“It’s down at the other end of the strip,” I said, nodding in that direction. “But I thought we would make this more of a vacation.”
I went to open the door but wasn’t fast enough. She reached over the console and turned my face toward her. With her light blue eyes staring directly into my brown ones, she asked, “Is this okay?”
I turned my head, trying to wrestle free of her gaze. “Mart, come on. Don’t do this here.”
The valet attendants could apparently see we were having a tense moment. They gave us our space and didn’t approach the vehicle as her eyes filled with tears.
Shit.
“Look, I know we’re just fun and easy,” she said, her voice cracking. “I get it. That doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you, Michael.”
Hesitating, I pulled in a breath. The car felt stifling hot, despite the fact I’d just turned off the air-conditioning and the engine.
“Mike,” I said, correcting her, then jabbed her with my elbow and winked. “Big Mike, baby.”
Of course I was intentionally killing the moment. Marta was trying to be real and sentimental at the same time, but I couldn’t do it. Especially when she called me Michael.
“Come on, darling, let’s go have some fun. Yeah?”As if either of us has a choice at this point.
She sucked back her unshed tears and took a deep breath. “Totally.”
When she threw open her door and unfolded her long, lean stripper legs out of the vehicle, I noticed the guys were taking her in. They knew I didn’t fuck my girls. Or at least, I didn’t when I lived in Vegas. So, in their twisted minds, Marta was a free agent.
Alex approached. “Hey, Mike.” When I tossed him the keys with a chin nod, he asked, “Want it up front?”
“Yeah, for now. We’re checking in, so I’ll be in and out for a few days.”
Tossing my arm around Marta, I led her into the hotel. Fuck them if they thought they were going to even look at my lady.
As we stepped inside, not only did the sound of slot machines dinging slap me in the face, but so did the irony, and the realization of what a fucking prick I was.
Why the fuck did Asher have to be right?
