Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I shake my head. I am dreaming. I have to be dreaming because there is no goddamn way this is happening.
“From the glass it is,” she declares before I can request delivery by her sweet, plump lips.
Her index finger touches my chin, tilting it up a bit. “Open your mouth, Lawton.”
I do just that, and before I can register what’s happening, liquid coats my tongue as some slides over my chin.
“Oopsie, I missed a little.” Gina laughs.
Without thought, I reach up to brush it away with my fingers, but Gina has another plan. Her lips seek out the remnants of the shot just as I swallow.
I almost choke because her lips are on me. It may only be my chin, but my cock doesn’t care. It’s as hard as nails.
She pulls back quickly, laughing as she does. “Marti says never waste food, and alcohol is kind of like food, right?”
Silently, I nod.
She breaks eye contact to glance around the club. “Why did you come here?”
“Work,” I half-lie. “I know the owner. I came to see him.”
“Kade Benton?” she questions. “You know him?”
“He’s a client,” I tell her because I know Kade wouldn’t care if I announced that over a loudspeaker.
He’s always sending wealthy acquaintances my way to pitch to them. I’ve taken on three new clients in the past year because of him.
“He’s over there.” She points toward where Kade is standing next to the bar, wearing a dark suit and a light blue shirt. “You should at least say hi to him to make your lie seem more believable.”
I chuckle. “It’s not a lie, Gina.”
“It’s a lie,” she argues. “You came to find me. You’ve been stalking me since you got to Vegas.”
“No.” I shake my head as I spout another half-truth. “We just happen to keep running into each other.”
“Right.” Her arms cross her chest. “You’ve been trying to annoy me for two days, and you did a great job.”
“I annoy you?” I ask, even though I’m well aware of how pissed she seems whenever she sees me.
With a heavy sigh, she shakes her head. “Not always. Sometimes, like tonight, I like seeing you.”
Now, we’re getting somewhere.
“We need more shots!” she calls out to the server, who acknowledges Gina’s request with a nod and a smile.
Kade picks that moment to wander over.
“He’s coming this way,” Gina whispers. “Don’t act drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk.”
“Says the guy who is that drunk.”
I laugh. “You’re not making any sense, Calvetti.”
“Daniel.” Kade reaches out a hand in greeting. “I’ve been keeping an eye out for you. I’m glad to see you made it.”
“I said I would,” I say as I shake his hand. “The club is packed. That’s great for your bottom line.”
The truth is Kade Benton is pulling in millions a year from several different enterprises. This club and another in Manhattan are just a small part of his revenue stream.
“What can I say?” He chuckles. “We’ve been rated the number one club in Vegas for three years running.”
“Congratulations!” Gina pipes up.
“Kade, this is Gina…”
“Calvetti,” Kade cuts me off. “I’d know that face anywhere. Welcome to Veil West, Gina. We’re happy you’ve graced us with your presence tonight.”
“I love your club.” She beams from ear to ear. “The music is fantastic. The staff is awesome, and your shots are superb.”
“I’ll get you another round.” He motions toward another server. “All of your drinks are on the house tonight.”
“Thank you.” Gina smiles. “Daniel and I are celebrating.”
Kade looks at me, but I shrug, so he turns his attention back to Gina. “What’s the occasion?”
Her gaze locks on mine. “Tonight is the night Daniel gets his first tattoo.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gina
I scratch my eyebrow as I watch Daniel have an animated discussion with the tattoo artist that Kade recommended. I was half-joking back at the club when I said that we were celebrating Daniel getting a tattoo, but he didn’t flinch.
He was on board immediately, and when Kade suggested this tattoo shop on the strip, I grabbed my purse and was set to go.
Daniel wanted another celebratory shot, so he enjoyed that before we said goodbye to Kade. He arranged for us to be taken to the tattoo shop by one of the drivers employed by the club to transport the VIP clients wherever they desire in Sin City in the comfort of a luxury car.
The discussion ends with the tattoo artist patting Daniel’s shoulder.
I glide to my feet, wishing that I had made a pit stop in my hotel suite to change out my shoes. The red sparkly ones I’m wearing may look like they came straight out of a movie about a wizard who lives in a place called Oz, but they are too tight.
The shoes and the dress are both from a Seattle based clothing boutique I’ve never worked with before. They reached out via direct message on social media when I posted that I was coming to Las Vegas.