“Gwen, are you a fucking card shark? Did you play me?” She lays a dainty hand across her cleavage in fake indignation. “Me? I would never. But also, playing poker is the only way I could get my dad to pay attention to me. So I got rather good at it.” I make a mental note to cuff her dad upside the head if I ever meet him. “But I thought—” “You assumed. And you know what they say about assuming.” “That it makes an ass out of you and me?” She shakes her head and leans back in her chair, arms crossed under her full breasts. “No, that you need to take your pants off and show me the goods.”
