Summary: This is loosely based on Nora Roberts book The Winning Hand. Buffy leaves her dominating ex-fiance, Angel, and runs away to Vegas. She's broke and scared, when she puts her last 5 dollars in a slot machine and wins 2 million! She's quickly taken under the wing of the casino's handsome owner, Spike.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him!

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Chapter 1 - Arriving

Buffy gripped the steering wheel in frustration trying to hold back the threatening tears. She'd been driving for the past three days, stopping to catch a few hours of sleep in rest stops here and there. She hadn't actually planned on anywhere as a specific destination, but thought going west sounded good.

Now she was stuck on some lonely stretch of highway. There was some sort of smoke coming out from under the hood of her car, but she wasn't going to bother to lift it. She wouldn't know what to do anyway. She sighed heavily.

Figures. With her luck she was surprised that it hadn't happened sooner. How did she get herself in these situations? Not bad enough that her car had fallen apart, but it wasn't as if she could call anyone for help either. Her purse had been stolen at a little truck stop yesterday, and since then she'd only had the twenty dollars in her pocket to spend on food and gas. All that was left now was eight dollars and some change. She stuck her hand in her pocket and fingered the money reassuringly.

Well, she really only had one option left. She could see the city from here, it couldn't be that far off. Stepping out of the car, she reached back in to retrieve her small suitcase. Straightening her shoulders she began to head out.

As she walked she thought about her life, or at least the life she used to have. She was starting a new life, she told herself confidently. She'd grown up in a small town in Kansas, the only child of two parents who'd waited late to have children. Her father had left when she was only about six, leaving her mother to raise her. They never had much money, but her mother had loved her with all her heart.

Her mother was in fact the reason she'd agreed to marry Angel. She knew that it would have pleased her. Angel was someone who could take care of her. And after her mother had passed away, he had. He'd been there for her, to help with the funeral arrangements, and then getting the estate settled. Not that there had been much to settle, but he'd helped out nonetheless.

When he'd asked her to marry him, she'd responded almost automatically. Of course she would. Why wouldn't she? He was caring, and kind, and was one of the wealthiest men in Trader's Corners. He'd definitely be able to take care of her.

It was only after the first few weeks that she'd realized just how *much* he wanted to take care of her. He'd started making rules that she had no desire to follow. He'd told her in no uncertain terms that once they were married she would not be allowed to work. Buffy shook her head at the thought.

She owned a small studio where she taught martial arts and basic self- defense classes. There wasn't a huge market for that in Trader's Corners, but she did have a small group of loyal students. And she loved it. It was more than just a way to make a living. It was something she would never willingly give up.

And when she'd tried to explain that to Angel, his face had gone cold. And he'd dismissed all her concerns as if they were nothing. It was then that she realized what a mistake she had made. She tried to rectify the situation, but Angel would have none of it. When she gave back his ring, he only chuckled and pushed it back on to her finger. She vaguely remembered a "don't be silly" before he'd headed out the door.

Why did Angel want her so much? She was nothing special; she'd known that most of her life. And she was by no means experienced with men. But he would not give her up. She knew she wasn't homely, but she didn't think she was exceptionally pretty either. She had light blond hair that fell just to her shoulders, and was petite in stature. She grimaced as she remembered the angry scowl Angel had sported when he'd seen her new haircut.

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't realized she'd reached the city until the noise began to penetrate her haze. She looked up and found herself surrounded by people, and lights, and buildings. Her jaw dropped slightly. She'd never been out of Trader's Corners. When she'd seen the turn-off for Las Vegas, she had thought it would be a perfect place to lose herself. And it seemed as if she were right.

She wandered aimlessly for awhile. Just staring at all the signs and watching other people walk by her. Finally she came to one that drew her in. The Casino itself wasn't huge. It was much smaller than the one she'd seen earlier, Caesar's Palace, but it was different and it caught her eye.

The outside was done in simple white marble. There was some garden statuary standing in the grass just in front, and the signs provided the minimal amount of light necessary for safeties sake. Buffy thought it looked simple, yet elegant, though the name of the casino threw her a bit. She looked up to study the dim sign reading the words out loud, "The Crypt."

The growling from her stomach interrupted her musings and she took a few tentative steps towards the door. Might as well get something to eat. Maybe they were hiring? She pushed through and was immediately assaulted with sound. The place was full of people, talking, winning, and laughing. She bought herself a hot dog and immediately wolfed it down.

She wandered the casino, trying to figure out if there was a certain place to apply for a job. Although, without any ID, she didn't know what she was going to do.

She was fascinated by everything she saw. She'd never been in a casino before; it was all so amazing. She wandered back toward the front entrance and noticed a large slot machine. The sign called it 'Big Bertha', and she was drawn toward it. Her hand went back into her pocket, fingering her last five dollar bill. Without really thinking she pulled out the money and headed for the machine.

She read the rules on the front, trying to figure out what she had to do. She smoothed out the bill, making sure none of the corners were bent, and then placed it in the slot provided. As the bill was sucked into the machine, Buffy gulped. What was she thinking? She chewed at her bottom lip, as she watched the last of her money disappear.

Stealing herself she reached up for the big handle on the side, and pulled down. The machine started whirling and purring at her, and she watched as each little window began to spin. One by one the windows stopped. The first one was a red 7. She waited until the next window stopped spinning, gasping when she saw another red 7. She was holding her breath now in an unconscious reaction. Her bottom lip red and puffy from worrying it. When the last red 7 appeared, Buffy just stood there stunned.

She could hear sirens going off, and lights twirling at the top of the machine. She began to feel faint and wondered what would happen if she just fell to the floor right here. There were people shouting and screaming all around her, and she looked around in a sort of panic. What was she supposed to do? Then she felt cool hands on her shoulders turning her slightly. She was met with the most incredibly blue eyes she'd ever seen.

"Breathe luv." The man looked concerned, even with a smirk playing about his lips. "Or you'll faint."

But it was too late. She tumbled forward into the man's arms, grateful, at least, that she wasn't going to hit the floor.

