Judging by her flushed smile, Erin had had a little too much champagne tonight and didn’t really care who saw her cozying up to her husband.īut Ivan didn’t seem to mind his wife perching on his lap like a naughty little kitten. From the surprised expression on Ivan’s hard face, he hadn’t expected his wife to behave so brazenly. He glanced that way just in time to see Erin Markovic slide out of her chair and right onto her husband’s lap. An invitation-only crowd of promoters, agents, fighters and hangers-on packed the darkened space.Ī flash of movement off to the left caught his waning attention. Heady cigar smoke melded with the faint aromas of aged rums and cognacs in the VIP room of Las Vegas’ hottest gentleman’s club. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.Ĭover Photo © 2015 / Vladimir Poplavskisīored beyond belief, Zel Tesla dragged his gaze away from the gyrating, whip-cracking dancer entertaining the room. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes.

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Thief by S. Massery