Chapter 63 Rolling the Dice

“You asked for brandy and a stroll in the garden,” Billy said. Shall we?” Laura smiled. She was, in fact, at her best—a shameless gold digger who has come to dig dip into him, with her digger being the fact that she knows he ditched the jail term—but she was very much a pawn in the game, and no matter how hard she might try in rolling the dice, she will never hit Six. She led the way down the stairs while Billy followed diligently, putting up scenes of him and her in bed in his mind. He would do that as some justice if it fell to his care. Down on the first floor, Billy stopped and grabbed her hand. She turned to him, her seductive eyes staring into his bold eyes. He has a series of simple tricks that work out on some ladies, but he always has money as his contingency plan. Money will surely play a role if tricks don’t work on women. His finger rose to her face, having sensed she was not exactly confused. There is indeed a chemistry that needs to be nurtured between the both of the