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Chapter 2 - High Roller

Spike placed the still form on the silk sheets. The small woman's hair fanned out to frame her face on the cool pillow. He took a moment to study her. She was a small thing, petite and slim. Her face drew him in, reminding him of a fairy or pixie. Her skin was smooth and golden tanned. Her lips were soft and full, perfect for pouting, he noted.

Who was this woman? She hadn't had any wallet, and he hadn't been able to find a purse. His first instinct was always one of caution. Was she a scam artist? A fraud? A felon? But looking at her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, he knew she couldn't be any of those things. There was too much innocence in her face, too much sweetness in her features.

When he heard the soft rustling he turned to face her once more. Her luminous green eyes opened and slowly focused on him. He felt her tense, and immediately placed his hands in the air in a surrendering gesture. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He quickly assured her.

"Who - who are you?" she stammered out, her hands coming up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, making Spike smile at her childlike appearance.

"My name is William Giles, but everyone calls me Spike." He took a seat on the far end of the bed. "You made quite a commotion."

"I'm sorry. I - what did I do?" she asked tentatively.

She was adorable. 'Where had she come from?' he wondered. "You hit the jackpot."

"Oh..." She looked like she was going to faint again, so Spike quickly moved closer and took her hand.

"Are you okay, luv?" She nodded her head without speaking. Spike was running his thumb over the back of her hand in soothing circles.

"H-how much?"

He shrugged. "Roughly 1.8 million."

Buffy's jaw dropped open, her eyes beginning to water. Spike reached out and gently placed a finger beneath her chin, raising it slowly to close her mouth. He let his finger linger there for a moment, staring intently at her tearing eyes. "None of that now pet. It's a good thing, yeah?"

"Oh, it's a wonderful thing!" Buffy exclaimed. The tears were falling now, Spike brushing them away gently on each cheek. "I didn't know what I was going to do. That was my last five dollars." She rushed the words out.

Suddenly Buffy became aware of the position they were in. She was only wearing her t-shirt and panties underneath the silk covers. She pulled away from him slightly, looking around the room.

"Where am I?" She wondered out loud.

"You're in a high roller's suite luv." He couldn't help grinning at the awe on her face. "You can stay here as long as you like. And after you leave, you'll always be welcome back at the Crypt."

"Well, I...I.how much will it cost me?"

Spike laughed out loud at that. "It's free luv." His arms gestured to indicate the room. "A sort of thank you for spending your money here with us."

"Oh." He loved seeing that deer in the headlights look on her. It made her eyes go wide and round. He felt something go through him at the sight.

"Now, don't you think it's about time I learned your name luv?" Spike prompted.

"Oh." She blushed. "Buffy. Buffy Summers."

"Nice to meet you Buffy." He held out a hand to her. She took it tentatively and they shook.

She was still blushing when she asked quietly, "H-how did I get undressed?"

Spike found himself enthralled by her. It had been a long time since he'd met someone so...naïve? Innocent? He didn't know the words, but her blush and shy stammer were endearing. "Don't worry Buffy. I looked away the entire time. Scout's honor." He held his hand up in the time honored swearing position.

Buffy smiled and Spike was almost floored by the force of it. "I somehow doubt you were a scout, Mr. Giles."

"Spike. Call me Spike." He insisted.

"Okay.Spike." She started to get out of bed, but then blushed again. "Can you turn around please?"

Spike quickly turned away, hearing her rustle around for her shorts. He didn't bother to tell her where he'd placed them, the reflection in the far windows one he didn't want to give up too soon.

When she was 'decent' he turned around once more. "Thank you so much for all of this Spike." She made a slight face at his name. "You don't really seem like a Spike to me."

"Well, if it bothers you, I supposed you can call me William." He offered. "It'll just be you and Mum though. Even Da calls me Spike."

"Thank you William," She smiled shyly at him. "For everything." She indicated their surroundings.

"Don't mention it luv. You're a high roller now after all." He went over and took her elbow, guiding her into the main room. "Now we just have to discuss the details."

He sat her down on the couch, and poured her a glass of water from the bar. He then took a seat beside her. "We just need to see ID and get everything settled. You just need to give us your account number so we can transfer the money."

"Transfer the money?" She repeated in a daze.

"Yes. We don't really give out checks for that large an amount. It's easier to just transfer the money straight into your bank account. Although you will get one of those large blown up checks in front of the press and all."

"Press?" Buffy placed a hand to her forward. She was starting to feel dizzy again.

"You okay luv?" Spike moved in closer, taking her hand in his once more.

"I- I can't deal with the press." She whispered.

"Why not luv? It won't be that bad, I promise."

"It's not that." She looked up at him. Her eyes large and round. "I...I..."

"You can tell me." Spike tried to soothe her.

"There's someone." Spike felt a stab of something in his chest as she spoke. "Someone I don't want to find me."

"Husband?" Spike asked.

"Thank god no!" Buffy answered with obvious relief. "He was a fiance. I tried to break it off, but he just wouldn't listen. So I just left."

"And you don't want him to find you?" Spike asked, wondering if there were more behind the story.

"No. He's sort of.he's very...commanding. I know he'd order me back home." She tried to explain.

"You're an adult luv. You wouldn't have to if you didn't want to."

"You don't understand!" Buffy cried in frustration. "It's not that easy." She could feel her eyes tearing up again.

Spike pulled her into his arms, and gently wrapped them around her. "Shhh. Okay luv. Whatever you say. I'll handle the press for as long as I can. But they'll want to speak with you eventually."

"Okay." She sniffled. "Thank you. I just need a little time."

They sat for a few minutes like that. Wrapped around each other. Then Spike spoke again, "What about that account number luv?"

"Oh." Buffy thought for a second. "I guess I can find a bank here and open an account. I don't really have one." She ducked her head sheepishly.

"That would be fine Buffy." he assured her. "Oh and, by the way, why aren't you carrying a purse or a wallet?"

Buffy sighed. "It was stolen the other day. That's why I was down to my last five dollars."

