Page 6 of Reckless Chance
My guess is she felt the sizzle too but won’t admit it—at least not yet. My goal is to abolish our ill-conceived no-repeat rule while she’s here. We can reinstate the rule after she leaves. By then, we’ll have each other out of our systems and be ready to move on.
“No worries. Those are great. We’ll need plenty of them because I could eat a dozen by myself.” More if she agrees to keep feeding them to me.
By the time the next drink and appetizer arrive, we’re laughing, extremely happy, and slightly inebriated. We’re not driving, so who cares?
When she tries to feed me this time, her aim is a little off. Sauce ends up coating my mouth and chin. No problem. She wipes it off with her index finger and uses her full, red lips to suck it clean.
Fuuuck.
Maybe another drink will quell my rapidly rising desire to fall to my knees and worship her with my tongue. Then again, there’s no reason not to do that. Or is there? I’m not thinking straight. Wait a minute. We’re in a restaurant. Am I getting drunk? No. I can hold my liquor. I never get drunk. Did I have breakfast today? Hmm. Better have another appetizer.
I scoot my chair closer to Lowri at the same time the server reappears. My sudden movement causes the new set of drinks and food to fly over the edge of the railing.
Scott hurries over, saying, “Don’t worry, we’ll replace those immediately. While you wait, we’ll get you another drink.”
“That’s nice of him. I hope they hurry with the food. My head is starting to spin a little,” Lowri muses, slightly slurring her words as she reaches to caress my hand.
“Here, drink some water. That should help,” I say, handing her a glass.
She takes a long drink and clutches her throat. “That wasn’t water. That’s vodka.”
Finally, I spot the server walking toward us with the last round of appetizers and drinks. I don’t waste any time. The moment the plate is in front of me, I load my fork with a sizeable taste.
Shit.
The first bite was so spicy my eyes are watering. Lowri’s not any better off. Her cheeks are bright red, and she’s gasping. We simultaneously grab the nearest glasses and down the drinks.
When we can breathe again, Lowri rests her head against my shoulder. With each drink, we’ve relaxed even more. Her reaction to my touches and her closeness signal she also wants to pick up where we left off last time. Since we’re both well past tipsy at this point, we may have to wait until tomorrow though.
“We still have one other venue that’s a possibility for the party. Let’s check it out now,” I enunciate slowly, trying to avoid slurring my own words.
“Where is it?” she asks.
“It’s a private part of the Omega, our rooftop nightclub.”
“Okay. Let’s go. I wouldn’t mind a little dancing tonight.” She teeters, losing her balance when she shimmies her hips as she tries to stand.
I groan as she tumbles into my chest. She’s going to be the death of me, but man will it be fun.
5
SEAN
Scott insists we opt for the hidden elevator rather than navigating down the Grand Staircase. Reaching the casino level, we stumble and weave our way past the noisy Sportsbook on our right. Cheers of bettors rooting for their teams compete with dinging slot machines and raucous table games on our left.
“Does the constant … ummm … excitement of Vegas … ummm … ever get old?” Lowri asks.
The alcohol’s getting to her now.
“Sure. That’s when I head to one of my other homes in Maui or Paris,” I say, speaking slowly, trying not to sound as drunk as I probably am.
“Wow. Ummm. That must be nice.” She giggles.
“You could go with me next time,” I say between hiccups.
She plants a big kiss on my cheek, and says, “That would be marvelous, darling.”
I can’t help laughing at her drunken imitation of an old movie star.
