Page 58 of The One I Need
“I do,” she says, taking another sip, only this one lasting a little longer. “What’s the occasion?”
I loop my arm around her shoulders as casually as I can. “The occasion is that as of two minutes ago, you are officially done with business. For the next however many hours we are in Vegas, we are going to have nothing but fun.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says. “Except we can’t start it quite yet.”
“And why not?”
She looks down at herself then back up to me. “Because I’m still in my work clothes. And because I have a laptop and folders in this bag. Let me go to the room, drop this stuff off, and change. ”
“Fine,” I say with a groan. “You have ten minutes to go upstairs, put on your best Vegas outfit, drop your laptop, and promptly meet me in the lobby.”
“Yes, sir,” she says with a mock salute.
“Smart ass. Go change.”
I walk her to the elevator, each of us finishing our drinks before we get there.
“Shit, that went down smooth,” she says.
“Is that a bad thing?”
She shrugs. “Depends on what you have planned for the night.”
The door opens, and I take the empty glass from her hand. “No plans. We’re just going to see where the night takes us.”
Chapter20
Izzy
~~ Ten hours later ~~
“Caesars! And step on it!”
I think our Uber driver mumbles something, but I don’t hear what it is. I really don’t care, either. Tonight is the best night of my life, and I have Oliver to thank for it.
I’ve never felt this free. Or light. I don’t think in my entire adult life I’ve truly ever let go like this.
We danced. We drank. We gambled. We drank. Oliver finally got to see the fountains. And then we drank some more.
Did I mention we drank?
I think we did some other stuff, including seeing an actual Elvis impersonator. And a good one. Not just a fat old guy with black hair in a gold jumpsuit. But now all I want to do is go back to the room and fuck this man.
Cause I can.
“What are you doing?” Oliver mumbles as I begin to kiss his neck.
“Kissing you.”
“I thought friends didn’t kiss?”
“Who said that?”
“You.”
I swing my leg over so I’m now straddling him. “You should really quit listening to me.”
Oliver doesn’t respond, unless you count a slur of moans and grunts a response. I feel him hardening against me as I continue to kiss his ear and neck. Did I know he was that sensitive here? I don’t remember. All I remember is that Oliver is the only man who has ever made me speak in tongues, and I’d like that to happen again tonight, thank you very much.
