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“What was that?” I spin around and narrow my eyes at him.
“Jesus, not like that! I meant we’re perfect together, why would she leave? I give her everything she wants. Cars, designer clothes, purses, shoes—I gave her a top spot with H&H. She’s just one of those girls who’s never going to be happy. It’s never enough! I do everything for her, and she doesn’t appreciate any of it.”
This is all new information, but it’s not like Jordana can’t buy her own things. Her family is richer than the Davenports and Tellers combined. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, areyouhappy?”
He thinks on it and exhales through his nose.
“I will be.”
3
Fuck, I love Vegas. Pretty women everywhere. Unfortunately, they’ve combined the bachelor party with the bachelorette. It was made apparent early on there would be no strippers this weekend. Isn’t that the point of having your bachelor party in Vegas?
Bryan insisted on planning it this way, so I let him. Normally, I’d call bullshit—assuming Jordana wouldn’t let him have a stag bash, but he seems pretty obsessed with her. He’s been texting me about how great she is since the weekend up north a couple weeks ago. Personally, I understand none of it. Love makes people fucking stupid. It’s why we’re at an XS nightclub tonight and not a strip club. I’m not complaining, the women here are as gorgeous as the ones on the poles.
At least we’ve got separate hotel suites from the girls. Maybe I can take someone back tonight. If I’m in Sin City, I’m getting laid. I’ve been putting in so many hours at the arena, and three weeks is way too long to be celibate. Especially if I gotta look at Jordana, Veronica, and the rest of their group in these tight-as-fuck dresses for half the weekend.Sexy curves are everywhere. It’s hell being around this many attractive women and not fucking any of them.
“Shots!” Veronica yells, gathering the glasses from the bottle service cart next to our table. She pours the liquor, then grabs the decanter of fresh-squeezed pomegranate juice to top them off. I shoot the alcohol, and window-shop the women standing outside the VIP area in our vicinity.Time to make some friends.
I make eye contact with one of them, and she has a nice smile and an even better backside.Perfect.
I nudge Bryan and tip my head in her direction. “You mind?”
“Nope. Have fun.”
I leave our couch and step outside the roped-off area to introduce myself. Her name is Kandii, “with one K and two i’s.”She asks what I do for a living, but I brush it off.
“So, what’s it like being in the NHL?”
“It’s the dream. I get to play the greatest sport in the world and meet gorgeous women like you. Pretty nice.”
She grins. “I’m definitely a perk.”And perky.
Jordana bumps into me as she and the other girls head out to the dance floor. She’s wearing the same perfume as she was last time. Like a total asshat, I can’t help but follow the bride-to-be with my eyes as she dances. Christ, what is it about her? It’s gotta be some forbidden fruit thing that’s happening.Wait, what were we talking about again?My job. I refocus on the person in front of me.
“It’s more work than people realize. I don’t often get to travel for fun. I pretty much live at the arena or training center, there’s injuries and bruises, and traveling nonstop can be brutal?—”
“Oh my God, totally! I knowexactlywhat you mean. I went toIbithalast month and we were sojetlagged. It was crazy! I didn’t go to any of the clubs for like the whole first day.”
My eyes glaze over while she goes on and on about the parties in Ibiza. I know Ibitha is the proper Spanish pronunciation, but she’s name-dropped the island so many times, it’s sounding vain.
I gotta learn to say “Hockey is great” and move on. Besides, there’s nothing for me to complain about, playing for the Lakes is fucking awesome. Sure, in situations like this, it draws fake friendships and superficial connections, but when the women are this gorgeous, do you need anything else?
“Yup. It’s just like that,” I say with a smile. She can’t tell I’m being facetious, and that’s okay.
“Except for the bruises... or are you giving me those tonight too?”
Off to the races.
“Depends on if you’re a good girl or not.”
Our table is now empty. Bryan and the other guys must be out dancing with the group. Might be a good time to bring Kandii to our suite. It’s on the same property as the club, so I could probably be back in less than an hour.
We chat a little longer, and the more I try to stretch this conversation, the more she hints at sex. I usually get to know the woman I’m with for a little while before I take her back to my place. It’s been about fifteen minutes, but in Vegas, that’s the equivalent of an hour anywhere else, right?
“What hotel are you staying at?” she asks.
“Encore . . . want to see it?”
