Free All In: Betting on a Full House (Gambling With Love) by Lane Hart Page B

lesson the other night. So, tell me about what you two do for a living. If I had to guess I'd say computer genius and basketball player."
    "Well, I'm nothing near a genius, but I do work with computers doing networking and internet security."   
    "And unfortunately I suck at basketball. I'm working on my business admin degree at Madison," Dylan explained, the most words I'd ever heard him use.
    "The all-girl, liberal arts University?" I asked.
    "Hell yes. There are hardly any guys on campus," he said with a smile.
    "Yeah, but my sister Jules is a freshman there, and she said all the girls think he's gay," Will laughed.
    "Fuck you," Dylan snapped at Will, flipping him off. 
    I couldn't help but laugh, picturing Dylan sitting in a classroom full of girls, all shy. If he had a little more confidence I could seriously see women losing their shit for the big, handsome man.
    "Well, I think I'm going to start looking for a new career."
    "What? Why? You are so fucking hot," Will said, then quickly added, "Don't tell Tyler I said that."
    I smiled at his compliment before answering. "Let's just say I'm tired of this place and want a more … dignified job."
    "That's a helluva shame for the male population in this town," Dylan remarked.
    "But seriously, I do the IT admin for a law firm that is looking for a legal assistant for one of the attorneys. If you're interested I could text you their number and information," Will offered.
    "I don’t have a bit of experience doing anything but taking my clothes off and waitressing, but I'm so desperate I'll give anything a shot."
    "Desperate?" Will asked, then looked at my water again before raising an eyebrow in question. The boy was too smart for his own good. I just hoped he didn't spill the beans.
    "Just really need a change of … scenery."
    "Right," he drawled, but he let it go and pulled out his phone. "What's your number?"
    I recited the digits then his phone dinged when he sent the message.
    "Thanks. I'll work on my resume and get it out tomorrow."
    "Good luck," he said, with a smile that implied he meant more than with the job.
    "Thanks for telling me about it. Well, I better go shake my ass and get naked if I want to make any money tonight," I told them as I stood up to leave.                                  
    The two boys groaned, and then Dylan cleared his throat.
    "We both, um, paid for a private dance, I mean, if that's okay," he said, shocking the fuck out of me. It probably wasn't the best idea, and I knew Tyler would be pissed if he found out, but I was in desperate need of a self-esteem boost. Besides, it was my job, at least for now, and I wasn't anything but a fuck buddy to him.
    "Then what are we sitting here for? You don't mind just sharing me for twice as long do you?" I asked, then grabbed each of them by the hand when they shook their heads. They were too sweet, and I couldn't wait to try and blow their minds. They were a nice change of pace from the regular old, creepy men.
    "Hey, Tom. I know these guys, so give me thirty minutes, and tell tonight’s monitors not to freak out if they touch me, okay?" I told the security guard.
    "Sure, Eve. Have fun boys," he said flashing a smile at Will and Dylan. 
    I led them into one of the smaller rooms and shut the door. "There are cameras all around and in the stereo speakers so try and keep your hands to yourselves. If you get too frisky they'll throw you out," I told them while dragging one of the chairs over to set it across from the couch so they'd both have good views.
    "So one of you on the couch and one in the chair. Now, do you want me completely naked or should I keep my bottoms on?" I asked, wondering if they'd be embarrassed.
    "You can keep the boots on," Will said as he sank down on the couch. Dylan nodded in agreement from the chair.                                                                  
    "Naked it is