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world. He’d built the Inferno from the ground up, making it the single most popular casino in Sin City. But that didn’t mean he spent a lot of time observing the everyday goings-on of the place or the activities of the countless humans who kept his business ventures flush with greenbacks.
    He made his rounds, popped in on some of the big spenders, and let himself be seen out in public just enough for people to know he was the boss and he was in charge of everything that went on under his roof.
    But after the last hour, he could understand why Lust—the Inferno’s version of an entertainment venue-slash-gentleman’s club—was so very popular.
    The dancers onstage were fully dressed and doing nothing more than shaking their perfectly synchronized bon-bons, but their costumes were sexy enough—and suggestive enough—to convince the hundreds of men in the audience that they might have a chance at something more at the end of the night.
    There would be no lap dances at Lust, though, and no dollar bills being stuffed into g-strings, either. Not as long as Sebastian’s men did the job they’d been hired to do.
    All of the dancers onstage were walking wet dreams, beautiful and shapely, and flashing just enough skin to tease the audience, working them into a fine lather before trotting off to the safety of their group dressing room.
    But only one interested Sebastian.
    The one who had been following him on and off for the past few weeks. The one who was soon to be engaged to his brother, unless Sebastian could find a way to stop her.
    This wasn’t the first time Aidan had fallen head over heels for a pretty face—or a tight body. It wasn’t even the first time he’d seemed determined to shackle himself to one of them.
    When it came to other people’s motives, Sebastian’s little brother had a tendency to be slightly naïve. He’d been that way before they’d been turned, and hadn’t changed much in the last few centuries.
    Which was why Sebastian once again found himself in the unenviable position of having to play . . . well, big brother. But in a manner he didn’t particularly like, and that he was sure Aidan wouldn’t approve of if he knew what Sebastian was up to.
    There had been many times in the past when he’d had to run off eager lasses intent on landing themselves a wealthy husband in Aidan. More recently, he’d been able to run simple background checks, and then a hefty check of a different sort—along with a well-worded, but solemn threat—was usually enough to send them packing.
    This time was different, though. Something about this particular woman was different.
    According to Aidan, Chloe Lamoreaux was nothing more than a showgirl in his (Sebastian’s) own casino. And that was something Sebastian would normally believe . . . Aidan always went for the showgirl types. But that didn’t explain why someone who was supposed to be a simple dancer, with no ulterior motives for dating his brother, had been following him .
    Even in a casino full of people . . . full of cigarette smoke and the mingling of a zillion different perfumes and colognes . . . he’d sensed her almost immediately. Smelled something sweet on the air that had never been there before.
    He hadn’t been able to place it; still couldn’t. But it had caught his attention and caused him to roll his gaze in a slow sweep of the area until he’d spotted her standing on the far end of the room, doing her best to blend in with the small crowd surrounding a blackjack table.
    She hadn’t done a very good job. Not only did she not look terribly interested in the card game, but she’d worn sunglasses indoors—something only he had a habit of doing—and cast furtive glances over her shoulder every few seconds . . . very pointedly in his direction.
    So what did a woman involved with his brother want with him?
    Was it simply a money thing? Sidle up to one brother, but keep her options open in case the older sibling—who happened to be the