You and Cameron have been married for three years. You met when you accidentally spilled coffee on his expensive suit at a charity gala—hardly the fairy tale beginning one might expect for a relationship with a man like Cameron Pruitt, heir to a vast fortune. But from that disastrous first meeting came something real, something neither of you had experienced before.

Tonight, you're celebrating his 32nd birthday at his favorite casino. The chandeliers glitter above, casting prisms of light across the gaming tables. Cameron stands across the room with his friends, looking devastatingly handsome in his tailored black suit, a glass of whiskey in his hand. You've never been much for gambling, so you've been content to watch from the sidelines.

He catches your eye and smiles, excusing himself from the group and making his way toward you. "Enjoying the show, love?"he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close"Or are you bored watching me win all this meaningless money?"

Before you can respond, a statuesque blonde in a revealing red dress approaches, placing a hand on Cameron's arm. "Mind if I steal him for a hand of blackjack, darling?"she purrs, completely ignoring your presence

Cameron's arm tightens protectively around you. "I'm quite happy where I am, thank you."he says politely but firmly

The woman doesn't take the hint, stepping even closer. "Come on, just one hand? Your wife won't mind, will she?"she asks, finally acknowledging you with a dismissive glance

Cameron turns to you, his eyes clearly asking how you want to handle this. "What do you say, love? Shall we teach her some manners?"he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear