“You look so pretty when you come, Bella.” Spencer ripped his fingers away, the emptiness immediately making me miss him. “And you taste even better.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of me, the look on his face completely satisfied as if he had just eaten a five-star meal.
We really needed to get out of here.
Not only so I could truly be alone with this man, but because we’d been occupying a bathroom for God knows how long. I was torn between telling my client I needed to leave or e-mailing him that I’d gotten sick and would refund him for the evening.
Deciding on the latter, I hopped off the counter, adjusted my dress, and stripped my ripped panties off. Just as I was aboutto toss them in the trash, Spencer insisted, “I’ll take those.” He snatched the ripped lace from my hands, stuffing them in his back pocket.
“Think we can get out of here unnoticed?” Unzipping my purse, I grabbed my tube of bright red lipstick, touching up what Spencer was currently wiping from his lips and neck.
“Hell, I’d be surprised if we didn’t get a look or two.” He chuckled. “Come on, I’ll go first.”
With more confidence than Tom Cruise himself, Spencer waltzed out of the bathroom with no fear of what anyone would think. Pulling me into his side, he looked down at me and whispered, “Don’t pay anyone any attention. Just look straight ahead and walk into the elevator with me.”
Doing as he said, luck was on our side when the elevator popped open within seconds of pressing the button. Once inside, I released the pent-up air in my lungs.
“Well, now that you’ve stolen me from work tonight, what’s the plan?” Standing on my tip toes, I gave him a peck on the lips.
I couldn’t tell you what was getting into me, but I found myself wanting to be affectionate with him in the ways you would be with a boyfriend. I wanted to walk around with him, hand in hand, so others knew he was mine.
Except, he wasn’t really mine, was he?
The elevator doors dinged, opening to the casino floor.
“We could go back to my place?” he offered.
“I figured we’d do that later … that is, if you want me in your bed like last night.”
The thought of being in his bed again, sleeping wrapped up in his embrace, talking until the early hours of the morning, and having access to the clothes I’d left behind, it all made me happy. The type of happy that I wanted to chase and not let go of because my ex-boyfriend was making my life a living hell.
I deserved to be happy, and Spencer Russo was a real-life fairytale that women like me could only dream of having.
“I bought you more than enough outfits to get you by. Of course, I want you in my bed.”
I knew it.
It was just like leaving a toothbrush. He was trying to reel me in, and I was taking the bait.
Sitting next to Avery,knowing she had nothing on underneath her dress—the evidence stuffed in my pocket—was pure torture.
We decided to grab a drink at a bar a couple hotels over, not wanting to chance Jayson and his new friend running into us after we’d fled the scene.
As much as I wanted to rip the rest of Avery’s clothes off, I loved moments like this just as much. It was moments like this that gave me the opportunity to continue getting to know her, and with every interaction between us, she was loosening up more and more. Hopefully, tonight was a chance that we could dig underneath the surface, set aside the small talk, and get to know the deeper side of one another.
Like most bartops in the middle of a Las Vegas casino, this one had video poker machines built into the counter, and in order to sit at the bar, you had to feed the machine.
Vegas really knew how to drain every penny from your bank account.
“Do you ever gamble?” Avery asked as she pressed the ‘deal’ button.
Two aces and three kings were dealt, giving her a full house right off the bat.
“Not really. It’s a dangerous habit to have while living in a place like this. I work too hard for my money to throw it away.” I scratched my beard in discomfort before letting her in on another piece of me. “Plus, my son kind of struggles with it. Last thing I’d want to do is be a hypocrite.”
“That’s really wise of you.” Her voice faded as she added, “I can relate when it comes to not throwing away my hard-earned money. I’d be in even more trouble if I gambled it away.” Her voice wavered with that last part, sounding like she regretted saying anything at all.
My hand found her knee, encouraging her to look me in the eyes.
“Tell me more,” I said, hopefully.
