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“Party girl Violet’s coming out?” Grace jokes.
“Maybe.” I wink. I was a little bit of a party girl my first few years of college. I have toned down for the most part now, but every now and then I like to let loose.
We’re about to do shots when Kate’s phone starts ringing. “Dude! That’s your phone!” I tell her and she giggles, answering it with a slurred hello.
“It’s for you!” She giggles and pushes the phone toward me. I take it, confused, but then I hear Dakota’s voice on the other end. It’s too loud to understand her completely, especially with Kate and Grace making kissy noises in my face.
“Come meet us! We’re in Tao nightclub!” I say, realizing she wants to meet up with us. My stomach does a flip as she says she’s on her way. This girl is suddenly giving me all kind of new feelings.
* * *
When we finally find Austin with Kate, the sun is coming up. Harry calls it a night with Grace, who’s already asleep in her room, and I can tell Grant wants to hang out but I give the I’m tired excuse. I don’t know if he buys it but he doesn’t press me on it. The truth is, I want more time with Dakota. She’s been so flirty all night but I am torn. Maybe this is just how she is, I am out of my depth when it comes to flirting with women. How am I supposed to know when they are flirting with me or they are just being nice? I am trying to flirt but I am worried it isn’t coming across right. Then again, she hasn’t taken her eyes off me all night so I assume that is a good sign.
“You coming to bed?” she asks as we walk down the hallway. “Shit, that sounded so much dirtier than I intended.”
“I’m not really tired.” It isn’t a lie. I am still a little tipsy and drunk off the adrenaline of her.
“Want to come with me? I was thinking of getting some photos of the sunrise.”
“I’d love to.” I nod. Then I look down at my dress. “Can I change first?”
“Of course.” She chuckles. “I will too, these heels are killing me.”
“They’re super cute though,” I admire. They've shown off her incredibly toned calves all night. I glance at them again as she unlocks the hotel room.
“Thank you, they were a gift at a photoshoot last year,” she says, bragging a bit.
“You do a lot of fashion shoots?” I ask curiously as I paw through my suitcase.
“Yeah, it’s what pays the bills,” she says, shrugging. I glance back at her and she’s slipping out of the top I tied her into. I blush as her back is completely bare as she puts on another t-shirt.
I grab a pair of leggings and a crop top, I was going to head to the bathroom but now I didn’t want to. If Dakota can be bold, so can I. I don’t check to see if she’s looking at me, but I slip my dress off, letting it fall to the floor. I’m wearing a bra and panties that have more coverage than some of my swimsuits but I still feel naked. I change a little quicker than normal and toss on my sneakers, my feet thanking me.
“Ready?” Dakota asks. She’s wearing a similar outfit with her camera strapped over her shoulder.
“All set.” I nod.
I let Dakota take the lead since she seems to have a spot in mind. We walk down to the elevators, head to the bottom floor and we head outside. It is severely empty compared to how it was just a few hours ago. We walk to the right, clearly she’s looking for something in particular but I don’t ask. Part of me wants to be surprised. She leads me up to a walkway across the strip and stops.
“I thought it might be a nice spot to catch the sunrise,” she explains, pointing to the view ahead of us. With the hotels and the street, it would definitely make for an artsy photo.
“Okay.” I nod.
“Now we wait.” She checks her phone. “Sunrise is in fifteen minutes, that okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile.
She takes a seat against the railing and turns on her camera. I don’t know much about what she’s doing but it looks like she’s setting up for the perfect shot. The sky is dark with a hint of light peeking out from behind the buildings. There are people heading back to their hotels for the night, women with no shoes or carrying them, and men holding drinks claiming they can keep going. I take a seat next to Dakota and she smiles.
“You ever model?” she asks and I scoff.
“You’re joking, right?”
“No, I’m serious,” she insists.
“No, I don’t model.” I laugh. “Is that a line?”
“Do you want it to be?” She winks and I look away blushing. She points her camera at me and I hold up a hand.
