Chapter Forty Three

Eric

I smirked as I watched Sienna's brain tick. I handed out the cards and laid some down, face up. I could cheat, and I was even good at cheating, but I didn't need to, not when I knew that she couldn't play poker.

I maintained a bored expression so as to not give anything away. The game began in silence, and our eyes met several times. As it went on, and to no surprise to me, I got the winning hand.

"Clearly, poker is not my strong suit," she grumbled as she put her cards down.

"Now, strip," I said, smirking at her.

I could already see her underwear through the damp white dress she had on. This game was about to get a whole lot interesting. She looked at me with furrowed brows, not understanding the game.

"I said strip. This is strip poker, after all," I told her.

I held back a smile and I tried to hide it immediately by taking a sip of my drink. I wanted her tonight. The temptation was far too much. There she was, the hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on, and she was my wife.