Illicit Affair #2: Chapter 1
4:00pm, November, Las Vegas
The best thing about the thunderous applause wasn't that I had inspired such a jaded crowd. It was that the applause meant that I was done - I was the last presenter at a three-day convention. No more meetings, no more obligatory cocktail parties or dinners. There should have been a coin toss who wanted me to finish more - the audience dying to be cut loose on Sin City, or me. For the next two and half days, my time was my own.
As a successful female executive I get multiple requests to be a guest speaker at industry events. I'm at that point in my career where I can be picky about where and when I present. But it never occurred to me to turn down the Vegas show. Partly because this was considered the "show of all shows" in our industry, but mainly because I knew that Ridge would be in Vegas at the same time attending a different conference. Serendipity is a beautiful thing.
After I finished my speech, I began working my way to the exit at the back of the meeting room. En route, I was stopped periodically to answer questions about my presentation or to chat with colleagues. About fifty feet from the door, my "Ridge-radar" kicked in. Instinctively, I looked towards the back of the room and there he was. Tall, lean and way too sexy for my peace of mind, he flashed me a quick, devastating smile and walked out of the room.
I somehow managed to complete another fifteen minutes of small talk as I continued to work my way towards the room's exit. But I wasn't focused on the conversations I was having. Instead, my mind kept playing back the image of just how damn good Ridge looked during that brief glimpse of him. Ridge has the kind of body that looks fabulous in clothes, but is downright amazing without them. God, it was good to see him after so many months.
I finally exited the room and made it into the broader convention area. Once there, the challenge of finding Ridge hit me. Sure, I could call him on his cell, but that would feel like cheating somehow. Our liaisons always involved some sort of game and in this instance, my task was clear - find Ridge and let the sexual games begin.
Ridge has a handful of passions - health and fitness, chess and his work. However, equally high on that list is gambling. Ridge is an avid table game player. Craps, blackjack and poker, he plays them all. He also has an appreciation for fine bourbons. Given that it was close to 5:00pm Vegas-time, I was fairly certain that I'd either find him at a table game or in one of the better bars. We were at one of the larger, high-end casinos that had at least 35 table games and probably at least five bars scattered over acres of casino real estate. I went with my gut and headed towards the high limit table games section.
A ten minute walk had me at the high limit table game area. Scanning the room, I saw that the craps table had a handful of players at it, but I didn't see Ridge's six foot two frame among them.
I then turned my attention to the black jack tables. The first table was full, but no Ridge. I checked out the remaining two $50 tables - still, no go. Some instinct prompted me to look to my far left. There sat Ridge, the only player at a $100 table.
His back was to me, so I knew that my approach was unseen by him. With each step my heart raced. More than anything, I wanted to tunnel my hands under his cashmere sweater. I knew just how his back muscles and warm silken skin would feel under my hands. Just knowing that he was only yards away - I hadn't felt his cock in me in over four months - jumpstarted my libido. My nipples hardened, my pussy starting getting wet and my clit begin to throb.
I stopped about three feet behind him. The dealer glanced at me and continued dealing the cards. I'm no expert at the game, but Ridge had what looked to be a whole lot of black chips on the table. To watch him, you would have thought that he was playing with Monopoly money. Over the next several minutes, he appeared to make thousands of dollars.
Moving in, I asked, "This table looks lucky, mind if I sit down?"
Even though Ridge never looked at me when I was standing behind him, his lack of reaction told me that he was as aware of my presence as I was of his.
Ridge glanced at me, gave me that slightly wicked smile that I so love and replied, "Make yourself at home."
As I sat down next two him, I made sure that I lightly brushed his shoulder with my breast. I then slowly crossed my legs knowing that the skirt portion of the wrap-around dress would open up to my upper thigh. Cashing in for one thousand dollars, I placed a black chip on the betting area on the table felt - Ridge was playing two positions and had several hundreds of dollars of chips in play.
The dealer's up card was a six. I was sitting with fourteen, so I motioned to the dealer that I would stand. In one position, Ridge had two aces - which he promptly split (putting several more hundred into play). He hit a ten on his first (an automatic "blackjack") and pulled a nine on his other ace for total of twenty. His last position showed a seventeen, and he stood.
The dealer flipped his hold card - a six, making a total of twelve.
"Hmmm, not exactly what we were hoping for..." I murmured.
Ridge laughed easily, replying, "Don't worry - our buddy Daryl here is going to play nice, aren't you?"
Our dealer, Daryl, knew that winners tipped better than losers, so he was eager to voice his hopes of pulling a ten. The next card was...a four, for a total of sixteen.
"Good Lord," I murmured, looking at Ridge. "How
do
you stand the anticipation?"
For the first time since I'd sat down out the table, Ridge turned to really look at me. The heat and desire in his eyes took my breath away. I had to grip the edges of my seat to keep from touching him then and there.
Somewhere in the midst of that passion-locked gaze, the dealer must have busted because the next thing I knew, chips were being pushed out to us.
"Well, I think that's all the excitement that my heart can stand at this price point." I took my hundred dollar profit and headed towards the cashier cage. Ridge tipped our dealer, and followed me to cash in.
Standing in line, I felt him brush up against my back ever so slightly. Bending down, he whispered, "You look amazing - I can't wait to peel you out of that dress." All I could think about was how quickly could we get to my room?
I figured that we'd been in each other's presence now for about fifteen minutes and we hadn't so much as touched one another. That had to be some kind of record. After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, we finally entered the elevator to my suite (a nice perk when you're a keynote speaker). Given that there were a handful of others in the elevator (any of whom could know either of us, or our spouses) we maintained a polite distance from each other. However, I could feel Ridge's gaze undressing me.
