Free All In: Playing to Win (Gambling With Love Book 5) by Lane Hart Page A

I'm trying to sleep with.
    "Maybe you two just weren't compatible," Natalie says simply. "Why'd you cheat on her?"
    I exhale and run my fingers through my hair, tugging on it. I’m so ashamed of the truth I can’t even look at the woman next to me. "Because I could. Because I treat sex like a meaningless hobby. Women are a dime a dozen and I never tried to resist."
    "Wow, you're making me feel really great about agreeing to go on this date with you."
    "I can promise you, Natalie, I'm not going to see anyone else while we're dating," I tell her. Hell, I couldn't if I want to keep playing football. "The last woman I was with was Sunday night, and that was nothing but a one-night stand." Gold-digging whore. She had to be the most expensive prostitute ever.
    "Did she have any complaints?"
    Yeah, she probably wanted more money.
    "No, but I had help." Why Jake and I like to fuck the same woman, I'm not sure. Maybe because it can't be anything but fucking with another person around. No feelings to get in the way just trying to get off.
    "What does that mean?" she asks.
    "Nothing. Let's not go there." I have to find my filter and stop letting my mouth run away. The woman is like a human truth serum, making me want to spill my guts. But the more I spill the faster she'll run the other way.
    "So what about you? Why don't you date?" I ask her.   
    I hear her squirm in the leather seat as I drive us downtown. "I…I don’t date because I don’t want to lead men on."
    "So you don't date because you have no intention of fucking them?" I ask, trying to figure this woman out. I've never met anyone like her.
    "Yes."
    "Why?" I asked in confusion. "You can't be saving yourself for marriage because you can't get married without dating first."
    "No, I'm not saving myself," she laughs. "That's just not something I want right now. I really don't want to talk about it either."
    "Okay. But I'm glad I bribed you into going out with me," I tell her, and she's smiling when I sneak a quick glance at her.
    "Where are we going?" she asks, changing the subject.
    "A charity concert for Levine Children's Hospital. It's the only thing I was pretty sure you'd approve of," I tell her honestly. It's also a guaranteed photo op since it's a red carpet, VIP only event.                                                                                    
    "Oh," she mutters. "That's very decent of you."
    "Yeah, well, I'm not all that decent. I'm also a huge fan of Tri-Polar."
    "Tri-Polar is playing a concert in town tonight?" she asks in awe. "Holy shit!"
    "You're a fan, too?"
    "Heck yes. Who isn't?"
    "See what I mean though? I'm a selfish bastard to want to go to this thing to see them."
    "The money is still going to the local children's hospital, so it's okay if you actually enjoy the event, too," she responds. "Seeing as how I'm a fundraiser organizer and all, do you mind telling me how much the tickets were?"
    "A hundred each."
    "What? Only a hundred dollars and you get to see Tri-Polar ? What is wrong with these organizers? They should charge at least ten times that much!"
    "Um, yeah, they're actually charging a thousand times that much."
    "Huh?" she asks, sounding confused.
    "The tickets were a hundred grand."
    There's a second of silence, and then she exclaims, "What the fuck?!?" making me laugh at her sudden outburst of profanity. "You paid one hundred thousand dollars for us to go to this thing tonight?"
    Unable to help my smile, I glance over at her in the passenger seat. Natalie’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I’m pretty sure she's about to hyperventilate.
    "Each!?!" she squeaks out, holding both hands to her chest.
    "You okay? Do I need to take you to the hospital instead?" I chuckle.
    "You-you can't...I can't," she stutters.
    "Can't what?" I ask.
    "You should take someone else. That's too much...to spend. Holy shit."
    "Natalie, calm down. Take a deep