“Also,” Marta continued, “I’m coming to visit.”
“What?”
“Someone needs to make sure you’re not completely losing your mind in Sin City. Plus, I want to see this hotel everyone’s talking about. And meet these triplets who have you all twisted up.”
“Marta—”
“Already looking at flights. I’ll text you dates. Grab me a room. Love you, bitch. Try not to burn anything else down.”
She hung up before I could protest.
I sat there holding my phone, feeling simultaneously better and more overwhelmed. Marta was coming to Vegas. Kurt Wilder was threatening my career. Orion wanted to show me something in an hour.
And I still had no idea what I was doing with any of this.
My phone buzzed with a text from Orion:Wear something that makes you feel powerful. You’ll need it.
What the hell did that mean?
I opened my closet—still mostly gift shop clothes the brothers had bought me after the fire, plus a few things I’d ordered online. My eyes caught on a deep red dress I’d bought on impulse. Form-fitting and sophisticated, it whispered, “I know exactly what I’m doing,” even when I absolutely didn’t.
Powerful. Right.
I could do powerful.
I just hoped Orion knew what he was getting into.
Because after today—Kurt Wilder’s threats, the facility tour that proved my worth, the security center moment that proved my attraction to all three brothers wasn’t going away—I was done pretending this was simple.
Nothing about Vegas was simple.
But maybe that was the point.
Chapter 8
Orion
I stood in the lobby,watching Tashi exiting the elevator in that red dress, and every carefully constructed argument I’d prepared about professionalism evaporated.
She moved with purpose despite the heels. The dress hugged curves that had been haunting me since that accidental photo, and her hair fell in waves around her shoulders as it caught the casino’s warm light.
She’d exceeded expectations. Again.
“You clean up nice,” I said when she reached me, keeping my voice neutral even though my pulse was doing things pulses shouldn’t do in professional contexts.
“You said I’d need it.” She gave me a look that was equal parts curious and wary. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere that reminds you why Vegas exists.” I offered my arm, immediately second-guessing the gesture. Too formal and date-like. “Come on.”
She hesitated for a fraction of a second—long enough that I wondered if she’d refuse—then slipped her hand into the crook of my elbow. The touch sent heat through my suit jacket.
We walked through the lobby, past the casino floor where Leo was probably watching from the security nest. But Isidestepped his watching eyes and pulled Tashi into an elevator and used my key card, then pressed R.
“R?” said Tashi.
“For roof,” I said without embellishment.
“Why? Are you going to toss me off the roof?”
