Page 2 of One Night in Vegas


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“I’ll come with you,” Trisha said and took my hand.

We squeezed into a spot on the packed dance floor. It felt like everyone was dancing with everyone. It was a lot of bumping, grinding, and rubbing of bodies. Like I had been doing since I first spotted him, I tracked the man I was trying to work up the courage to flirt with. He was watching me. I ran my hands over my body while watching him. It was my attempt to seduce him from afar. I was going to make a move.

“I’m thirsty,” Trisha said.

We walked back to our table and were about to order another round when we were joined by my mystery man. “Hello,” he said in a voice as smooth as butter.

“Hi,” I said, smiling.

“I’m Jon,” he said. “Jon Handcock.”

I was pretty sure it was a bullshit name. I didn’t care. “Macy Stiles,” I said.

“Are you ready for another drink?” he asked.

“Absolutely.”

Trisha and the girls were talking to Jon’s friends. There were people all around us, but I only had eyes and ears for him. He reached for his drink, flashing what appeared to be a very nice, very expensive watch. It was the perfect excuse to touch him.

“Nice watch,” I said and lifted his wrist to inspect it.

“It’s mine,” he said.

“Well, yeah, I hoped you weren’t wearing a stolen watch.”

He grinned, flashing a perfect set of pearly whites. “I mean I own the watch company. It’s mine.”

I was sure I was supposed to be impressed, but I really didn’t care what he did for a living. “Cool.”

He was staring at me with what I hoped was hunger. “Dance with me,” he said. It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

“Lead the way.”

He touched the glittery pink button attached to my dress just above my breast. “Birthday girl?”

“I am.”

“How old?” he asked with our bodies rubbing together.

“Twenty-one.”

The dancing transformed at some point to more of a seductive mating dance. He dropped his hands to my hips and stared into my eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

Boy, did I.

“Answer one question,” I replied.

“I’ve got condoms.”

“Are you the bachelor?” I asked. “You’re at a bachelor party. Are you the bachelor?”

His eyes flashed with amusement. “Nope.”

“Let’s go,” I answered.

We both waved to our friends before practically running out of the club. “My hotel is across the street,” he said.

I should have probably put up more of a fight, but I had walked into the club with the intention of finding a man. We stepped into the elevator, and to my surprise, we ended up at the penthouse level. I didn’t get much of a chance to check out the opulent room. He had my face in his hands and his lips against mine before the door even closed behind us.

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