Page 17 of Menace in Vegas

He stares at me like he wishes he had the hockey stick he nearly decapitated me with.

I smirk, not at all intimidated by him.

Before I can react, he knocks my cell phone from my hand. “Don’t. Fuck. With. Me. Payne.”

I gasp, bending over and grabbing my phone. “You’re a buzzkill, Byrns. You should try having some fun.”

I discreetly position my phone to record him while he’s smashed against the steering wheel.

“Don’t even think about posting that,” he growls.

“Oh, I won’t post it,” I lie sweetly. “This is strictly for my private collection. You know—for blackmail purposes.”

He mutters something under his breath that sounds like a prayer and a curse word blended together.

“Smile for the camera, Petal,” I whisper.

His head whips toward me. “What did you just call me?”

“Petal. The car. That’s her name, remember?” I tap the dashboard affectionately. “And you’re one with her now.”

“I will crash this car on purpose.”

“You wouldn’t dare. You’d miss me too much.”

“I miss silence. That’s what I miss.”

I turn my face to the window, biting my lip to keep from laughing.

Connor is six feet two inches and built like a Greek god. This car is the size of a roller skate.

He is so uncomfortable.

His knees are jammed into the dashboard. His broad shoulders barely fit in the seat. The steering wheel is practically in his lap.

But my personal favorite part is the sheer, unfiltered misery on his face.

He deserves it.

The amount of torture he inflicted on me during the pre-wedding dinner kept me awake all night. It caused me to inflict a life-changing event on myself by making me doubt Mark.

I called him for reassurance, but ended up getting humiliated.

Twice.

Because let’s not forget Bombshell Barbie, who draped herself over Mark’s shoulder.

I frown, my head turning to look out the window so Connor doesn’t see my expression.

I’ve always carried extra weight on my petite frame.

And while I like to refer to myself as curvy, I’ve grown to embrace them.

Mostly.

But when I’m around someone who’s model pretty and thin, my insecurities come to the surface.

Connor sure didn’t make you feel average when he kissed you in the bathroom.

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