Page 64 of Stick Work

“They can’t wait to see you.” I check the clock again. “I guess I should get off you, so we can actually get dressed and head out. Wait, why don’t you like this big bed?”

She pouts, crossing her arms. “Because you’ll be too far away from me.”

“I could call down and get a room with a twin. Although people might question my black eye in the morning.” She frowns, confused and I explain. “With all your sleep aerobics.”

“I do not do sleep aerobics,” she says dramatically. “More like sleep acrobatics. Have you seen my midnight somersaults?” I roll my eyes at her and she turns her head to run her hands over the bedding. “This one will do, I guess.” Her smile is lazy and warm as she looks back at me. “As long as you promise to stay close.”

“I promise.” I push from the bed and hold my hand out to her. She takes it and I pull her up. “I’m really glad you like the room.”

She walks over to the window, peering down at the street below. “Do you think we can walk the strip later? I’d love to see the fountains all lit up.”

“Of course. We can do whatever you want. I don’t think we have time to take in a show, though. Maybe next time.”

With her back to me, she goes quiet and that’s when I realize what I said. Right. We’re living a fantasy this weekend, and there will be no next time.

“We’d better get changed,” I suggest and push that thought away. This weekend is all about fantasy.

She nods, turns to me and has a smile on her face. “I’m looking forward to meeting Easton and all your friends from back home.”

“They’re going to love you.”

She smiles, grabs her dress from the closet, and makes her way into the bathroom. As the door closes with a soft clink, I unbutton my shirt and reach for my suit. Twenty minutes later, I smooth my hand over my tie, and my jaw almost hits the floor when Taylor steps out of the bathroom. She’s wearing a stunning black cocktail dress that does crazy things to my pulse, and sends my thoughts way off track. Her hair is pinned up, exposing her long neck, and while her makeup is light, her lips are painted rich red.

“You are gorgeous.” I let my gaze rake over her and she spins to give me the full three-sixty view.

“I had this little hot number in my closet for a while. Just needed the right occasion to wear it.”

“Am I the luckiest guy in Vegas or what?”

She steps into me, sliding her arms around my shoulders. “Lucky, sure. But I think I’m pretty lucky too. Whisked away to Vegas for New Year’s.” My fingers trace down her back, brushing over the zipper, and she shivers in response.

I step back, give her another once over and shake my head. “This isn’t great, actually, T.”

She steps back, her eyes wide. “This isn’t appropriate for dinner?” She glances down, runs her hands along her curves. “Is it too short? Too tight?”

“It’s perfect,” I assure her and close the inches between us. “But remember, we’re having dinner with the wedding party and the bride is supposed to be the one stealing the spotlight.”

“Elias,” she groans, and shoves me away. “You freaked me out.”

I hang my head. “I’m sorry.”

I lean in to kiss her but she turns her head with a playful, “Hmph. No kisses for you.” I grin as she slips into her high heels, and grabs a little sequence purse from the counter. “All set?” she asks, turning back to me. “Oh, and for what it’s worth…” She waves her hand up and down the length of me. “I don’t even need to see Easton to know that’s not great either.”

I laugh and take her hand. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s get out of here.”

We head to the elevator, and while I’m anxious to see everyone and get caught up, I can’t lie. I’m just as anxious to have Taylor all to myself. There’s an elderly couple in the elevator when the doors slide open and I put my hand on Taylor’s back and guide her in. I press the lobby, and murmurs reach my ears. Pulling Taylor close, I catch the couple’s reflection in the mirrored wall.

“Sorry to bother you,” the man says, his eyes lighting up. “But I’m a fan.”

I flash a smile and turn to them, extending my hand for a shake. “Nice to meet you. I’m Elias Ariti, as you’ve already guessed, and this is Taylor Coolidge.”

His eyes go wide. “A relative of Kalen Coolidge?”

“I’m his sister.” Taylor shakes their hands, as effortlessly charming as always. “Nice to meet you both.” She glances at the woman. “Are you enjoying Vegas?”

“We are. We’re just headed to a show.” She claps her hands together like she can’t contain her excitement. “Beyoncé.”

“We’re here for a wedding,” Taylor explains, resting her hand on my chest. “Elias’s childhood friend is getting married tomorrow night.”

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