Spike shook his head. How had this girl survived? She was so naïve and clueless. He felt so protective of her, and he tried not to stop and wonder at the feeling.

He slowly slipped away from her. She looked up at him and he was once more caught up in her bright green gaze. "I better let you get some rest. You've had a very exciting day."

She smiled up at him. "Thank you. I suppose I should get some real sleep."

Turning at the door Spike stopped to say a final, "Goodnight luv," before disappearing.

Buffy's smile never left her face as she found her toothbrush and went through her nightly rituals. She was still smiling when she finally drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 3 - Morning After

Buffy woke with a start. Her heart was racing and her mind was scattered. Where was she? Stepping out of bed, the night came rushing back to her. She could feel herself begin to hyperventilate so she sat back down and leant forward to place her head between her knees.

'Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.' She told herself. When she'd gotten herself under some control, she stood once again and began to explore the suite. William had shown her around last night, but she'd been too dazed to really take note.

With each new discovery her eyes widened with delight. She stepped out of the bedroom into the main suite to find a wall of windows, floor to ceiling. It looked like she must be on the 30th floor, at least! And there was even a remote control for the curtains!

She wandered the room, finding a beautiful oak entertainment center. Another button on the remote had the doors sliding open to reveal a big flat screen TV with DVD player attached. A 5 disc cd player sat to the right, and inside the cabinet directly underneath she found a vast selection of music and movies.

When she'd explored all there was to see in her rooms, she sat on the couch contemplating the events that had brought her here. How could this all have happened so fast? It was insane! These types of things just don't happen.

Maybe it was a mistake? Her mind whirled around the possibilities. Oh god! What would she do if it were? It wasn't as if she could pay the bill for the hotel room. Deciding that waiting was not an option, Buffy stood to get dressed. After readying herself for the day she made her way back down to the lobby floor, asking a passing bellhop where William's office was; she headed that way.

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Spike stared at the various monitors in front of him; black and white silent images greeted him. Images of men, women, and families all spending the day, and their money, at his casino. Normally watching the play of events before him would relax and center him, but today he hadn't been able to focus on much of anything.

His thoughts kept returning to the tiny slip of a woman ensconced in their penthouse suite. She looked more like a kindergarten teacher than a gambler. And what exactly was she running away from? There had to be more to her story than just an overbearing ex-fiance.

When his phone rang his hand reached out automatically, "Spike."

"Good morning son." Rupert Giles greeted his eldest.

"Hi Da. Guess you heard the news huh?"

"Word does get around. So how much did the Crypt give up this time?"

"1.8 and change. No worries, we'll make it back within the week."

"Oh, I have no doubt of that." Giles could hear a hint of something in his son's voice. "Why don't you tell me about the lucky winner."

Spike sighed inwardly. How to describe her. She wasn't like anyone he'd ever met. Definitely not his type either. And where had that thought come from? "She's young," he started. "Naïve. She looks like some hapless school teacher, though she never actually got around to telling me what she does for a living."

"Don't suppose she'll need to continue doing it either." Giles inserted.

"No, definitely not. But.she's so innocent. She'll definitely need some protection once we hand over the money. The wolves will be banging down her door, and she won't know how to defend herself." Spike mused.

"And you plan to do it for her?"

"No. Just sort of steer her in the right direction." He couldn't leave her to fend for herself, now could he?

Giles smiled, he knew that tone. "So, your mother and I might be coming out to see you soon."

"Oh?"

"She misses the baby. You know she can't stay away from Dru for that long." Spike grinned. Dru and her new husband Scott had just had their first child, and his parents couldn't get enough. Spike tuned back into the conversation just as his Da was finishing up. "So we'll be going by to visit Dru this weekend, and then heading up your way."

"Great! Can't wait to see you both."

"Maybe we can meet the new high roller while we're there. What was her name again?"

"Buffy." Spike had a flash of green eyes and gold hair. "Buffy Summers."

Just then the door opened. Buffy stopped short in the doorway, looking apologetic and nervous. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy. Your assistant said - "

"Come in." He waved at her to take a seat, then continued his conversation. "Speaking of the lucky winner she just walked in. Gotta go. Give my love to Mum."

"I'm so sorry. I can come back later. I didn't mean to bother you." Buffy insisted.

"No bother. I asked Allison to let you in whenever you arrived."

"But I didn't mean to interrupt." She waved at the phone he'd just hung up.

"No problem. Just Da checking on how much money we're giving away this time." Spike smiled encouragingly at her. She was extremely attractive when she was nervous chewing on her bottom lip until it was red and puffy. But he rather preferred her calm, then nervous. The idea that she was uncomfortable around him didn't sit well.

"About that." She began. "Well, I just wanted to be sure. You know. That there was no mistake?" She looked up at him with big round eyes.

"Mistake?" Spike stood to come around the desk, leaning against it just in front of her chair.

"Yes. I just.Well it occurred to me that these things just don't happen, not in real life, not to me." She finished in a quiet whisper.

"They do here." Spike smiled at her. "And they obviously do to you." He leaned forward and placed his forefinger beneath her chin. Lifting her face until their eyes met. "It's all real. It's all happening. And it's all yours."

Spike moved to take the seat next to hers. His hand came up to capture one of hers and held it there. "Now, we can't hand over the full amount until you can get your ID and all that rot straightened out." Her face fell, and he hastened to continue. "But I'll advance you some cash now that you can use until we can get the rest to you."

"Thank you so much Mr. Giles."

"Spike. Or William if you prefer. But whenever I give a girl 2 million I insist we be on a first name basis." He smirked at her causing Buffy to blush profusely.

"Oh! I never thought about what this would mean for you! I mean 2 million is a lot isn't it? You don't have to pay me all at once. You can give it to me in installments if you like." Buffy assured him.

Spike stared down at the woman before him. How could anyone be so.selfless? She was definitely one in a million, or two million as the case may be. Spike smirked inwardly at his own joke.

Spike reached out to cup one of Buffy's cheeks in the palm of his hand. He stole a moment to study her face, her eyes dropping down to stare at the floor rather than meet his intense gaze. "You are a sweet thing aren't you?" He whispered huskily. Withdrawing his hand, he let loose a light chuckle. "The Crypt never makes a bet it can't afford to lose."

