Sonja bloom watched her partner from across the desk, an intense gaze in her dark green eyes. She swept a lock of her strawberry blonde hair from her eyes as she leaned over the desk slightly, allowing the man she'd spent the majority of the past year with a glimpse of the swollen cleavage pushed up so well by her lace bra. "Don't think for a minute I'll let you off the hook that easily."<br/><br/>She shifted in her chair, as a seductively wicked smile crept up her lips. Here eyes sparkled with uninhibited glee and knowledge that she had him right where she wanted him. There would be no moercy, no protests. This was it. With a final satisfied chuckle, Sonja reached her hand out toward her partner...<br/><br/>... and slapped her hand on the table, two, three, four, five and six of hearts, "You're mine Colt! Straight flush!"<br/><br/>Crossing her arms, Sonja sat back down on her chair, looking rather dignified considering she was down to her bra, petticoat and underpants. But this was an awesome hand, there was no way he could possibly have what was required to beat that. Her triumphant smile lingered as she waited for Eric Colt to lay his cards on the table.