Page 34 of Menace in Vegas

Istorm ahead of him into the motel lobby, my face still burning.

If I just pretend it never happened, maybe the universe will erase my dick-grabbing moment from reality.

I’m lost in my humiliation, carefully avoiding eye contact with him.

Connor is calmy booking rooms.

I snap back to reality when the receptionist hands over the key.

"One bed suite," she chirps.

I squeak, blinking at her in shock.

Surely, this place has more than?—

Connor chuckles. "Perfect."

I whip my head toward him, horrified. “W-What?”

He shrugs, smirking.

"You seemed pretty comfortable getting handsy earlier."

I don’t even remember grabbing the room key, stomping up the stairs, or barging into our shared room with one damn bed.

I’m seconds away from spontaneous combustion.

And if I survive the night, it’ll be a goddamn miracle.

* * *

I standat the foot of the bed, staring at it like it personally betrayed me.

Connor tosses his bag down, stretching his arms. "Long day, huh?" he says casually.

I don’t react.

I’m frozen, trying to process what the hell happened today.

First, I threw a jealous tantrum and dragged him from a diner.

Then I accidentally took him to a romantic restaurant and grabbed his dick.

I’ve officially lost all sense of control.

He pulls off his hoodie, tossing it on the chair.

I blow out a breath, bracing myself.

His shirt rides up slightly as he stretches.

I don’t look.

Lies.

I grab my pajamas and bolt for the bathroom, where I have a five-minute mental breakdown while staring at myself in the mirror like I’m a stranger.

When I’m finished, I calmly walk out of the bathroom like I’m perfectly fine.

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