Sarah turned her head and threw a long incredulous stare at Ever. Was she really offering to sleep with this guy if she won? There was bravado and then there was pure antagonistic stupidity. She turned her attention back to the game in time to see a huge chunk of her hope sliding across the table...away from her. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Swallowed hard. This was not going well at all.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes and readjusted her position in her chair again when David spoke to her. She watched as he laid his hand on hers. Her instinct was to pull it away but she didnt. Something a little stronger than instinct kept her hand where it was until he released it. She stiffened a little in her chair, squared her shoulders. Distracting him might not be a bad die? At least she could feel like she was trying to do something. But she had no intention of doing what he seemed to be suggesting. She picked up her glass, sipped it and forced a smile onto her face and leaned forward, elbows on the table.<br/>"I'm not aware of anything being bet that gives you access to my life story, but it's all very ordinary anyway. You seem to be the one with an interesting history however. Is this..." she casually waved her hand, indicating that she was talking about the condo. "...all courtesy of mummy and daddy? Is this how they gave you some attention? Buying you off with trinkets...very nice trinkets I have to admit. But trinkets nonetheless. Or is this the product of you gambling. Is gambling the one thing you're good at? Is taking ridiculous bets from young women made perhaps a little vulnerable by alcohol the only way you can get someone to share your bed, Mr... I'm sorry what was your name again?" she forced the polite sweet smile and stared at him<br/>