Page 79 of Not A Whisper

The Mafia could host a meeting in here and still have room.

But what really captures my attention is adjacent to the living room. The floor-to-ceiling glass panels that stretch from either end of the hotel room, are the reason it’s so bright in here. Sunlight is pouring in, not allowing for a single shadow. As Iapproach them, the tile beneath my feet grows warm. But it’s not the warmth that steals my breath away. It’s the view below.

Holy shit.

Neon lights attempt to compete with the sunlight for attention from the mass of people walking up and down the street. Buildings of all shapes and sizes line the road, and cars fill the streets. There are flashing lights, people running around, and though I can’t hear anything, I have a feeling it’s loud down there…

On the Las Vegas strip.

“I’m surprised to see you up so early. Feeling ok?”

I jump in surprise before looking over my shoulder to see Grant sauntering toward me. Without a shirt and wearing boxers that hang low enough for me to catch a glimpse of the V-shape of his muscles, he looks good. Really freaking good. My mouth waters.

“I feel fine.” Which is surprising given how much I drank. Speaking of… “I know I was drunk last night, but not enough that I wouldn’t notice I’ve been kidnapped. How did you pull this off?”

Grant chuckles as he steps up behind me. In an uncharacteristically sweet moment, Grant wraps his arms around my waist and leans down to kiss my cheek. My face heats up as my heart flutters.

“You’re a surprisingly heavy sleeper when you drink, dollface. You woke up long enough to assure the pilot, and then the hotel staff here, that you were just drunk and not being taken against your will.”

“And TSA?”

Again, his body trembles with mirth. “I have perks that allow me to skip TSA.”

That’s terrifying. I tuck that piece of information away in case I need it in the future. My eyes follow the pedestriansdown below. We must be on one of the top floors of the hotel given how high up we are.

“Whose idea was it to come to Vegas? And who paid for this?”

Grant’s lips travel over my temples before answering. “All of ours, I guess. And don’t worry about who paid for what, we’re indulging ourselves this weekend.”

Don’t worry about who paid for… I mentally shake my head. I hope they aren’t using the money they inherited for this vacation. That could be put toward their ranch.

Nope, Grant said not to worry so I’m not going to.

“Please tell me that someone thought to pack me clothes since no one gave me a heads up to do so myself?”

Grant hums thoughtfully. “I think I like you in my shirt, but if you’re opposed to wearing it, I’m pretty sure Trip and Jason have extra shirts too.”

“Grant!”

He spins me around with a snicker and suddenly I find my back pressed against the glass. With a sneer he reaches up to brace his hands on either side of my face. Grant lowers his face until our noses almost touch.

“Maybe this is how I want to play.” His words are spoken softly and his eyes flash with a challenge. “Are you going to tell me no? You’re going to deny me this fun, dollface?”

I consider his proposal. He wants to play? Here in Vegas? We’re not anywhere that we could run into people we know. How far would they push me in a city as wild as this one is reputed to be? A dangerous rush of excitement causes me to catch my breath.

Grant notices. “Ah, not so scared, huh? Curious? That’s one of the things I like about you, Bri. Always up for a challenge.”

He captures my mouth with his and kisses me hard and possessively.

Like a struck match, heat billows beneath my skin. My toes curl and my nipples instantly harden. Oh hell… It’s been too long since I’ve kissed him like this. My lips part, willing him to deepen the kiss. Grant doesn’t hesitate. His tongue immediately invades my mouth. Just as I start to reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, someone’s phone rings. Grant stiffens and pulls away. His head turns toward the bed, but he doesn’t make a move to answer the phone.

The distraction is all it takes for reality to set back in and cool the heat he’s started in my veins. What am I doing right now? I’m better than this! I duck under Grant’s arm.

“Where do you think you're going?” He grabs the back of my neck in a biting grip and pulls me back.

My gasp is cut off as I fall back against his chest. “To brush my teeth. I can still taste the alcohol on my tongue.”

“I don’t mind. In fact?—”

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