Page 80 of One Night in Vegas


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He was already crossing the wooden beam stretched across the mud pit. I took the first step, my bare feet gripping the beam that was slick with mud from the previous teammates. My arms were stretched out as I inched across the beam. Jon was moving fast. He was walking across the beam like he had done it a hundred times before. He was going to win. I wasn’t going to quit. I moved a little faster.

Jon was so close to winning. He turned to look at me and laughed. I refused to be distracted. Out of nowhere, he slipped. His arms flailed through the air as he tried to regain his balance. I kept moving. This was my chance to win.

I heard the splatter but didn’t dare look. I had to keep moving. I crossed the finish line to my teammates’ cheers. I spun around to see Jon pulling himself out of the mud. It was clinging to one side of his face and covered his bare chest. My eyes widened. He grinned, flashing the pearly whites that looked even whiter with the black mud covering his face.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“My pride is severely wounded, but my body is fine. Congratulations.”

“We won?” I gasped. My team was rushing toward me. “We won!”

We all started jumping up and down. Some of the team that had fallen into the mud hugged me, smearing mud on my face and clothes. I didn’t care. We won. We had actually won.

Jon approached and extended a hand. “Congratulations,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“Everyone, I’d like to invite you to my place for dinner tonight. We’ll celebrate the blue team’s big win. Get a ride. I’ll make sure everyone gets home safely. Let’s say two hours.”

Everyone seemed thrilled with the idea and knew where he lived. I didn’t.

“I’ll text you the address,” he said before I could ask someone for it.

“Thanks.”

“Come,” he said.

It was like he was reading my mind. “I will.”

“Great, I’ll see you there.”

I rushed home to shower and get ready for the dinner. He sent me a text on my way and let me know it was casual. I was curious to see where he lived. It was strange to think we’d had sex several times and knew each other pretty well, but I didn’t really know anything about him.

I took a cab to the address and was in total awe. I couldn’t believe I was going to be allowed in the place. I made my way up to the massive front door. It was opened before I could ring the bell. An actual butler smiled as he gestured for me to go inside.

The first thing I saw was a massive staircase dead ahead. A chandelier hanging down sparkled and cast pretty prisms along the walls that stretched high up to the ceiling. I was trying to take it all in but it was a lot.

One of the members of my team came in behind me. “Come with me,” she said, smiling. “They’re all outside.”

I followed her through the house. She seemed to know where she was going. We passed rooms on either side. I saw a living room, another living room, and a glimpse of the kitchen. We stepped outside and the sea air washed over me. The Golden Gate Bridge was lit up in the distance. The views were absolutely incredible.

A woman appeared with a tray of filled champagne glasses. We each took one. A cool breeze blew over the massive deck that was just a little intimidating. It looked directly over the cliffside. People were coming up cement stairs off to the left carrying towels and wearing swimsuits. I assumed there was a pool on the lower deck. The house stood at least four stories high, possibly five. It wasn’t all that wide, but it was tall and massive.

Jon approached. “You made it.”

I nodded and gestured to the amazing view. “I did. I’m glad I did. This view is worth it.”

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he said, smiling. “The pool is on the lower deck. It’s a good place to unwind after a long day.”

“I bet.” I sipped the champagne and tried to imagine what it would be like to come home to a place like this every day.

“Congratulations,” he said. “You kicked ass.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling. “Get all the mud out of your hair?”

He laughed and shook his head. “It took a couple times.”

“What happened?”

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