He also had a thick-necked sidekick who positioned himself behind his shoulder. Rebecca was guessing the older man with the nearly-shaved, silver hair was the executive assistant Dawn had sneered about. Looking more bodyguard than business associate, despite his tailored suit and tie, he stood far enough away to be removed from the conversation, but close enough for Rebecca to see his dark eyes studying her, then dismissing her as though she wasnt worth his interest.
Cold, Rebecca thought, looking away before another attack of goose bumps betrayed her. Creepy.
The idea is for you to welcome each guest, Teddy chastised and flirted at the same time, though Rebecca wasnt sure if the charm was aimed at her or Dawn. Then we send them on his or her way to enjoy their evening. We want them to play.
We were just chatting, Mister Wolfe, Dawn emphasized, as though shed earn points for making the distinction.
With his silent shadow glowering just a few feet away, it wasnt as difficult as Rebecca would have liked to respond to Teddy Wolfes smile. I hope I didnt get Dawn into trouble, she apologized. She really has been very welcoming.
Shes a good girl, isnt she? Though Dawn beamed at the praise, Rebecca thought she detected a subtle slur in the word girl. As opposed to woman. As opposed to the heavy-lidded interest he gave to Rebeccas long legs and the deep plunge of her neckline.
Score one for the femme fatale persona shed donned for the evening. Rebecca forced herself to breathe normally, despite the surge of confidence racing through her veins. This guy was interested. If she played her cards right, and didnt come on too strong with a barrage of questions, hed eventually tell her everything she wanted to know about his new business, and whether any bloodnamely, her fathershad been spilled to make it happen.
Rebeccas sultry, satisfied smile drew his gaze up to her mouth. Im Teddy Wolfe. My assistant, Shaw McDonough. He waved in the general direction of the dark-eyed hulk behind him, but never took his eyes off Rebecca. What have you two been chatting about? Something fascinating, I expect.
Im Rebecca. Rebecca extended her hand before the hostess mentioned the questions shed been asking. This is my first time at the Riverboat, and Dawn was very graciously giving me the rundown so I wouldnt get lost.
Teddys gaze made a reluctant descent back down to her outstretched hand. But instead of the businesslike shake she was expecting, he pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed them. His grip was gentle, his lips moist and warm and as precise as that swoon-worthy accent. Hed done this before. More than once. Id be delighted to give you the grand tour myself. Ill even show you the private gaming rooms and offices upstairs.
Dawns gasp was audible. Teddy. The blonde made no effort to correct her familiar address this time. I get off in an hour. You promised
And though Rebecca saw the accusatory look on the young girls face, Theodore Wolfe, Jr., ignored it.
Maybe there was something more than a crush on the handsome Brit that Rebecca had intruded upon here. Or maybe it was the sudden wedge of Shaw McDonough between boss and hostess that soured Dawns expression.
McDonough whispered into his employers ear. Another British accent, though deeper, gruffer. Daniel Kelleher is waiting in your office, Mr. Wolfe. He wants to review the agenda for the meeting regarding the poker tournament coming up next weekend.
Of course he does. Teddy leaned in to Rebecca as though he was sharing some inside joke. I expect Kelleher plans an agenda for each trip to the loo. If he wasnt so damn good with numbers, hed annoy me. The smooth stroke of his thumb across the back of her knuckles reminded Rebecca that he still held her hand. Ive enjoyed meeting you. Rebecca.
She ignored the urge to pull away and reach for Dawn. A reassuring hug was definitely not a femme fatale move. Instead, she fixed her pout into place. Maybe if I havent lost all my money and Im still here later, Ill take you up on that private tour.
His grip tightened as he stroked her hand again. Be here.
Mr. Wolfe. His executive assistant tapped his watch. The meeting?
Dawn. Teddy draped his arms around the hostesss shoulders and kissed her cheek, despite her stiff posture. Now, now. Give Rebecca all the tokens she can carry. I want her evening here to be long and successful.
Sure, Teddy.
For a moment, she had the bosss full attention. What was that?
Yes, sir, Mister Wolfe.
He traced his finger across her cheek. Ahh. Wheres that pretty smile? His wink restored Dawns color, and a playful jab at her chin earned a soft giggle. Good girl.
We still need to talk. Remember?
Teddy Wolfe turned away without an answer. He took center stage, striding through the maze of slot machines that filled the main room, shaking hands and greeting players as he passed. Shaw McDonough, with his ever-watchful scowl, scanned the crowd, urging his employer forward whenever a conversation lasted more than a few seconds.
Once the two Brits reached the boats grand staircase at the far end of the room and headed up the stairs, Dawn turned and shoved her entire cup of tokens into Rebeccas hands. The smile shed given the boss was gone. Here. Enjoy your evening at the Riverboat. All of it.
Rebecca cringed at the accusation in the younger womans voice. She wondered if there were any words she could put together to get back into Dawns good graces without giving away her real purpose here. But guilt chased away her normal fluency, and all she could come up with was, Thank you.
Dawn didnt even want to hear that much from her. Just as well. Rebecca was here to dig up a story, not make friends.
She had that scenario down to an art form.
She bristled at the silent admission, then straightened as if Dawns cold shoulder didnt bother her one damn bit. Can you point me toward the nearest Cosmopolitan?
In reality, shed be drinking ginger ale. But a bar tended to be a friendly place where people were either too drunk or too eager to please, making it easy to get them to talk.
With a roll of her eyes, Dawn pointed to the Cotton Blossom, a brightly lit archway which nearly blinded Rebecca to the dark woods and brass trim inside. Knock yourself out.
Then Dawn announced to the other hostesses at the bank of doors that she was taking a break. Ignoring their reminders that each of them had already had their fifteen, she wove her way along the same path Teddy Wolfe had taken. Though, instead of following him up the stairs, she paused at the curving white balustrade. The feathers on her headpiece stirred as she tilted her chin in some mark of pride or defiance.
She glared back over her shoulder, making sure Rebecca understood that her welcome to the Riverboat had only been superficial. Teddy Wolfe was off limitswhether her intentions were personal or professional.
Then, with a stamp of her button-top boots, the blonde turned and disappeared through a shadowed recess beneath the staircase, letting the door marked Employees Only swing shut behind her.
Chapter Two
Left to fend for herself, Rebecca spent an hour strolling around the islands of slot machines and gaming tables, pausing to watch a craps game before trying her hand at blackjack.