“This is crazy; you know that, right?”Sophia nodded as we stood in line to check into the Wynn. The place was wild; from the number of guests that were checking in to the tiled multi-colored flooring, it was a place to have fun. I just didn’t see why we had to come here and couldn’t just wait until the weekend was over. Why did she insist on us coming to act as her baby brother’s sitter? I was a doctor, not a babysitter!She asked me one question; “You ever been to Vegas?” When I told her that I hadn’t, she’d insisted that we came to rescue her brother. I had never been to Vegas, and I hated to admit how naive I felt coming here. I never expected it to be like this, but then I suppose that’s why everyone gets wild in Vegas. It wasn’t because it was a quiet destination; it was the complete opposite. The lighting in the reception was unreal. I felt like a kid visiting the candy store for the first time. They had lights on the walls which looked as if they were spitting fire. Everythi
I took a deep breath, wondering what I’d got myself into. I should tell Sebastian that this wasn’t going to happen, I hated losing, and most of all I hated casinos. I had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going to happen next; I had been naive thinking that I had the upper hand. As they called for the last bidder I wondered if Sebastian knew that he was about to win. “You’re not tricking me are you?”Sebastian smirked, wordlessly answering my question, which should in itself have made me want to leave the table. But my feet felt as if they were stuck in quicksand as curiosity got the better of me. Sophia’s brother had filled out and was so fucking hot. Like too hot. He was once a spotty little kid that used to hang on to my every word. That was back when we’d first met, when Sophia was my roommate back in college. Since then he’d filled out, and judging by the tight biceps that were holding onto me, in more places than one.I could smell his strong musk, and as I turned to him
“Hey, so what’s up with you and the doc?” Kent said as he tried to snap the chips out of my hand. I avoided his grip. “You want your money back; then you’re going to have to win it. Like winners do, not losers.” He passed me a glass of champagne that the waitress had just given him, along with her number. Yep, the big bad giant boys were in town. “Give that to Paul!” I titled my head disapprovingly. I had admired Mia and Kent for being in a relationship, and now Kent was going to act like some dog and cheat on her. Not cool; not cool at all. Sure, I knew that plenty of players did it, but that was their business; none of them were my close friends. Besides, Paul was single and it didn’t matter if he hooked up with nearly every waitress in Vegas; there wasn’t anyone back home waiting for him.“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!” Kent said as he slipped a couple of my chips into his pocket. Now I was acting like my mom as I took my chips out of his greedy hands. I was trying to
I decided that I was thinking too much about it. I just saw a couple of chairs that were free at the “Quick Hit” slot machines and took my card out of my purse and just went for it. Before Sebastian sat down, he said, “Are you sure about this one?”I raised my hands and said, “This is supposed to be fun!” I wasn’t going about it the right way though; I was looking at ways to win on the machines, reading the winning patterns. At the same time, I was using my phone to figure out the Vegas laws for the rules of the payouts.I shook my head. Sebastian was right. The whole point of it was to have some fun. I was turning it into a tedious exercise, which wasn’t the point of us coming to the slots in the first place. I thought for a split second that maybe I’d come over here to get Sebastian alone, away from his friends. Especially seeing as he was so mad with Kent. Sophia had given me a quick rundown of their names before we came down to the table, seeing as I’m crap with names. Kent had
“All this jumping up and down, winning tonight. Shit, I’m starving. What about you?” Emma nodded and that was when I noticed that she wasn’t playing anymore. I had gotten kind of wrapped up and lost in the whole winning thing. Maybe I hadn’t paid her enough attention and she was getting bored of the whole thing. “Well, you did say that you wanted to play the slots…” I teased her as I tried to tickle her, but she was holding on to her glass as if her life depended on it. I had never seen someone sip so slowly on gin and tonic. It was obvious that she didn’t drink much as she frowned every time she drank it. Which was the complete opposite of Sophia, who seemed to never stop drinking. Then again, she did entertain a lot as part of her role. Journalism was just another word for celebrity spying in New York. Sophia had accused me of being cynical and invited me to a celebrity party, which had only proved that my theory was true. “Do you want to eat?”She laughed as she finally decided
After dinner, we went back on the casino floor. I tried to catch Sebastian’s attention, but just as soon as I’d managed to make him ignore the slot machines, his friends managed to steer him away from me. I shouldn’t have felt jealous, but they were passing champagne around on the casino floor as if it was water. I’d had two for every one that Sophia got hold of before we saw the guys. He was my best friend’s younger brother, so why was it that by filling out and growing taller he had got me all hot and bothered? And I didn’t mean that my heart beat faster or that I felt like some teenage girl with a huge crush on a quarterback. This was completely different. Those blue eyes that used to look at me as if I was some supermodel that rocked into his sister’s room were the same eyes that still stared at me. But back then it was cute. Now it just made me horny. I’d thought that I was dead down there. I couldn’t remember the last time I had any action. And as we reached his table and he
What a chump!What had just happened?I’d had her in my arms. Kissing her like there was no tomorrow. My cock wanted to come inside her so badly, but then it had hit me. This was Emma Edwards. Dr. Emma Edwards. Not some girl that I had just picked up at the bar, in the casino, or at the party, but a girl that I thought I would one day make into my wife. She didn’t even know that. She thought that I had some crush on her, that I thought about just her body. But there was more going on inside my mind and my heart than just that. I knew from the moment I kissed her, from the urgency that was rushing through my body, that after tonight, after it was all said and done, I would want more. So much more. She thought of me as the snotty kid that wanted to get into football when everyone had said I wasn’t tall enough or wasn’t strong enough to make it. But that’s determination for you. I couldn’t adjust my height, but I could adjust my body. I knew what I wanted to be and I wrote to the coll
All I could think about was having his cock inside of me. That was wrong; I hadn’t come here to be fucked, but then again I couldn’t remember the last time I had been near a bed with a man. I had become Plain Jane from the time I started at medical school. It was just study, study and more study and then it became work, work and more work. I had a chance to let loose, it was clear that I was so damn intense and need to relax, yet something held me back. I had this overwhelming feeling that burned in my body, mind and soul twenty-four seven, telling me to do the right thing all the time. But suddenly I wanted to be like one of those football players. They trained hard and played hard. I was in my thirties and had a life of a ninety-year-old. Even then I think in the retirement homes they had more fun than I did. And yet now I was with the boy. Sebastian.The sweet one that used to come and see his sister in college and I used to think, if only he was five years older. Now, he was