Page 20 of Vegas Heat

“So modest,” I say, rolling my eyes.

He chuckles. “In all seriousness, I’m meeting some friends for dinner tonight, but otherwise I’m free. Unless I decide to meet up with the buddy who offered me a job.”

“What are you going to tell him?” I ask softly.

He thinks about it for a beat before he answers. “I’m not sure yet. But if I’m deciding based on what brings me joy, then I think I want to spend more time in Vegas.” He raises his brows as his eyes focus in on mine, and I melt into a pile of lust right there in the booth.

I hope he decides to take the job—whatever it is.

I hope I get to see him again.

I hope we get the chance to explore whatever this is outside of this fantasy weekend.

But one thing’s for sure.

I didn’t stay together with Jace because neither of us wanted to bother putting in the work that would be required of a long-distance relationship.

I haven’t even known Cooper twelve hours yet, but I can already tell he’s someone worth putting in the work for.

I can’t help my curiosity over who he’s meeting for dinner or what the job offer here in Vegas is, but he’s been pretty open with me, all things considered. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.

Just like I’ll tell him more about my parents when I’m ready, too.

“What do you want to do all day?” I ask.

“Sex,” he says.

I laugh. “Allday?”

“Well, yeah. Have you seen yourself? I could get lost in that body for the rest of the month. One day won’t be nearly enough time.”

My cheeks flush, and he chuckles at my reaction.

“You shine brighter when you’re embarrassed,” he says. “So I’m going to do it as often as I can.”

I purse my lips. “Great.”

He laughs, but he reaches over and squeezes my hand. “Since you live here, I want you to show me a side of Vegas I’ve never seen in all the times I’ve been here.”

I raise both brows. “Way to put pressure on a girl.”

He shrugs. “You want to plan a day date or something after my dinner tonight?”

An idea comes to mind, so I opt for tonight.

He nods. “It’s a date.”

“So what about the rest of the day?” I ask.

“Want to be tourists in between all the sex?” he suggests.

I nod. “Absolutely. I want one of those yard drinks with a strawberry daiquiri, and I want to play slot machines, and I want to watch the fountains at Bellagio.”

“I want to ride the giant Ferris Wheel and I want to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Can we fit all that into one day?”

I shake my head. “Nope, but we’ve got today plus part of tomorrow, and then…” I trail off as I realize I don’t know the answer to that.

His face falls a little, too, and his voice is low when he says. “And then I have a good reason to come back.”

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