Page 7 of Keep Vegas

We could probably find one, but all our friends are hooking up and coitus interruptus is a hard boundary I won’t cross.

We both crack up. She slaps her hands together and backs up like she’s chalking up for an Olympic vault. She runs and then leaps onto the bed as I move out of the way and catch her before her head slams into the wall.

“What the hell was that?” I ask.

She licks her lips and says, “That was the opening ceremony of the Oral Olympics!”

I toss her down on her back and pull her legs open. I grin and say, “Oh, I’m going to get a gold medal in this.”

“You think so?”

“I might medal in all three events.”

She laughs and tries to sit up on her elbows. “And those would be?”

“Speed, distance, and pairs competition.”

She smiles and raises one eyebrow. “Pairs?”

“The 69.”

I kiss her inner thigh as she says, “Let the games begin.”

mak

Ionly bought this one dress, and it’s this sparkly silvery thing. I thought it would be cool for clubbing, and my new boss at Emmaus Shop gave me half off. Total score. I’m working part time at the thrift shop while they go to class. Now I can afford to go out and keep paying people to sign the attendance sheet for me and do a couple of papers. I also have enough money left over for tomorrow’s jambon crepe, coffee, and to buy a round or two tonight.

The dress is short and moves in the light. I will be like a human disco ball when I’m on the floor. It’s simple and hangs just under my nonexistent ass. Maggie helps with my hair. There really is nothing to be done with it, but she puts it up in the back, and then we pull two straight black pieces down the sides of my face to frame it.

I swipe on my Enchanted lipstick and step into some high-ass heels. I love heels and shoes. I don’t own a whole lot of them, but I’m hoping some cool shoes will come into the shop. There are a lot of busted, stretched-out ones right now. I’m actually excited to work tomorrow.

He knocks on the door, and Mags fixes my hair and swipes the top of my lip, then whispers, “Perfect.” She’s in sweats, and I’m sure Colton is coming over so they can make out for hours before meeting us at whatever club Tony’s picked out for tonight.

I open the door, and he’s in a fucking navy blue suit. His blond hair is styled with a bit too much shit, but he’s like a magazine cover. His eyes glaze over and get a bit darker as he looks at me.

I smile at him and do a little shimmy. I feel a bit underdressed when he’s so formal.

“Always under your spell. That’s what’s happening. Fucking stunning. Hey, Mags.”

“Hi, Tony.”

His eyes never leave mine as they greet each other. He puts out his hand and leads me down the hallway to the elevator. When the doors close, he leans in for a kiss. This one isn’t like our usual hello kisses that are like feral squirrels stuck in a bag.

His lips are lush against mine, and his hands slide down my back. The doors open, and he pulls back. I step in front of him, and I swear he growls.

“Is everyone else meeting us there?” I look around, and his crew is missing.

He takes my hand. “Just us tonight. Are you ready to be wined and dined?”

I shake my head. “Where are we going?”

“Dinner.”

“What?” I grasp at his biceps. “I thought we were going clubbing. I’m in a clubbing dress. Do you see how short it is?”

His hand drifts down my ass and flirts with the hem as we walk. “It’s my favorite thing about it.”

“Stop.”