"Thanks for the coffee." Alexander says sitting across from Anna.

"Not like I paid for it." Anna laughs. There are some perks to her parents owning the place.

After dinner the night before Anna and Alex decided to meet up for coffee. Alex told Anna all about his girlfriend back at Harvard and Anna told him all about her roommates, M.I.T and of course Marcello. The two sat and talked for at least an hour before Alex was called away by his dad. With Alex gone Anna ordered more coffees and took them to the security room. Her dad was standing with Tommy.

"What do you mean you think he is cheating?" Jacob asked.

"Well I'm not quite sure. I think he is just looking for attention." Tommy replies.

"He is a high roller of course he wants attention. The girls should be handling it."

"He has turned away every single one of the floor girls." Tommy says. "I'm trying to do a background check but I'm finding nothing."

"Seriously Tommy? Nothing?" Anna says walking over to the two men. "Have you tried my way."

"Can I borrow her boss?" Tommy asks Jacob.

"Have her." Jacob replies kissing the top of her head. "Have fun Annie."

"Thanks dad." Anna sits down at the desk staring at the monitors. "Ok where is he?"

"There." Tommy points to the monitor display camera four and Anna's heart stops. "He checked in under the name-"

"Morretti."

"How on earth did you know that?" Tommy asks flabbergasted.

Without answering Anna storms out of the security room and down onto the casino floor. After not being dressed up enough last night Anita insisted on picking her daughter outfit this morning.

The burgundy dress finishes at her thigh with a belt tight around for waist. Her red hair is out and fierce as she stomps along the casino floor. Marcello is sitting at the blackjack table. He sees Anna nearing him out of the corner of his eye but keeps his eyes on the dealer. Marcello knew he screwed up and honestly he had no excuse. Well, no good excuse.

The dealer looked up as Anna came towards the table recognising her immediately.

"Miss Carmichael is there something wrong?"

"Change for one hundred." Anna says sitting down at the table. She hands over a one hundred dollar note and the dealer checks it.

"Changing one hundred." The dealer calls placing a set of chips in front of Anna.

The dealer begins and Anna feels eyes watching her. She keep her eyes straight focused on the cards.

"Can you give me a moment with the lady?" Anna hears Marcello ask. The dealer looks at Anna for her approval and she gives him a small nod. The dealer steps back from the table and Marcello moves over a seat closer to Anna. "Will you at least look at me?"

"Why should I?" Anna counters keeping her eyes straight.

"I'm an arse."

"Correct."

"A jerk, an idiot."

"Yup." Anna says popping the 'p'.

"Anastasia." Marcello grabs hold of her hands spinning him towards her. "I have no excuse so I'm not going to waste one on you. I'm sorry. So incredibly sorry."

"Three weeks!"

"I was working."

"CEO work or the other?" Anna asks.

"Both. But more of my legitimate business." Marcello smirks.

Anna picks her chips up holding them in her hand. She stand from the table placing distance between her and Marcello.

"Thanks for the apology. Enjoy your stay at the Carmichael Grand." Anna moves away.

"Anna please!"

"Try calling next time." Anna says without turning.

Marcello watches Anna walk away. He is mesmerised by the swing of her hips. Marc doesn't notice when the dealer steps back to the table.

"Do you know Anna?" The dealer asks and Marc snaps out of his trance.

"Girlfriend." Marc replies.

"You are probably the luckiest and unluckiest guy on the planet." The dealer laughs.

"Why do you say that?"

"Anna Carmichael is gorgeous but fiery and stubborn. She grew up on the Vegas Strip. She is not one to be messed with."

"Thanks for the advice." Marcello takes his chips and heads back to his room. There is something about Anna. He knew it the moment he saw the photo of her in the Coffee Bean.

She is a better woman than I deserve. Marc thinks to himself. He stays in his room with his thoughts of Anna until he goes stir crazy. Marcello makes his way downstairs to the restaurant. As soon as he enter he is greeted by a well dressed man.

"Mr Morretti, I wanted to personally welcome you to the Carmichael Grand."

"Thank you uh...?"

"Jacob. Jacob Carmichael."

"You're Anna's father?"

"Yes." Jacob narrows his eyes at Marcello.

"And you are the one who hurt her."

"Sir I-"

"Professionally I say enjoy your stay and thank you for gambling and personally I tell you if you hurt my daughter again I will castrate you."

"Understood. Make I speak?"

"Go ahead..."

"I made a mistake, I was stupid. I'm going to try my best to make it up to Anastasia, if she will listen to me."

"Stubborn like her mother." Jacob says.

"That is the Italian blood." Marc adds.

"I want nothing more than for my daughter to find love. She deserves that. If she chooses you, you have my blessing."