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“No, I haven’t slept with an escort! Where do you get these ideas?”
She shook her head and popped a forkful of the best eggs she’d ever tasted, along with homemade salsa, sinful sour cream, and amazingly fresh guacamole into her mouth. She chewed and sighed with delight.
“I don’t know. Just something you said before.” She winked at him. “I’ll tell you, if you eat something.”
He sighed and ran a hand over the world’s most sexual sounding stubble on his even sexier jaw. “If you have to know, my stomach is a mess. I don’t need to eat anything.”
She pointed to a piece of toast. “Try that. And some water. If that doesn’t do it, there’s probably a pharmacy down the street. That should fix you up.”
Brock rolled his eyes. She realized that they had one thing in common. They were both stubborn. If she had a dollar for every time someone complained about her stubborn streak, she’d be a damn millionaire already. No, a billionaire.
It would have been nice, having all that money. Instead she had a shitty little apartment back home in San Diego. Even if the place was crap, the city was nice. She had a horrible job she hated doing reception for a place that did people’s income taxes. Yeah, real fun shit. She had no social life to speak of, minus the times she went to Jasmine’s or Mandy’s or decided to go out shopping. When she could afford it. Which wasn’t often. The Vegas thing had been their treat. The three of them were also sharing a hotel room.
“Shit! I should call my friends. They’re going to be wondering where the hell I am. They’ve probably reported me missing by now.”
“Yeah- you should.”
“But what would I tell them?”
“Maybe you could just text them and say you’re okay and you’ll talk to them about it all later. It’s Vegas. I would say if you’re here and you’re single and you were wearing a dress like that,” he pointed to the puddle on the floor, “then maybe your friends know why you didn’t come back?”
“Shut up about the dress already,” she groaned. “There’s that judgement coming out again.”
“I’m not judging,” Brock protested. “I’m sure it looked really good on. I’m just- saying.”
“Right.” She rolled her eyes and slid off the bed, careful that her t-shirt dress didn’t ride up and reveal a whole lot of what he’d already seen. Damn it!
Her body flushed, and she felt damp. She realized she was sweating. All over. It was probably just the hangover that was doing it. Sweating out all the impurities.
June searched the floor for her clutch. She remembered having a clutch. The memory of getting dressed and going out was pre-black out and oddly still intact. She found it, but her phone wasn’t inside. It was completely MIA along with her room card and the sparse amount of cash she’d remembered putting in there the night before.
“Damn it,” she swore under her breath. “Most of my stuff is missing. My ID is still in here, thank god. And my credit card, but my cash is gone, my room card and my phone.”
Annoyingly enough, Brock shrugged. He produced a phone she wasn’t sure when he’d grabbed, out of the back pocket of his jeans. “You can use mine.”
She didn’t want to accept, but she did. She fired off a quick text to Jasmine and to Mandy, just in case one of their phones was missing or had died, because hell, it was Vegas, telling them that she was alive and that she’d be back at the hotel that afternoon. She passed the phone slowly back to Brock, but unwilling to have chance touching again, she dropped it down onto the bed at the last second.
His eyebrow quirked at her, but he picked it up without saying a thing. He also drown a glass of water like water was going extinct and took small bites of a piece of toast.
“So… what did you remember?” he asked her again. He was like a broken record, but she knew she had to come clean.
“I- I had this memory of us. We were sitting at a poker table in a poker room. I don’t know what hotel we were at. I was playing first. You sat down half an hour after I got there, or something like that. I was nervous. You made me nervous. I had a few drinks. They’re free after all, if you’re playing. I got a little bolder. I guess you’d say.” She knew she was scarlet at the moment. “Pretty soon I was more than bold. I was drunk, and I knew it. Everything was kind of moving in slow motion and I figured I should get out of there before I blew all the money I’d earned. And I was up. I know that much. I started with fifty bucks and I’m pretty sure I remember a way bigger stack than that. I- I don’t know what happened to it.”
