“You’re right. I do need a vacation. How long do you think I can take? Four days?”
“You’re the fucking CEO. Take a month off and just tell people you are working remotely.”
“A month?!”
“Yes! A month. You’ve been here for over one hundred and eighty days straight, Myles. Take a fucking month off.”
“After the Badlands deal is set up, then I will. I promise.”
“Fine! After the Badlands deal. Then I don’t want to see your ugly mug in here for at least thirty days! Deal?”
“Deal.”
What the fuck am I going to do for thirty days?
I glance back at the invitation on my desk. If she’s there…No! Not a chance. You drew the boundaries. You put up the wall. It wouldn’t be fair to her if I…Fuck! But I want to.
“Myles? Hello!?” Fabian is snapping his fingers in front of my face.
“What?”
“I said to look over these folders. These are all the men that we have available for the club's schedule.”
“Perfect. Thank you.”
“Welcome. Now, can we please go out to lunch? I’m sick of ordering food. It’s always cold by the time it gets here!” he whines.
“Sure. Let’s go out to lunch.”
“Thank God! I’ll go get Alex. She’s finishing up the Luxton deal,” he says as he closes the door.
I open my laptop one last time and pull up Jasmine’s page. My heart beats faster as I see the photo posted lessthan an hour ago. It’s a photo of her and Mina with matching cocktail dresses on. A beautiful, tight black dress that fits every curve of her body. The caption makes my day even better.
Come to the grand opening of Las Vegas's Badlands next Friday. We can’t wait to see you.
Seventy-four likes and thirty-eight comments. All of them range from respectful to mildly inappropriate to absolutely disgusting. My blood boils as I read some of the things these men are saying about her. I wonder if one of my Ex-military guys could find a few of these degenerates and bring them in for a nice little chat.
I look at her beautiful smile one last time before closing the laptop.
Fuck it. I guess I need to get a new suit for next Friday. It won’t hurt if I just happen to bump into her there…Will it?
CHAPTER 21
Mina
Night Of The Vegas Badlands Grand Opening
“Dear lord. How do you breathe in this thing?” Jaz asks as I tighten the laces on the back of the cocktail dresses we got for tonight. They are matching and absolutely stunning.
“Breathing? Who said anything about breathing?” I laugh as I tighten the last one.
“Okay. My turn!” She spins me as she takes hold of the laces.
“You know…Ouch!” She tightens the top tie. “You don’t have to be so rough,” I tease.
“Aww, hunny. I thought you liked it rough?” she laughs as she kisses my cheek. She tightens up the last part of the laces and steps back.
“Do you think he will be there tonight?” I ask as I look at myself in the mirror. My dark hair is in loose curls that hang halfway down my back. I stare at my reflection. Does doing any of this even matter?
