“We have a room. Several actually,” Denham retorts before leaning into me and whispering in my ear, “and I plan to make use of every available surfaceverysoon.”
He doesn’t let me linger on that thought as he drapes an arm around my shoulder, tucking me into him. We follow Lottie and Spike out of the hotel and into a waiting Limousine.
“What’s this for?” I ask curiously.
“Transport for the evening. After you, Stunner.”
He gestures for me to enter. It’s not easy to get into a car gracefully in such a tight dress, and certainly not when I can feel him watching my every move. Of course, Lottie and Spike are already in and Lottie is pouring more champagne by the time I get seated. Denham slides in next to me, taking the first full glass from Lottie and placing it in my hands. I try to take it from him with a smile, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he pulls our hands to the side, being careful not to spill the champagne and moves in to kiss me. He brushes his nose up my neck and along my jaw, and I can hear him gently inhaling as his free hand comes to rest at the nape of my neck. He grips firmly, pulling me in closer to him and hovering his lips over mine, taunting me, barely touching me, but causing every nerve in my body to react.
“One day soon we’ll have a Limo to ourselves.” He speaks in hushed tones so Lottie and Spike can’t hear. “Then I’m going to show you exactly what’s happening in my head right now.” He smiles wickedly and licks my top lip, taking with him some of my gloss. My tongue darts out to meet his, but I’m too slow. “Nuh uh.” He shakes his head gently from side to side with a sexy grin on his face and flashing that killer dimple. “I don’t want an audience, and I especially don’t want my brother to be that audience. Now, I’m going to have to think of something nasty before we exit the car or I’ll be giving everyone a show.”
My eyes can’t help but move south. When I look back up, I’m being treated to the same smile as before but this time with a quirked brow. My cheeks flush; I’ve been caught blatantly checking out the impressive bulge in his crotch. I start to fidget and pull the champagne glass toward me, this time he lets go.
“I’ve told you before, “he says confidently, “look all you like because next time we’re in here, we’ll be doing more than looking.” He shifts in the seat until he’s facing the others. Lottiehands him a full glass and he rests his free hand just above my knee, drawing lazy circles with his thumb.
“Where are we going then, boys?” Lottie asks excitedly. I watch as a grin spreads across Spike’s face. “Spike, does that smile mean what I think it does? Really?” Lottie hoots before launching herself at Spike and kissing him passionately.
“That doesn’t really answer the question,” I say, puzzled. “I’m still none the wiser.”
“It’s Lottie’s favorite place, and I believe you’ll like it too,” he answers cryptically. Something tells me he doesn’t want to give too much away so I don’t pry. I actually like the fact that it’s a surprise.
“Is it far away?” I ask, wondering how long we’ll be in the Limo.
“It’s just down the strip but we’ll circle until we’ve finished our drinks.” He speaks matter of factly, not looking in my direction, keeping his gaze fixed out of the window.
“Are you okay?” I probe gently.
“I’m thinking about visiting with my elderly grandmother,” he says as if talking to the pane of glass in front of him, “because if I look or think about you right now, Ari, all that effort will be wasted and I’ll be back to square one again.”
“Denham,” I whisper, and I watch as the shiver works its way down his neck and settles in the base of his spine. “You can’t not look at me all night.”
“Well, fuck. Apparently I only have to hear you say my name to get hard again,” he says under his breath but loud enough for me to hear. The thought of him being hard at the sound of my voice sending shivers of pleasure through me. It also gives me an air of confidence I’ve never had before.
I lean forward and whisper over his shoulder and into his ear. “You want me to do something about that for you?” I say in the sweetest, most innocent voice I can manage. Denham and thealcohol are making me brave, but not quite brave enough that I don’t feel a little embarrassed at being so brazen.
Denham snaps his head around to me in total shock, then sits up straight and announces, “Turn the fucking car around.”
Lottie stops looking into Spike’s eyes and snaps, “Oh no you don’t, D. For fuck’s sake…” she mutters as she gets up out of her seat and making her way over to me. She swats Denham’s shoulder. “Go sit over there and calm your raging hard-on, will you?” She doesn’t give him a lot of choice before she wiggles her bottom in next to me and makes Denham shuffle around until he’s next to Spike.
“There…” Lottie says smugly. “That should do it!” I still can’t believe how direct this girl is. I love her. “And you!” Lottie points one of her long talons at me. “You little tease, try not to raise his main sailallnight. The poor boy will explode before you get your hands on him,” she chastises before knocking back what’s left in her glass. “Now drink up, you lightweights. I wanna go party!”
The Limo circles the strip one more time as we finish off the champagne and settle into friendly banter. Luckily, the sexual tension diminishes somewhat and it makes it more comfortable for Denham to relax and have a good time. It doesn’t vanish completely, and I’m feeling sassy enough to have some fun with him a little later, but for now we’re all out to have a good time.
We finally pull up outside a very plain looking building. I glance at Lottie for an indication that we have stopped at the wrong place, but she grins and holds out a hand to help me out. When I stand, I straighten out my dress and shake my hair out a little. There is no signage, just a roped area with a queue as long as the road. I inwardly groan. Even though the evening is warm, I don’t want to stand here for what will probably take the best part of an hour to get in.
Denham and Spike exit the Limo. Denham takes my hand and kisses my cheek before steaming ahead and jumping the queue.I half walk half jog to keep up until we get to the front of the very long line of people. He greets the bouncer with a slap on the back and we walk straight in. I shouldn’t have expected anything less. Denham knows everyone, everywhere.
He walks us to the back of a long hall, dipping through a door to the left and down another shorter hallway. When we reach the end, there’s an elevator and he presses the button. We wait for the doors to open and he squeezes my hand while we wait, prompting me to look to him. He still looks ahead, but a sexy grin plays on his lips as he knows I’m smiling at him.
We step in when the doors open and it immediately strikes me that it’s made of glass. I can see the steel and brickwork surrounding it which is bizarre when we start to move. There is no indication of how many floors we travel, but some time passes and I know that we’re not traveling a couple of levels. As it starts to slow, a blue glow starts to get stronger. We emerge from the brick tunnel and the image we are presented with is fabulous.
We’re on the roof. The elevator has taken us to the open air, and the doors open wide onto a spectacular platform situated six foot above the main area. I’m pleased that we went all out with the outfits this evening as it looks like the dress code is ‘dress to impress’.
In LA, the people dress to make a statement. Who can wear the best designer? Who paid more for their dress or shoes? In Vegas, the people seem to want to look good regardless of the price. Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure there are plenty of “moneyed” people here, but the atmosphere tells me they are all here to have a good time rather than to see who they can impress. Everyone looks awesome—quirky and unique. It’s my kind of look and I love it immediately. There’s a huge bar, a dance floor which is pumping out sultry R&B tunes, many tables and a couple of roped off areas around the perimeter.
Lottie comes up behind me as she exits the elevator. “Welcome to Sky lounge. Get your ass to the bar, babe!”
We weave our way through the crowds of people, Denham nods in acknowledgement to many patrons as we walk on by. They all look like they want to stop and talk, but a tight nod is all he gives and we keep moving.
