Page 21 of Menace in Vegas

I whip around, glaring. This girl has been playing with me since that kiss. Her hot and cold behavior is giving me whiplash.

"Then I hope you fucking freeze, Payne," I snap.

She bites her lip, smirking.

I’m losing my goddamn mind.

* * *

I stare at the ceiling,wondering what the fuck I did in this life to deserve this torment. Maybe it was something in a past life.

I nod to myself.

Yes, that has to be it.

The bathroom door opens, and Allie strolls out wearing sleep shorts and a tank top.

I’m not looking, though. I swear I’m not.

Lies. All lies.

I’m totally checking her out, especially when she bends over her bag and the shorts ride up her legs.

Jesus Christ. My dick is so hard it hurts.

My heart pounds faster.

Maybe I’m having a heart attack. That would be preferable to the torture I’m currently enduring.

The bed dips, and I clench my jaw so hard I’m fairly certain I cracked a molar.

This fucking trip is destroying me.

Her vanilla and citrus scent fills the air, winding around me like a drug.

“Stay on your side,” I bark.

She smiles. "Of course, Byrns. Wouldn’t want you getting any ideas."

Fucking brat.

My eyes dart back to the ceiling.

I will not think about the kiss. I will not think about how warm she is next to me. I will not think about how soft she looks in that tank top.

Her knee brushes my thigh.

My entire body locks up.

"Allie." My voice is low, with a dangerous edge.

She hums innocently. "What?"

"You did that on purpose."

She stretches, dragging her toes along my calf.

My entire body tenses.

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