Chapter 104 Crisis

• O’Grady was in his casino. He watched the gamblers who were at the tables, but his mind was far away. The female croupier a the blackjack table who had been eyeing him suggestively smiled flirtatiously at the Irishman who was barely aware of her flirtatious looks. Hostesses swayed by, and card dealers kept impassive faces as they dealt rounds. Another very ordinary day at the casino and by dawn, he would be richer by a couple of millions. But O’Grady could only think of a pair of soft brown eyes as he stood, sipping his drink, his body tense.
• Damn, he thought, The Little Pet had wormed her way into his mind and he simply could not think of anything but her. And he was tryign his damn best to make her hate him. What the f*ck was the matter with him?
• Almost as though he had conjured up the pretty young girl, his phone rang.