“This for tonight?” I asked.
Mallory nodded.
“Thank you,” I roped my arms around her into a big hug. “Now I want to see what you’re wearing.
The sun was doing the desert proud, baking hot and tanning everyone to perfection. The music around the pool was almost deafeningly loud, and competing for volume against the shrieks from girls in the pool. Ainsley had become a card carrying member of the very-tiny-bikini club, wearing a thong which was guaranteed to attract the type of attention she needed to take her mind off my brother.
Mallory and I were lying on the cabana cushions, peering out while sipping our very large Mai Tais, when LJ swam over. Resting her elbows on the pool edge she pulled the rim of her sunglasses down to look up at us, like a cop ready to deliver a key piece of evidence.
“Okay, I’ve done my recon. OHMYGOD the guys here areinsaneand total fuck boys,but if you can pick through them there’s some seriously hot ones. There’s one group over there from New York…” she pointed behind her, Mallory and I following her hooked thumb to a large gathering at a cabana on the opposite side of the pool, and even from this distance I could make out the definition of their muscles. “I overheard them talking about going back to the poker tables later, so we should def go there, and we can spend our Jupiter chips.”
Mallory sat up, and clapped her hands. “This is going to be an awesome weekend. We’re going to have so much fun.” She took two shots off the tray offered out by a passing poolside waiter, handing one to me. “Come on, Em. Bottoms up.”
Even if I was being peer pressured into having fun and forgetting my broken heart, they were right. I did need to havefun, to have something, maybe not one of LJ’s fuck boys but I needed to experience more than Richard. I took the shot from her and knocked it back, wincing at the strength.
Fuck it.
Chapter 2
Ilooked at my reflection in the mirror.
Hair:On point. Perfectly, imperfect.
Shirt:Crisp and white. Custom made and fitted to emphasize my muscles, but not to the point where it looked like I was trying too hard. The buttons had been positioned for the optimal proportions of buttoned to unbuttoned; just enough for a peek of the soft dark curls women loved to run their fingers through, but not too much for me to be mistaken for a Sicilian mob boss. The sleeves were folded back to mid forearm.
Jeans:Dark wash, snug on my massive thighs. Low slung on my narrow hips.
Belt:Thick, long. Just like my cock.
Boots:Scuffed and unassuming.
Watch:My favorite Audemar Piguet. Subtle, classic.
I brushed my palms down my shirt. Yes, I would do, looking worth every cent of the millions my sponsors paid, and more. And if I’d learned anything from the years of modelling and fashion campaigns I’d done, it was how to dress properly for every occasion.
The current one was Vegas, the City of Sin. And Idefinitelyplanned on committing sin.
Wink.
Eleven of us had arrived here a few days ago for the bachelor party of our team captain, Jasper Jacobs, and tomorrow we’d be flying to England for the wedding. So tonight was the final blow out.
And it couldn’t start soon enough.
I walked out of my bedroom into the main room of our suite, clapping my hands together.
“Right boys. Can we get the fuck on, please?”
Three sets of eyes turned to look at me, eyes belonging to my best friends and teammates Cooper Marks and Felix Cleverly, along with Murray Williams, the brother of the bride-to-be, and one of the funniest fuckers I’d ever met.
Felix handed me a shot, which could be anything from vodka to limoncello, although knowing him it would be tequila. I knocked it back without flinching.
Yep, tequila.
“Thanks dude, but can we go? The rest of the guys are already downstairs, not to mention there are ladies waiting for me.”
Technically there weren’t, but I had no doubt I’d find one or three. And I had every intention of looking, I was not going to spend my last night in Vegas alone. Although there’d no doubt be a bridesmaid or two next week.
“Yeah, we’re just waiting for Jas.” He turned to Cooper, who was leaning against the back of the couch looking growlier than usual. If anyone needed to get laid this weekend it was him, but as he was babysitting Jasper it was unlikely that would happen. Maybe I should give him first pick of the bridesmaids. “What’s the deal? Where is he?”
