Page 5 of Menace in Vegas

I didn’t hear what she whispered.

I didn’t need to.

That’s when my heart broke.

Mark was supposed to be safe. Reliable. Boring.

Instead, he was just another liar.

I hung up, fighting back tears.

And that’s when I felthim.

Connor emerged from the shadows, coming up behind me."Allie."

The way he said my name was like a boulder slamming into my chest.

I turned — and the sympathy in his eyes wrecked me.

Connor didn’t do sympathy. He did sarcasm. Teasing. Flirtation.

But not this.

I fisted my hands in his shirt and yanked him down.

His lips parted, his breath fanning across my face. His eyes burned with something that scared the hell out of me.

I kissed him.

Connor groaned against my mouth, his arms banding around me, pulling me so tightly against him I could barely breathe.

I gasped — and his tongue slid inside, devouring me.

Owning me.

Proving he was just as desperate as I was.

Like butter, I melted into him.

* * *

The soundof laughter yanks me back to the present.

I won’t let Mark win.

I won’t give him the satisfaction of ruining my fun.

With a big smile plastered on my face, I snatch a drink from a random table, down it, and climb back on the goddamn chair.

Someone thrusts a microphone into my hands, and I start singing like a tipsy disaster, doing everything I can not to feel a single fucking thing.

I don’t look at Connor. I can’t.

The memory of that kiss haunts me.

It was supposed to be for revenge. A fuck you to Mark.

But Connor’s lips wrecked me.

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