Page 48 of Menace in Vegas

Connor loses it, laughing his ass off.

I whip around, positively feral.

"YOU’RE NOT FUNNY!" I scream, not caring if we get thrown out of this damn hotel.

He grins. "Oh, sweetheart." He props himself up on one elbow, watching me burn. "I’m hilarious."

I grab a pillow and throw it at him.

He easily ducks, grinning at me like the infuriating bastard he is.

* * *

I pace the floors,seething.

Every so often, I turn and glare at him.

His eyes crinkle as his lips curl into an amused smile, his deep chuckle filling the room.

My blood boils.

I’m tired, but I force myself to keep pacing. To put distance between us.

But an hour later, I’m too exhausted to continue.

I give up, crawling into bed, my eyes heavy.

I’m done fighting. Done speaking to a man who won’t listen anyway.

I’ll just go to sleep and ignore his existence.

My breathing evens out. My body relaxes.

His low, devastating murmur pierces the silence. “You can pretend all you want, baby.”

My eyes pop open.

“But we both know…” His warm breath tickles my ear."Youlikebeing mine."

I stop breathing.

I feel his smirk before he casually rolls over, turns off the light, and goes to sleep.

Leaving me lying there, completely wrecked.

17

ALLISON

Although it took me a long time to fall asleep, I finally did.

Now, I regret it.

I’m barely conscious, but I feel the solid ball of warmth beneath me.

A heavy arm is wrapped around my waist. A muscular thigh is slotted between mine. My hand is pressed against a wall of steel.

What I feel beneath my palm is bare. Naked.

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