-law is a fool. If a dog bites you once, he’ll do it again.”

Before James could respond, the waitress walked over and took their orders. To his surprise, Jade ordered a hearty steak dinner with a loaded baked potato. Though she had drama and anger written all over her face, he wanted to take her into his bed and burn off every calorie of the meal.

“So, what are you going to do about him?” James asked after the waitress had walked away.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. The smart thing to do is to just walk away, and I would if I didn’t have so much of my money tied up in his business. You know what, I don’t want to waste another moment talking about him. I came here to have a good time.”

“Are you having a good time?”

Her eyes sparkled as she sucked on her bottom lip, something James would’ve loved to do. “I think it’s getting much better.”

After dinner Jade and James headed out to explore downtown Las Vegas. The upper nineties had burned the desert earlier that day, but now it was much cooler. She shivered as they walked, taking in the lights and sounds, and James draped his arm around her since he didn’t have a jacket to offer her.

“It sure does cool off quickly here,” she remarked, falling into his embrace. “If I were at home, it would still be warm and the humidity would be unbearable.”

“Where is home?” he asked.

“Hotlanta.”

“Stop. I’m originally from Atlanta.”

“Maybe that’s why we connected,” she said. “I knew there was something I liked about you.”

James beamed and squeezed her a little tighter. She felt so good, soft and curvy like a woman should feel. Though he could tell she spent time in a gym, she didn’t overdo it and try to become skin and bones. “Yeah, right. I bet if I lived in Atlanta, you’d pass me by on Peachtree Street without giving me a second glance.”

Jade giggled. “Maybe, because you don’t see too many straight men walking up and down Peachtree. Where do you live now?”

“Charlotte.”

“Oh,” she said, then looked pensive for a moment.

“Bad memories in Charlotte?”

“We’re supposed to be expanding the restaurant and opening up one in Charlotte because Johnson and Wales is there.”

“We? As in you and Mr. Cheater?”

“Yes. But that’s not going to happen. Not with my help, anyway.”

“What’s the name of this restaurant? When I go home, I want to make sure I don’t patronize it.”

“Chez Marcel.”

“Stephen Carter’s place?”

“Oh God, you know him? Please don’t tell me you two are friends.”

James shook his head furiously. “How did a woman like you hook up with a jackass like that?”

Jade chewed her bottom lip. “I wonder about that myself. How do you know him?”

James sighed and led her over to a bench. “My mother has a bakery on Auburn Avenue. She trained Stephen when he was a young pastry chef fresh out of culinary school. He couldn’t cook worth a damn, but he charmed her. Then he stole her recipes. He tried to open a bakery and failed miserably. His next act was to reinvent himself as this hip restaurateur, offering overpriced food and fake ambiance. Buppies love it, but I think he’s the biggest asshole in Atlanta.”

Jade couldn’t help but smile. Her gamble in Vegas was actually turning out to be a winning hand. “We should get him. Beat him at his own game and make him pay for what he’s done.”

“I’m not in the revenge or restaurant business,” James said, pushing against his thighs.

“Think about it. What are the chances that we’d meet thousands of miles away from Atlanta and have one enemy in common?”

“Listen, Jade, I know he broke your heart, but what happens when you get the ‘revenge’ that you want? Where does that leave you?”

“With my own restaurant and, hopefully, Stephen busing my tables.”

“I’m not going to get involved. Sorry.”

She stroked his arm. “Do it for your mother.”

“That . . .