Page 103 of Menace in Vegas

Okay. On to plan B….

I fake left.

He doesn’t budge.

I fake right.

Still nothing.

“Fine,” I seethe. “Have it your way.”

I stomp into the bathroom and slam the door.

My breathing is ragged as I stare at myself in the mirror.

You can do this.

The door opens behind me. “Allie?”

I whirl and glare at him. “Get out!”

“Let’s talk about this. Stop trying to run.”

“Talk?” I echo, incredulous. “Talk?”

“Let’s not do this here.”

I cross my arms. “Oh, no. I know you, Connor. You’re gonna try to lure me into bed, and when that doesn’t work, you’ll toss me on it.”

He chuckles. “I actually wasn’t thinking that. But now that you suggested it?—”

I hold up a hand. “You’re infuriating.”

He grins. “I know. I’m told that a lot.”

He flashes me his charming smile. The one I’m sure has ruined women across the country.

I swallow hard, trying not to let him disarm my defenses.

“Come on.” He nods toward the room. “Let’s talk.”

I blow out a breath. “Fine.” I march toward him. “But this is under duress.”

He laughs. “Oka?—”

My elbow slams into his ribs, and Ibolt.

Sweat beads on my forehead as I sprint down the hallway, panic buzzing through my veins. If I can just get to the elevator?—

Strong hands wrap around my waist. I yelp as I’m lifted off the ground.

Goddamn it. I didn’t even hear him come up behind me.

Connor throws me over his shoulder like I’m a bag of flour and marches back to the room.

I don’t even get a full scream out before I’m pinned on the bed, his body over mine.

I fight. I squirm. I push at his chest?—

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