He stood abruptly and made his way back around his desk. Pulling out the first drawer he grabbed the petty cash box and began to count out hundreds. "$5,000 should probably do until we can get you the rest, don't you think?" Buffy nodded her eyes focused on the money. She'd never seen so much all at once before! "You should go out, indulge yourself today. We've got a spa and a salon in the hotel, you should avail yourself of them." Spike offered as he finished counting.

Handing over the money he sat behind his desk once more. "Now, do you have a lawyer?"

"Lawyer?" Buffy repeated, trying not to feel too awkward holding the large bundle of bills.

"Yes. You'll need one to help get your ID situation straightened out, and someone to help you once you've gotten all the money."

"Help me?" She felt like an idiot. She didn't seem to be able to grasp any of his meanings.

Spike smiled at her. "Yes. Once your name gets out, you'll find out you have relatives you never heard of before. You'll also have every charity on earth banging down your door. And not all of them will be legitimate." He cautioned her.

"Oh." Buffy fidgeted in her seat. "Well I don't really have a lawyer. Except for the one that handled my mother's estate when she passed. But he's back in Trader's Corners and really don't want to use him."

"No, I don't suppose you would." Spike felt a tightness in his chest. What was she running from? "I have a friend. He's a lawyer in Los Angeles; we went to university together. You can trust him. If you like, I can give him a call and see if he's free to take you on?"

"Yes that would be wonderful. Thank you Mr. G - William."

"Now, I've given the press a basic idea of your story. Just that you're from a small midwest town and that you'd prefer to keep your name out of the papers for now. That you're still adjusting to the idea that you've hit the jackpot. They're satisfied for now, but it won't hold them for long." Spike watched her face for any signs of fear or discomfort.

Buffy gulped. She knew she'd have to face Angel eventually. But she hoped that the longer she waited the better chance he might have give up on her and moved on already. Her bottom lip trembled slightly.

"Are you okay luv?" Spike asked.

"Yes. I'm so sorry to put you through all this trouble."

"Stop apologizing. It's annoying. You have nothing to be sorry about."

"I'm sor - " Buffy stopped and chewed on her bottom lip instead.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to help you Buffy?"

"No. I-I just need some time to figure out how to handle Angel. I'm not ready to face him yet." She swallowed audibly. "I'm afraid of him."

Spike's features darkened visibly. "Did he hurt you?"

"No!" Her answer was quick, making Spike quirk an eyebrow at her. "He doesn't need to use physical force when intimidation works just as well." The look on her face was miserable. Spike wanted nothing more than to wipe that look away.

"Okay, luv." Spike soothed. "Let's not worry about it for now, yeah? Why don't you go pamper yourself today. Go to the Spa. Have a massage. Have a makeover." He was back at her side again. His hand reaching out unconsciously to tuck a strand of hair back behind her ear. "Have dinner with me tonight." Where had that come from? Spike shook his head slightly.

Buffy blinked at the invitation, then slowly nodded. "Yes, I'd like that."

He nodded back at her. "Okay then. Off with you." He helped her out of her chair and saw her out the door.

"See you tonight then luv."

"Yes. See you then Will." She gave him a dazzling smile before disappearing down the corridor.

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Chapter 4 - Dinner

Buffy's first stop was at the hotel's shops. She stepped into the store and looked around at the different dresses. There had been one in the window that had caught her eye, but it was probably pretty expensive. It looked like one of those dresses you'd see on a movie star or something.

"Hello, may I help you?" A young sales clerk approached her. She saw Buffy's indecision and asked, "Are you shopping for a special occasion?"

"No. Well, yes. I don't know." Buffy stammered. "Dinner I guess?"

"Romantic, or business?"

"Oh." Buffy bit her bottom lip and chewed nervously. "Business?" She wasn't entirely sure. Will hadn't really said, but she didn't think he'd meant to ask her in the romantic sense. After all, why would *he* want *her*. He was so handsome and confident. She could tell that when he walked into a room everyone else stopped to stare. She sighed.

Well she would at least buy a dress that would make her stand out, just a little. Even if she wouldn't be the most beautiful woman in the room, at least she'd look more upscale than usual, she thought. "Can I see the red dress in the window?"

The sales clerk smiled.

***

Buffy was sitting in a salon chair trying not to giggle. Her head was underneath the dryer, and there was a pedicurist doing her toenails. She'd never had her toenails done before! And the giggles were part giddy happiness and part ticklish reaction.

"Now let us see." Henry lifted the dryer off her head. "Is this not a beautiful woman?" He asked the ladies around him, who nodded at his question. Buffy blushed.

Henry led her over to a chair by the mirrors, turning her so that she could see. He had cut her hair in layers, leaving wispy tufts to curl around her face. He'd also put in just a hint of red highlight, giving her hair a shiny and sort of burnished copper sheen. Buffy was amazed.

When she'd first sat down, Henry had given her a tongue lashing. "What have you done to yourself?" He'd asked angrily. Buffy tried to explain her act of rebellion. Angel had constantly told her how to wear her hair, how short to cut it, what color to make it. She'd finally had enough and chopped it off at the shoulder. When she told Henry this he pouted. "Was this man your hairdresser?"

"No." Buffy bit back a giggle at the thought.

"Then he has no business telling you how to wear your hair!" Henry swiped the comb through her short locks in angry rebuttal. "And next time you want to rebel, you come to me." He admonished her. She nodded and smiled, delighted with her new look.

***

Buffy carried all her new purchases up to her room, flopping down onto the comfy couch in the middle of the suite. She couldn't keep the smile off her face. Never before had she had the time or the money to just spend a day pampering herself. She found that she liked the feeling.

Sighing contentedly she stood grabbing her new dress, cosmetics and hair supplies and heading toward the bathroom. She only had an hour and half to get ready for her dinner with Will.

