Free ACE: Las Vegas Bad Boys by Frankie Love Page A

horny. The day has disappeared; it's already five o'clock. I park my Mercedes S63 in my garage, and take an elevator up to the casino floor.
    While I need to get to my penthouse to change out of these workout clothes, I want to stop to see if by chance Emmy is working. My chest is still pounding from the sparring with McQueen, from the conversation with Mark. Grotto has gotten under my skin and I need Emmy on top of me to make the world right again.
    I'm standing next to some blackjack table when I realize I actually have no fucking clue who the manager for the cocktail waitresses is. This is below my pay grade.
    I pull out my phone to text my assistant, Denise.
    Just as start typing a text, I see her.
    Emmy Rose is headed to the long buffet line in a tight-ass pair of white jeans, a V-neck top that reveals just enough cleavage. As much as I wish there was more skin shown, I also see the guys around me give her a greedy once-over.
    It's obvious that every man here wants want I had last night. What I'm going to get again.
    “Emmy,” I call to her. She's with two women, giving hugs.
    She turns, hearing her name, sees me. Her eyes grow wide. I swear she shakes her head as I cross toward her.
    “Emmy,” I say again. Her name on my lips is so fucking sweet. This woman has completely melted me. If earlier I thought I was a pussy, right now I'm a fucking puddle.
    “Ace,” she says, glancing at her friends who are completely confounded.
    “Ace, as in Ace Royalle?” one of the woman with her asks. She's a platinum blonde, petite and curvy. Not my type, because my type is right next to her. Emmy Rose.
    “And you are?” I take the blonde’s hand and then kiss it suavely. I want Emmy's friends to like me, and I know they will.
    “I'm Claire. I work here. And this is Tess, she does too.”
    The other girl gives a squeak—I kid you not—and a small wave. “Hi! I just love what you've done to the place!”
    Tess has perfectly styled hair, pink nails, pink lips. Standing next to Emmy, who is effortless and currently looking everywhere but at me, Tess looks like an eager beaver. I don't have the heart to tell her she's barking up the wrong tree.
    Instead, I take a more direct approach.
    “Emmy, I need to speak with you about something,” I say.
    “Oh, I'm actually not working today.” She shrugs, and it makes my cock twitch. “You can find me tomorrow when I'm on the clock.”
    “It can't wait.”
    “I didn't know you oversee the cocktail waitresses,” Claire says, looking at me pointedly.
    Okay, so, this blonde isn't charmed with the fact I'm the fucking boss. Who does she think she is?
    “I oversee Emmy.” I speak coolly, but what I want to do is take Emmy by the hand and pull her away from the fucking buffet. I've got a different kind of all you can eat on my mind.
    Emmy gives a snort and my eyes land on hers.
    “What?” she asks, feigning innocence.
    “Now.”
    “Okay, okay.” Turning to her friends, she says, “Save me a seat, I'll just be a sec. Oh, and see if you can get me some of that spicy tuna before it's all gone.”
    “Okay….” Claire says, watching closely as I grab Emmy by the elbow and lead her off the floor.
    “What the hell, Ace? I'm having dinner.”
    “At the fucking buffet?” I shake my head, surprised she would eat here on her day off.
    “What? Is that too low class for you?” she asks, as I pull her toward the bank of elevators. “Claire got a two for one coupon from Davey—can't beat that.”
    I press the up button.
    “I have no idea what you're talking about. Davey? Coupons?”
    “Yeah, well we didn't all grow up privileged,” she says. “And we don't all own fucking hotels. Davey is your employee and so is Tess. And so is Claire.”
    “Like I’m going to work on memorizing the names of the hundreds of people who work here.”
    An elevator door opens. I take her hand and pull her inside. She steps in the doorway, feet planted on the marble floor.
    “I thought you needed