She’d come to Las Vegas to save her sister from a predator. She’d failed, but with Nash’s help, she’d gotten revenge and taken down the man who’d murdered her sister.
“Hello.” Georgie smiled at Nash.
The man pulled her in close and kissed her. “Hi.”
Georgie’s blue eyes flicked my way. “Bastian, everything is coming together so well for the Isis and Osiris show. Ticket sales have gone through the roof since we launched the advertising campaign.”
Excitement glowed off her.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Nash snaked his arm around his woman. “Are you on your lunch break?”
“I am.”
Like he had to ask. I knew the man had her timetable memorized.
“Good. Lunch is on me. Bye, Bastian.” He herded her away.
She waved at me as they left.
I stood there, alone in the sea of people. For the first time, I felt a flash of envy watching them. I never lacked for female company when I wanted it, but I’d never had that…connection. Never had a woman look at me the way Georgie looked at Nash. Usually, they looked at me and saw a hard body or dollar signs.
I caught a flash of green out of the corner of my eye and turned my head.
It wasn’t Lark. I felt a strange sense of disappointment.
A willowy blonde sauntered my way. She was putting a good deal of effort into the enticing sway of her hips.
“Hello.” She shot me a slow smile. “You look lonely.” She cocked her head. “I have a friend, Samantha. She’s played with you before.” The blonde lifted a hand and one red-tipped nail fiddled with a button on my shirt. “She said you rocked her world.” The woman’s voice turned breathy.
I leaned in and pulled in a breath of her musky perfume. She was my type, but for some reason I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose.
“Want to rock mine?” she asked.
I shot her my practiced smile. “Darling, I appreciate the offer, but I can’t right now.” The truth was, I only had the vaguest blip of attraction. My attention was elsewhere. I brushed her cheek with my fingers. “Rain check?”
Her plump lips curled. “Okay. I won’t forget. Until next time.”
She walked away with more of that swing in her hips. She was exactly the type that I partied with. I liked them tall, leggy, and simple. Women were just another pleasant diversion. I never let things get too complicated.
I had one rule. No repeats.
I walked toward the elevator that would lead to my office and penthouse. I couldn’t sense Lark anymore and I bit back my frustration.
Where are you, little bird?
Then suddenly I stopped. A scent tickled my senses and I breathed deep, pulling in a lungful. It smelled of fresh rain and thunderstorms.
Lark.
She always smelled like a rainstorm.
She’d been here.
I turned in a slow circle, giving the floor one last scan. But I already knew she was long gone.
I needed to find her and do what I’d promised Nash that I would—deal with her.