***

Spike stood just outside Buffy's door, taking a deep breath he hit the bell hearing it chime in the room. What was he thinking asking her to dinner? He had enough complications in his life that he didn't need to add a naïve young Buffy from Kansas. But when the door swung open his breath caught in his throat, though he struggled to hide his reaction from her.

Buffy's dress was blood red, and clung to her curves deliciously. Spike stepped into the room, heading toward the bar to pour himself a quick drink. "Would you like anything luv?"

"No thanks. Buffy and alcohol tend to be a bit unmixy." She explained quietly, her head tilted shyly downward.

God, Spike could feel his blood begin to heat up. The dress came to just above her knees, showing off the smooth skin of her calves. The neckline plunged to just between the sweet swell of her breasts, which was excentuated with each breath she took. And the small heart pendant that dangled in the center of that valley, made his heart stutter.

Spike could feel his trousers tighten, and thought it was a good idea to keep the bar between them. "Nice dress luv." He couldn't keep the husky quality out of his voice at the compliment.

Buffy blushed. "I saw it in the window of the shop downstairs. When I tried it on the sales lady said it made my eyes shine like emeralds." Why had she repeated such a silly compliment? Flustered her gaze flew up to meet Will's, her breath hitching at the intense stare she found directed at her.

"She was right." Spike couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Closing them tightly he threw his head back and took a long swallow of the scotch he'd poured. "Best get going luv." Finally coming around from the bar, he took hold of her elbow and led her out the door.

***

Buffy was trying not to gawk at her companion. Will looked absolutely gorgeous. He was wearing black slacks with a red silk dress shirt. She smiled inwardly at the sight they must make. It probably looked as if they'd planned their wardrobe.

"What are you smiling at Buffy?" Spike asked, catching her grin with one of his own.

"Us." Then she blushed at what her words implied. "I mean, we sort of dressed alike." She hastened to explain.

Spike's smile grew wider. She was so different than any other girl - *woman*, he'd ever met. She'd blushed more in the past hour than he'd ever seen his mother blush in his lifetime. He didn't think he'd every been around such innocence before.

They had dinner in the revolving restaurant at the top of the casino. Buffy's eyes widened when she saw the view, and she spent several minutes turning this way and that in order to capture the whole picture in her mind. Spike's delight in her grew with each passing moment. His desire grew as well, even as he tried to suppress it.

Spike new Buffy didn't need or want his attentions now. She was just coming out of a controlling, and possibly abusive - Spike inwardly grimaced - relationship. But his libido seemed to have a mind of it's own, racing at the thought of her.

And he definitely didn't want the complications having a relationship with Buffy would bring. She wasn't his type. He wasn't ready for a suburban life with a wife and 2.5 kids. And that was exactly the type of life a woman like Buffy was after. No. She definitely wasn't his type.

Their conversation was pleasant and innocent. She asked about his family and he explained that they owned two casinos; one here in Vegas and one in Atlantic City. The Atlantic City had been the first, and was where his father and mother resided. He told her about Dru, and her recent marriage and even more recent baby.

She laughed in delight at the stories he told of their childhood together. And he felt a stirring in him that had nothing to do with desire, but he quickly shook it away. And when she talked of her own childhood; an only child with an absentee father, Spike refused to allow his protective streak to take over. Instead he gritted his teeth and nodded in all the appropriate places.

By the time dessert had come around, Buffy was stuffed. But Spike insisted that she try at least a bit of the chocolate mousse, and since he insisted she acquiesced. Smiling and ducking her head she asked for a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side. Spike smiled in return and delivered the order to the waiter when he appeared.

When the confection was placed before her, Buffy felt her mouth water despite herself. She absolutely loved chocolate and ice cream on the side? Who could ask for more. She smiled. Taking up the spoon she took a small sliver of mousse and a tiny dollop of ice cream and brought them to her lips.

Spike watched with barely restrained control as Buffy's sweet lips parted and took in the rich dessert. Her eyes closed and she let out a small satisfied moan as she swallowed down the treat. His own breath quickened at the sight she made.

"You're right. This is excellent. Thank you for insisting I try it." Buffy re-opened her eyes, and gasped. Will's eyes had darkened, and his irises had dilated so that there was only a small bright ring of blue left. Her eyes quickly fell back down onto the dessert and she continued to eat in silence, her heart beating frantically.

Spike used the silence to regain a measure of control. He took deep calming breaths and rubbed his sweaty palms on his trousers until he was able to look back at Buffy without the urgent need to take her, consequences be damned.

"It's late. I should get you back up to your room." Spike stated quietly.

"Oh." Buffy was disappointed. She didn't want the night to end quite so quickly.

Spike caught the hint of sadness and asked, "Or would you rather we stayed out a bit longer?" Not knowing whether he wanted her answer to be yes or no.

The smile that erupted had Spike catching his breath. "Yes!" Buffy quickly suppressed her enthusiasm. "I mean, I thought we might try the casino. I haven't actually ever been in one before. And I've only played the one machine." She blushed at her own inexperience.

"Whatever the lady wants." Spike stood holding his arm out for Buffy; ignoring the tingle that spread when their bodies came into contact. Spike stopped to leave a few dollars on the table as a tip, having already signed for the check. Then he led his date back to the elevators and down to the waiting casino.

***

Chapter 5 - Taking a Gamble

"Well, what shall it be luv?" Spike asked gesturing toward the row of tables.

"Uhmmm." Buffy hemmed. "How about blackjack? That's just adding to twenty- one right?"

Spike chuckled, leading her over to the table. "It's a bit more than that Buffy." He pulled out a chair for her. "Here, have a seat pet." Buffy took the offered chair and scooted in eagerly.

"How much would you like to start with?" Spike asked, leaning down so that his breath tickled the small hairs on the back of her neck. She shivered, causing Spike to smirk.

"Twenty?" Buffy offered tentatively.

"Twenty thousands a lot for a beginner - " Spike began, but Buffy interrupted quickly.

"Twenty dollars!" She blushed at his misunderstanding.

