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Vegas was loud and bright and incredibly over the top, but I loved seeing it all with Tomás by my side. We laughed at the street performers, did some window shopping in a mall with all the high-end brands—one shop even sported a printed ad featuring Tomás—and enjoyed each other’s company.
Tomás had dyed his hair, like he’d told me once, and the effect of the dull brown was uncanny. No one recognized him, not even without a cap or sunglasses, and it baffled me that something so simple made such a difference. Then again, even I had done a double take when I’d first seen him. Combined with the blue contact lenses he was wearing, plus the distinctively unstylish track pants and the faded Seahawks shirt, he didn’t look like a supermodel at all. Not even close.
“We can catch the fountains, and then we need to grab a taxi to our show,” Tomás said after checking his watch. He’d booked us a show, but he didn’t want to tell me what it was, other than that I would love it.
“Are the fountains really worth it?”
“You can’t miss them when you’re in Vegas. It’s fun.”
I’d have to take his word for it, but how could I refuse when he looked at me like that? Though the impact was a little weaker than usual because of his weird blue eyes. “Your eyes are freaky like that. It’s like looking at a different person with your face.”
He grinned. “Which is the whole point.”
“I know, but it’s freaky. You have to take them out before we have sex. I can’t fuck you like this. It would feel like I’m cheating on you with you.”
He snorted loudly. “That makes no sense at all, but I’ll do whatever makes you happy, meu amor.”
Yes, he would. He’d proven as much in the two months we’d been dating.
We walked back to the Bellagio, where we found a perfect spot, according to Tomás, who stood behind me with his arms wrapped around me. Back home, we were having a rainy fall, but here the weather was a balmy seventy-nine degrees, and I loved it.
“How are you liking Vegas so far?” Tomás asked.
“It’s different from what I had expected. Less romantic.”
“Jesus, yes. There’s little romantic about this city, not on the surface anyway. It’s gaudy and glittery, like faux diamonds, but if you know where to go, you can find enough special things to make it worth it. The dining, for example, is excellent.”
“Is it?”
“I already made reservations for us for Sunday evening at Gordon Ramsey’s Steakhouse. You’ve never had steak like that. It’s otherworldly.”
My mouth watered. Red meat wasn’t too healthy, but I’d never been able to resist a good steak, which was probably why Tomás had booked that restaurant. He always did what he could to make me happy, and a wave of love rolled over me. “I love you,” I whispered, looking back at him. “I love you so much. You always go out of your way to do things for me.”
“I love you too, meu amor. I like treating you like a prince. Or a king. You deserve it.”
I leaned back against his shoulder. I didn’t care about the fountains all that much anymore. Just standing here with the man I loved was special all in itself.
But then the show started, and I was in awe. The fountains moved on the beat of the music like they danced, and it was mesmerizing. They shot up, higher and higher, until they exploded in a burst of light and energy.
“Ohhhh!” I called out along with everyone else and again when they rose even higher.
“That was amazing!” I gushed when everything had died down, and relative darkness surrounded us once more. “So much better than I had expected.”
“It’s popular for a reason. They truly know how to make it spectacular.”
We hailed a taxi, and Tomás gave the driver the address, which was way off the Strip. We got out at a nondescript building, and I still had no clue what we were doing here. Tomás showed his tickets to the lady at the entrance.
“You have time to walk through our sex exhibit before the show starts,” she said. “Enjoy.”
“Sex exhibit?” I whispered as we walked in. “What the hell did you book for us?”
With a wide grin. Tomás pointed at a poster, which depicted two naked men who were…holding their dicks. Puppetry of the Penis, it said. My mouth dropped wide open. Puppetry of the… “What is this?”
“It’s like balloon art, but with their dicks. It’s hilarious,” Tomás said, laughing.
“With their dicks? You mean they’ll be naked on stage?”
“Yup, and I swear that after five minutes, you won’t even be amazed by that. You’ll be too busy laughing your ass off about the weird stuff they do with their dicks.”
