Page 16 of Tamed By You

“You deserve it, babe. It’s so good to see you so happy.”

Six hours later, after drinks by the pool in a private cabana, a short nap, room service, and the suite being invaded by the glam squad I hired, we are all looking fierce and ready to hit the Las Vegas strip.

Each of us is in variations of gold dresses, and Ria is in a little white strapless number. I got everyone hot pink sashes with different words on them and mine says ‘bad influence’ on one side and ‘chief bridesmaid’ on the other.

We head to the hotel's club Omnia after dinner and cocktails on the strip and the atmosphere is electric. We thankfully have a VIP booth which is so big it could be considered a room. Ithas large brown leather couches, two small tables and luckily has enough space for us to dance in because it is packed in here.

“Oh, my god, this place is amazing,” Harley squeals.

“I can’t believe we are here,” Kate says, throwing back her Cosmo.

My kinda girl.

The music vibrates through the club, and we are all dancing in our private booth in the VIP area, swaying to the music. My dress is riding up under my ass, but I don't care, I'm too lost in the music. I lock eyes with a hot guy in a dark suit in the booth next to us. He's not stopped staring at me all night and I think I might want to find out his name.

The drinks have been flowing and our personal host brings over a huge bucket of champagne with sparklers and we all scream and holler in excitement.

God, it feels good to let my hair down. Work has been crazy, and although I don't want to admit it, getting over my one night with Harry was harder than I thought. I’ve really been off my A-game ever since. Not many men have caught my eye since our encounter, and it makes me hate the man even more. I refuse to let him ruin the one good thing I had in my life: casual sex.

I decide after this song I'm going to go chat with the hot guy.

“I love you girls, soooo much,” Ria shouts over the music, her speech slightly slurred.

“We love you too,” Gabby and I screech in unison as we all hug. Kate and Harley rush over to join in on the hug and we all jump and down when the music changes and our favorite song byNeyoplays. We part and dance to the beat and a light tap on my shoulder has me turning my head to see our host, holding a tray with a white drink in a large glass. I step away from the girls so I can speak to them. “Is everything okay?” I ask.

“This is for you, miss.”

I furrow my brows. “I didn't order a drink,” I reply, shaking my head. The host raises his voice to be heard over the thumping music. “The drink, which I have been instructed to tell you is called ascreaming orgasm,is from the gentleman over there.”

Excitement flutters through my stomach, hoping it’s from the hot suit guy but, I look over, but I don't see him anymore.

“No miss, that gentleman over there.” I follow the direction of his pointed finger to the booth he's pointing at, where I see a group of familiar-looking men.

I see him instantly. Big, midnight blue eyes, a little more of a beard along his perfectly defined jaw, and in a dark shirt, grinning like the cat that got the cream. He raises his drink which looks the same as the one he sent to me, giving me a wink that would have most women dropping their panties.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I grumble.

Harry fucking Walker.

Chapter Nine

Harry

It's been ten months since I've seen her and she's just as hot as ever in her figure-hugging gold dress.

Screams come from the girl’s table, as Jack makes his way over to a visibly drunk Ria who falls into his arms, and they start making out.

“Did you know they would be here?” Brad asks, eyeing me curiously.

“No, I didn't, but may as well make the best of it hey.” Lies. I knew they’d be here. Jack said the girls were heading toOmniaafter dinner, so I made a few calls and secured us a VIP booth. I gesture for the guys to follow me over to where Jack stands at the side of the booth. The girls all greet us except Ali, who is sitting sipping on her champagne and only acknowledges Jack and Brad.

I lean over her, nipping her ear with my teeth. “Hey, Ali Cat… miss me?”

She bats me away, standing and whipping her blonde hair in my face.

“What are you doing here?” she shouts and I’m not sure if it’s because of the loud music or that she’s angry.

“Celebrating. What are you doing here?” I ask her before sipping my cocktail, sensing I’ve got under her skin already judging by the deep scowl she’s giving me. Ali is without a doubt one of the most stunning women I’ve ever known or been with. But fiery, pissed off Ali, holy shit, is something else.

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