Twenty dollars? They were at a five dollar minimum table and she only wanted to buy in with twenty dollars? Spike shook his head and then shrugged. Well, it didn't look like he was going to be winning back any of his money from her tonight.

"Changing twenty!" The dealer called out as Buffy placed her bill down on the table. He gave her four $5 chips, which she neatly stacked in front of her.

"Okay, put a chip here." Spike indicated the circle to place her bet. "Now you've got 15, and the dealer is showing an eight. So you want to hit."

"Hit?" Buffy asked. "Does that mean ask for another card? But what if I get over twenty-one? He only has eight so far." She gestured toward the dealer's hand.

Spike smiled. "Yes, but you assume that the card that isn't showing is a ten or face card. Which means he has eighteen, and has you beat already."

Buffy nodded; indicating to the dealer she wanted a hit. Unfortunately the next card was a Jack which caused her to bust. She frowned slightly, "I lost."

"Yes, but you lost correctly." The dealer stated, giving her a smile.

Buffy played another hand, busting on seven this time. She smiled sheepishly at Will before asking, "If you don't mind, I think I'll play incorrectly for awhile?"

Spike laughed and nodded at her. As he stood behind her watching in bemused good humor, his hand came up to rest against the small of her back, forgetting that the dress she wore tonight was essentially back-less. When the palm of his hand made contact with the smooth expanse of her skin, he let out a hiss of breath through clenched teeth and immediately withdrew.

Unaware of Will's discomfort, Buffy couldn't remember when she'd ever had such a good time. She laughed at the joke Jim, the dealer had made even as she lost another bet. Will was standing behind her, occasionally giving her advice on how to play her hand.

Spike watched in amazement as Buffy's little pile of two chips grew to a pile of ten, then back to four and then up again to thirty. She had somehow brought her twenty dollar buy in up to $300! And her strategy defied all logic. She hit when she should have stood and stood when she should have hit. And yet here she was taking even more money from the Crypt. He shook his head, stifling the chuckle that wanted to erupt from his throat.

Spike let his eyes wander the casino as Buffy continued to play her hand. Turning to the left Spike caught the eye of one of his pit bosses, who inclined his head in the direction of the high stakes blackjack table further down. "Excuse me luv." He whispered to Buffy before turning to head down the row of tables.

Buffy followed him with her eyes, wondering what was going on. When he got to the $500 minimum table, Spike knew that trouble was already brewing. A man sat blustering in his seat as he lost a $1000 bet on another bust. "What the hell is this?" The man was shouting.

Spike placed a hand on the gambler's shoulder, his grip firm. "Is there a problem here?" He asked softly.

"No problem. And this is none of your business!" The man cried, shrugging off Spike's hand.

"This is my business. I'm Spike. And this is my place." He stated calmly.

"Well, then you're the man I want to talk to. Do you think I don't know what's going on? That your dealers here aren't playing fair?" Spike fought the instinct to step away from the reek of alcohol coming off the man before him.

"I think you'd better leave." Spike used his strength to begin to lead the man away from the table and toward the exit. Two of his bouncers had come up, but with a shake of his head he dismissed them. "There aren't any cheaters at the Crypt. And we intend to keep it that way. Don't come back."

Still holding his glass of gin, the man reared back and threw the tumbler to the ground. It shattered causing several patrons to cry out and shy away from the pair. Before the man could land a blow, Spike threw an arm out to block the punch and then let fly with one of his own. The man went down in a heap. Spike nodded to his bouncers, who then took charge of the man. Spike was still grimacing with distaste and no small amount of anger when he felt the slim hand land on his shoulder.

"What?!" Spike growled before turning around. His brow scrunched even further when he saw that the owner of the hand was Buffy.

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly, searching his face for any indication.

Spike let loose a quiet curse, grabbing Buffy's arm and leading her back toward the elevator to her penthouse. He punched the button, turning her around to face him while they waited. "What am I going to do with you? You don't belong here!"

Buffy cringed. She'd never seen William so angry. She'd only known him for two days, but he'd been nothing but sweet and understanding. She could see the anger swirling behind his icy stare, and she shivered. She knew that the anger had nothing to do with her, but his words still affected her sharply. He didn't want her here? Where would she go? She swallowed but did not answer him, nor did he seem to want an answer from her.

When the elevator doors opened, he shoved her inside. Her bottom lip was trembling, but he wouldn't allow that to affect him. She didn't belong here. The sharks were going to swallow her up, and he wouldn't be able to protect her. He stared intently at her face before quietly stating, "You worry me Buffy from Kansas. What am I going to do with you?" They watched each other in silence for a minute before Spike continued. "Go upstairs. Don't come back down again tonight, especially not alone. Understand?" He didn't even wait for her nod before turning and heading back toward the casino.

***

Spike headed back toward the security office. He would have to deal with the drunken git before he could call it a night. There would be several reports that needed to be filed, since he'd lost his temper and actually hit the stupid bloke.

After about two hours of paperwork he was finally able to call it quits. Not really knowing why he headed up toward Buffy's suite. He had to make sure she'd gotten in all right didn't he? He had been her escort tonight hadn't he? Whatever the excuse, he once more found himself outside Buffy's door.

The bell chimed and he heard muffled steps approaching. When the door opened he felt a sharp pain in his chest at the sight of Buffy's red puffy eyes. She sniffled once before asking, "Yes Will?"

Was he here to yell at her again? She'd already decided that as soon as he paid her she would find a room in another hotel. She knew that he didn't want her here, but she wasn't about to go back to Trader's Corners either.

"Buffy, luv. I'm sorry." He immediately apologized, his hand reaching out to grasp her arm and pull her close. He was surprised when she resisted.

"There's nothing to apologize for Mr. Giles. I...I'll find another hotel as soon as you pay me the rest of the money." She cursed her stutter.

"Another hotel? Why?" Spike was confused. He was only just realizing that Buffy had already changed into her nightgown and his mind was occupied with that fact.

"You said you don't want me here." She whispered back fiercely.

"No. I said you don't belong here. There's a difference." He answered.

"I don't see it." Buffy turned away from him. "Besides, I know you feel responsible for me. You don't have to. You don't have to worry about me at all! I can take care of myself."

