Rita would do anything for kicks…like pick-up a stranger just to ruin his life
When Rita, the skimpily-wrapped, red-headed little package of sex and diamonds came into the casino, all heads turned. She came down Jeff’s aisle with the easy-swinging strut of a thoroughbred filly. She stopped beside him with a smile and as old as original sin and offered to touch him for luck…
Rita liked men, money and excitement. Jeff liked fast action. When they met at the roulette table, it was lust at first sight. They both knew the game was crooked, but it was the only game in town.
Stuart Friedman /
Crime Fiction
