Page 24 of Tamed By You

Harley throws her hands over her face, curling into a ball and falling on her side on the daybed, and we all erupt into fits of giggles.

“Oh, girls, don’t. I’m not the one-night type of girl, but damn, he is so fine, how could I not? When in Vegas, right?”

“Exactly, do it for the plot babe. Life’s too short,” I say tapping her leg.

We all raise our glasses and say in unison, “Do it for the plot!”

“Speaking of doing things for the plot, what was that lap dance all about?” Kate asks, shuffling closer to me and bumping shoulders. “You guys must be banging, right?”

You have no idea.

“He wishes,” I scoff, trying to sound unbothered, but it’s all I thought about last night. I need to get laid, stat, because I am wound tighter than a guitar string right now, and not even my fingers and my dependable vibrator could scratch the itch last night. But I would rather fuck myself with a rusty fork than go there with Harry again.

Lies.

Ria lifts her sunglasses up. “Oh my god, is that the guys?” She points and I turn around to look. Sure enough, there are the guys, waving back at us. One in particular has a shit-eating grin that I’d like to slap again.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter under my breath.

They all stand and walk round the pool toward us. Damn, they look good, but Harry, he’s on another level. A memory of riding him runs through my head, the feel of his firm body beneath me, his large hands tightening on my hip bones. I close my eyes trying to erase the memories from my mind.

Not happening.

They reach our cabana, and everyone greets one another except Harry and me. We stand there like we are having a Wild West showdown.

“Really? Are you just going to keep showing up everywhere we are? Vegas is a big place. You couldn't have picked anywhere else?” I say, folding my arms across my chest, pushing my boobs together, creating what I know is a killer cleavage.

I watch as his eyes drift down.

“Hey, eyes up here, buddy.” I release my arms and snap my fingers.

He gives a smirk and I roll my eyes. “Sorry, Ali Cat, can't help it if the universe is trying to bring us together.”

“This has nothing to do with the universe. This is you trying to ruin my weekend.”

“Don't flatter yourself. I don't care enough about you to ruin your weekend.”

“You talk so much shit I don't know if I should offer you toilet paper or a breath mint,” I say, lowering my voice, thankful that everyone has fallen into various conversations and are not taking any notice of what's going on between the two of us. “Ifyou don't care, then why were you trying to get me in your bed last night?”

He closes the gap between us, our chests almost touching. Lowering his voice, he says, “Regretting that decision, are you?” He quirks an eyebrow. His comment leaves me breathless for a second.

“You really do have a huge ego, don’t you?”

“I think you do regret it, but I’m a forgiving man. Just say the word, Ali Cat and I’ll have you screaming my name again.”

Do I say fuck it and have some fun whilst we are here, do it for the plot as I just encouraged Harley to, and then leave it all in Vegas. I've been with a few guys since him and none have compared. I know he will be able to scratch this unbearable itch.

He lifts my necklace with his index finger. It’s a dainty gold chain with the letter A on it. “You've got the wrong letter hanging off that necklace.”

“E- Excuse me,” I say, stuttering my words at the feel of his touch on my hot skin.

“I’ll have a H hanging round that pretty neck of yours one day and you agreeing to another night together before the weekend is over.”

I open my mouth to speak when a stunning girl appears and taps Harry on the shoulder, handing him a folded piece of paper. “My number, as requested,” she says quietly, giving him a wink before she saunters off.

Harry's eyes bulge. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath.

“Unbelievable, you really are an ass,” I hiss, shaking my head.

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