It's in the Cards (MfM submission)

My first time in Vegas and I was living it up. Sure, I was there for my friend’s bachelorette party, but she was fairly conservative and was in bed before 1am every night we were there. After I was a good friend and tucked her in bed, another friend and I would head back out to the casino or the club and let loose. Even though we were hit on by men left and right, none of them had any game, none of them were lucky enough to get me back to their hotel rooms.
Our last night in Vegas, though, once again the bride-to-be was asleep early, and while my crazy companion was hitting the slots, I decided to go big at the Blackjack table. A few hands in, I was up $150 and feeling good when I felt a body slide into the empty seat next to me.
“If you get Blackjack in the next hand, you come up to my room with me. Deal?”
His whispered breath is warm on my ear but still sends a shiver down my spine. I look over to see who has the nerve enough to say something like this to me and find myself staring into the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen, in stark contrast to his jet black hair. His confident smile reveals perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth and a sexy dimple in each of his cheeks. I’m so mesmerized by those eyes and that smile that I don’t notice anything else about him.
I pull my eyes away from him as the dealer says, “Place your bets.” I give my best attempt at an eye roll and a sigh of annoyance but do not answer the mystery man. I put down a $100 chip and the dealer lays down my first card. An Ace. The mystery man gives a little chuckle. I can feel his piercing eyes on me but don’t give him the satisfaction of looking.
As if to test my resolve, the mystery man puts his hand on my bare knee. His flesh is like fire on my cool skin. I jump slightly, but still don’t say anything. The dealer shoots me a concerned look but I give him a small smile and shake my head to tell him there’s nothing to be worried about. He shrugs and places the next card in front of me. The King of Hearts.
Mystery man’s hand moves slightly up my thigh. “Blackjack!” says the dealer and he pushes over my winnings. I’m stunned and can’t move. Mystery man takes my purse off of my lap, places the chips in it, takes my hand and pulls me up out of my chair. Even though I am a tall woman, 5’10”, he still towers over me. He must be 6’6”, at least. He leans down and whispers, “I’m your King tonight. It’s in the cards.” With a wink, he leads me away.