“You’re wasting your time,” Yvonne said. “I don’t do escorts.”

“Well,” Ruby said. “It’s been a quiet night for me. And it’s getting late, so I’m not going to find any clients tonight. I’m going to call it a night right after I finish this drink. So how about we chat until then?”

Yvonne raised an eyebrow. So Ruby was dropping the pretense of not being an escort? It was obviously just a change in tactics, another attempt to make Yvonne drop her guard. But Yvonne wasn’t going to fall for Ruby’s tricks. She didn’t like being toyed with.

But she did enjoy making Ruby squirm.

“All right,” Yvonne said. “Let’s chat.”

Ruby draped an arm on the bar next to her. “So, what brings you to Vegas?”

“A friend of mine is getting married. We’re here for the bachelorette weekend.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Perhaps if you’re easily entertained.” Vegas wasn’t Yvonne’s idea of a good time, but Yvonne was maid of honor, so she’d had no choice but to come along. Between that, and the constant reminders of all things marriage, she’d been in a bad mood the entire weekend.

It must have shown on Yvonne’s face. “You seem preoccupied,” Ruby said. “Something on your mind?”

Yvonne scoffed. “What’s on my mind is above your pay grade.”

“You’d be surprised. People talk to me about their problems a lot. It comes with the territory.”

“You’re admitting you’re an escort?”

“Maybe I’m a therapist.” Ruby stirred her drink with the toothpick, swirling the olives around in it. “So what is it? Is it about a woman?”

“What makes you think I’m into women?”

Ruby shrugged. “It’s just a feeling. So you are into women?”

Yvonne fixed her eyes on Ruby’s. “Are you?”

There it was again, that faint flush that rose up Ruby’s cheeks at Yvonne’s words. Yvonne held back a smile. She had Ruby wrapped around her finger.

But Ruby’s confident facade quickly returned. “I wouldn’t be over here if I wasn’t. So, what’s this problem of yours?”

Yvonne folded her arms across her chest, scrutinizing Ruby. Was it reckless telling a stranger, an escort she met at a bar, about her inheritance? Probably. However, she doubted that this woman was capable of scamming her. Yvonne wasn’t easily manipulated. She was one of the most successful businesswomen in the country, with a reputation for being ruthless and unyielding. Despite Ruby’s attempts to seduce her, it was clear that Yvonne had the upper hand.

“All right,” she said. “Here’s the short version. When my father died, he left me an inheritance. But it came with conditions. In order to gain access to it, I need to get married within ten years of his death.”

Yvonne’s father had never liked that she was a lesbian. He hadn’t liked a lot about his daughter, but that was one major sticking point. He’d obviously hoped that the terms of the inheritance would sway her into a relationship with a man, but he hadn’t specified the gender of who Yvonne needed to marry. Her father had been so old-fashioned that the possibility of same-sex marriage being legalized had never occurred to him.