I shook it, even though all I wanted to do was run away and hide behind the slot machines. He was doing weird things to my body. Things I wasn’t sure were sane. Or healthy. For him, at least. Because nobody wanted someone tackling them to the floor in a crowded casino.
“Kinsley,” I said, my voice louder than before but still sounding wobbly.
“Is there a reason why you have a clothes hanger sticking out the back of your dress?”
I turned my head, trying to see what he was talking about.
He stepped closer, and I gagged at the smell.
God, he stinks.
One hand went to my shoulder, the other behind me. “Here, allow me.”
He removed the hanger with one tug and handed it to me. His hand lingered on my shoulder, and I was torn between wanting him to touch me and wanting to save my nostril hairs from getting permanently damaged.
I hated beer with a passion. The smell, the taste, the pee color.
“Do you have to sneeze?” Landon asked. His voice was rich and deep, and I forgot all about the smell.
“No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“You keep crinkling your nose.” He stepped back and studied my face.
I decided the least I could do was be honest. He did save me, after all. I pointed at his shirt. “It’s just… the smell. I’m not a fan of beer.”
Landon tipped his head down and looked at his soaked shirt.
“Oh yeah. I dropped my beer when I caught you.”
What an ungrateful little bitch I was. He saved me, and I was complaining about the smell I caused.
“I’ll buy you a new one. Beer, I mean. And shirt. What size are you? Medium?” I said, looking at the floor in embarrassment.
He grinned, showing off an even row of white teeth.
“Dude, what’s the holdup?” a guy asked as he came over. As soon as he set eyes on me, he smirked. “Got it. Do you want to meet us there?”
“Yeah, you go ahead.”
The guy shook his head and left. I surely hoped he wasn’t implying what I thought he was. I was not an easy lay. And there was no way I would go back to Landon’s room. No matter how grateful I was that he caught me.
Landon held out his hand. “You coming?”
Guess that was exactly what he thought would happen. But no matter how attracted I was to him, I had no patience for guys who thought they were God’s gift to women.
So I totally overreacted and yelled at him. “Are you asking me to come back to your room? After having met me five minutes ago? How easy do you think I am?”
I put my hands on my hips and stood my ground. No matter how gorgeous this guy was, asking someone to come back to your room like that was just wrong. Did he think I would just follow him? What an ass.
His brows drew together, and his look was one of faint amusement. “I thought we were getting me a new shirt?”
Of course. The shirt. And here I thought he was trying to pick me up. And why would he? He was so far out of my league he’d never be interested in me. I’d just made an ass out of myself.
“Yes, I was. Sorry about that. Let’s get you a shirt,” I said, putting on a brave face when all I wanted to do was run.
“You having a good time so far?” he asked, his hand at my elbow, steering me toward the exit. I was too flustered to stop him from walking us out of the casino.
I took a deep breath and answered him. “Too early to tell. I only got here a few hours ago.”