"Sure you can. That's why you had to run away from home?" He knew he'd gone too far when he saw the wince in Buffy's face.

"I didn't run away from home!" She defended herself. "Either way, it's no concern of yours. You don't have to worry about me."

"I didn't say I worried about you."

"Yes you did."

"No." He took a step closer to her. "I said you worried me."

"What's the difference?" She asked, stifling another sniffle.

"The difference is." Buffy felt as if her feet were stuck to the floor. She was unable to step away from him when he reached out to wrap an arm around her waist, bringing their bodies flush against one another. "You worry me because." And then his lips were on hers.

Buffy felt the heat radiating from her lips all the way down to her toes. His hard chest pressed up against her soft breasts, causing her nipples to harden and pebble. Her arms snaked around to wrap around his neck, trying to bring him in even closer contact.

Spike felt himself harden at the breathy moan that escaped Buffy as he plundered her mouth. His hips thrust forward to grind against hers; his hands came down to cup her rounded buttocks and increase the pressure.

God, she'd never felt anything like it before! She felt as if he were devouring her. The kiss was an endless exploration of her very being. Will's tongue danced in her mouth, touching all the secret places that made her skin flush and her blood boil.

When he left her mouth to trail open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and neck she moaned out his name, "Will." The sound was like a splash of cold water on Spike's face. He pulled away from her long enough to allow the glazed look to leave her eyes.

"Buffy, have you ever been with a man before?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Her responses were too instinctively passionate for the answer to be anything but no.

"Not exactly." She answered, head down in embarrassment.

"Not exactly luv? I think you'd know for sure if the answer were yes." He pulled away from her completely, clamping down on his own need.

Buffy's body was thrumming and she felt the loss of his touch like a stake through the heart. She felt cold and empty without him surrounding her. "W- what's wrong?"

"I told you, you worried me Buffy." His hand came out to cup her cheek. "You're dangerous luv. But you better watch out. You can't play the game when you don't know the rules. And you damn well better make sure you can afford to lose your bet."

Buffy watched him go the door shutting softly behind him, before collapsing on the couch. She fought the sobs that threatened before asking the empty room, "But why do I have to lose?"

***

Chapter 6 - Relatives and Showgirls

When Buffy walked into the main suite the next morning she had a moment of blind panic. The message light on her phone was blinking. She stared at it for a moment, wondering whether Angel had finally found her. Had her name leaked out after all? She wanted to call Will and ask him; whether or not her name had made the papers, whether he'd come down and offer his support. But she knew that after last night he wouldn't want those questions, at least not from her.

She sighed heavily, making her way to the blinking phone. Swallowing, she lifted the receiver and punched the buttons that would allow her to listen to the voicemail. Her relief was so immense when the voice that came through the speaker was not Angel's, that she almost missed the entire message. As it was she caught only the name, Xander Harris, and a contact phone number. Dumbly, she replayed the message and found that this was the lawyer in Los Angeles that Will had mentioned. She made a mental note to call him back as soon as she'd gotten dressed for the day.

***

Spike stood outside Buffy's door for the third time in as many days. He silently cursed himself for his own stupidity. What was he doing here again? He'd convinced himself that he had to let her know that he'd been in contact with Xander and that he'd be calling her soon to make the arrangements for her ID and such. But in his own mind he knew that to be just another excuse.

He railed at his own inability to stay away from the chit. At first sight he'd assumed that she was a harmless child, but now he knew better. Or at least his body did. She was dangerous. Lethal in fact. And she didn't even know it. Which only made her that much more attractive. And arousing. What was he doing here again?

A smooth hand came up to rub along the underside of his jaw before reaching out to knock quietly on the door. It was a small concession on his part. He would not ring the bell. But if she happened to be in the main room she would hear the knock. And if she didn't then he could turn around and pretend that he hadn't needed to be here. After all she was a smart bird. If she received a call from Xander, she'd know what it was regarding and could deal with it all just fine on her own.

Before he could retreat back to the elevator Buffy's door swung quietly open. She stood there, silent in khaki shorts and a pink halter top. Her hair was done up in a pony tail and she looked all of sixteen years old, the small splash of makeup she wore doing nothing but add to her immature looks. And yet, his body responded almost on autopilot. His heartbeat quickened and his skin warmed.

"Good afternoon Buffy." He greeted her. She still had not moved away from the door, barring his entrance to her suite.

"Mr. Giles. What can I do for you?" Buffy forced a cool response, when her body was heated beyond measure. Just seeing him reminded her of his hungry kisses from the night before. She willed herself not to lean toward his hard body, though she wanted nothing more at the moment then to feel him against her.

"May I come in luv?" He raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

"Of course. It is your hotel after all." She stepped aside to allow him entry.

He could feel the frost coming off her in waves. It was just as well, he told himself. There could never be anything between them. She didn't belong here, in the land of bright lights and 24 hour sin.

"I wanted to let you know that I got a hold of my friend, Xander Harris. He was that lawyer I told you about. He should be calling you sometime today." He tried to keep the conversation on business, not allowing their eyes to meet, or his gaze to wander over her body the way it demanded of him.

"You're a little late Mr. Giles. We've already spoken. Thank you for your referral, I would have had to pick from the phone book otherwise." She kept her words polite; the only way she knew to distract herself from his presence. "He seems very competent."

Spike's frown marred his face. He didn't like the way she kept using his surname. "He is. He's one of the best, and completely trustworthy."

"Yes, I knew you wouldn't have recommended him otherwise." She stepped over to the coffee service she had ordered earlier. She felt the pot for warmth, as she sat down on the couch. "Would you like some coffee Mr. Giles?" She poured herself a cup as she spoke.

He snapped. What did she expect from him? "Bloody hell woman! I didn't come here for coffee! And I sure as hell didn't come here to have you spout "pleases" and "thank yous" - and Will!! My name is Will! Bloody use it will you?!"

