Right there at the VIP section was a poker table and sitting at the center was none other than the notorious billionaire, Cillian Rhys, known for his ruthless business tactics and even more ruthless card skills.
The hilarious thing was that despite his reputation, he had lost to her once— and had never let it go.
Cillian's piercing blue eyes met hers, and he lifted a brow which Shantel rightly interpreted as a silent challenge.
She exhaled softly and set down her glass with such a slow deliberate precision that Andrew, the bartender couldn't help but admire, before making her way toward the table.
At her approach, the other players turned, some shifting uncomfortably while the others watched, intrigued.
"Gentlemen," she greeted smoothly, her red lips curving in an enchanting smile that got certain parts of their body stirring to life.