Buffy blinked owlishly up at him. Finally she spoke letting the words leave her lips in a soft whisper, "I'm sorry - Will." She turned her face away from his intense stare. "I was under the impression that you wanted to keep our relationship on a business level. I was only trying to accommodate you." Though her words were softly spoken, he could hear the underlying anger that laced her voice.

She stood abruptly, facing him once more, her own face a mask of angry indignation. "I'm sorry if I'm too stupid or naïve to understand what you had implied last night. I'm afraid you may have to spell it out for me." Her breath was coming in harsh gasps now.

"You're not stupid Buffy."

"Just naïve then." She tilted her chin up in defiance. "I may be from a small town in Kansas, and maybe I've never been in a casino or fancy revolving restaurants - but that doesn't give you the right to look down your nose at me!"

She strode toward the door throwing it open for him. "I told you last night, and I'll tell you again. You don't have to worry about me." Her voice was solid and steady, her green eyes sparking with anger. "I know you don't want me here. I know I've been taking up a lot of your time. You won't have to put up with me much longer. I told you, as soon as I get the rest of my money I'll move to another hotel."

"No."

"No?"

"No. I told you that wasn't what I meant. You're always welcome here at the Crypt." He tried to cajole her, stepping close and resting a cool hand on the arm holding the door for him. She stiffened at his touch, and he felt a twisting in his gut. Slowly he pulled her hand away from the door, letting it click shut beside them. His hand came up to cup her cheek and force her gaze to meet his.

Buffy was still breathing in harsh gasps. Will's proximity was doing nothing to help with the matter. She could feel the warmth spreading with each intimate touch.

"I'm sorry." He stated softly, his head now tilted down toward her, only inches away. "I let that drunken bastard get to me, and I took it out on you. I said a lot of things I don't much remember and doubt I even really meant." He leant down to brush his lips softly against hers.

Buffy's heart was pounding in her chest. How could he be so mean and hateful one minute and sweet and caring the next? He didn't mean what he said? She shook her head slightly. Did he mean to walk away from her last night? Before she could voice the question out loud, his lips were on hers once again.

What was he doing? Hadn't he just vowed to stay away from her? Spike's mind reeled. The smell of vanilla and jasmine permeated his senses. His fingers came up to card through her hair, impatiently loosening the tie that bound it back. He let the silky strands caress his palm. His other hand traced its way up her side, finding the curve of her hip and resting there for a brief moment.

As he forced the kiss deeper his hand moved up, making its way underneath her halter to caress the smooth skin of her stomach. At her hitched breath, Spike's hand moved even further until it was only a breath away from the sweet swell of her breast.

Aching for his touch, Buffy bowed her back giving him even more access. And when his hand came up to wrap itself around her bare breast, she sighed and let the warmth spread until she thought she'd caught fire.

Before he knew it, Spike had Buffy pinned against the door. His lips had left hers to travel down her throat, stopping to lave at the small indentation at the base. He lifted her shirt and bent forward to take one dusky nipple into his mouth. Already hard and pebbled, he brushed his rough tongue over the sensitized flesh causing Buffy to moan and dig her hands into the back of his head.

Buffy was in a daze. She'd never felt anything like this before. Any caresses she'd had with Angel had been nothing compared to the hot fiery passion that took over her senses whenever Will entered a room. When he pulled away from her she mewled in protest. It took her a moment to realize that he'd spoken. It took even longer for her to notice the shrill ring of the telephone. When she did, she realized that the low murmur of words coming from Will were curses.

Quickly she snapped up the receiver, "Hello?"

"And who's this now?" The voice had a definite British accent, the tone demanding. Buffy didn't even think about refusing.

"Buffy Summers."

"Buffy Summers, eh? Pretty name. Are you a pretty girl?" The man asked without preamble.

"Uhm.well...I..." Buffy wasn't sure how to answer that. "Who is this?"

"Thomas Giles, I've been told my grandson is paying you a call." Buffy gulped. Thomas Giles? Will was related to THE Thomas Giles? He was like the second richest man in the country.

"Uhm..Yes Mr. Giles, he's here. Would you like to speak to him?"

"In a minute lass. So you won the jackpot. Are you married?" Buffy's mind was too befuddled to wonder at the questions he was asking.

"Yes. No. No sir. I'm not married." Buffy was surprised when the phone was jerked out of her hand by a cursing Will.

"Would you like to check her pedigree grandda?"

"Well, Will! Good to hear your voice. Your secretary transferred me. Of course I wouldn't have to be transferred all over bloody Vegas if you'd just call your grandmum every once in a while. She misses you."

Spike smiled. It was an old ploy and one he was well immune to by now. "Now grandda, I just called you and grandmum last week."

"A week's a lifetime to people our age Will, you know that!" Thomas answered quickly. "Besides a visit's better than a phone call any day." He hinted.

"I was just up there a month ago for Alan's wedding." Alan was a cousin on his mother's side.

"Does that mean you can't come visit again? Is there a certain time period you have to wait before letting your grandmum fuss over you? Or are you too busy with the new lucky winner to worry about your old grandparents?"

Spike sighed. "You know I'm always too busy chasing the showgirls around town." He teased.

"Ha!" His grandda guffawed. "You always were a cheeky one."

"I'll call grandmum this week, I promise. Once things are settled down again." Spike placated.

"See that you do boy. See that you do." Then the old man hung up, leaving a bemused Spike on the other line.

"So you're related to Thomas Giles?" Buffy asked quietly. She had been standing at the window gazing down at the city while he spoke with his grandfather. She couldn't help but listen to his end of the conversation, and it had her twisted in knots. Showgirls?

"Yes. His bark's worse than his bite." Will offered with a grin.

"Well, you're probably very busy. I don't want to keep you." Buffy once more stepped up to her door, swinging it open for him.

Spike stood for a moment studying her face. Had he upset her by giving in to his urges earlier? Her face was cold and unreadable. "Yes. I should probably get going." It was probably best if he gave her some time. But before stepping out his hand rested briefly on hers, his thumb running lazily over her knuckles. "See you later then luv?"

Buffy only nodded mutely, before shutting the door behind him.

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