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She nods. “Yes. I should be working the tables again. I’ll have to change out of my uniform after my shift so we can hang out.”
I lick my lips. “I look forward to it.”
A shiver shakes her shoulders. “See you tomorrow, sir.” A smirk pulls at her lips before she turns on her heel and walks off toward a door markedEmployees only.
That little brat, she’s figured out what hearingsirfrom her does to me. I watch her ass sway until she disappears behind the door. I run a hand through my hair pushing it back. Man, if she’s half that sassy in the bedroom, we’re going to have a good time. I didn’t expect to meet someone like her here. Maybe a tourist I could take to my room, but not an employee. I’m glad I chose to keep up with tradition and vacation here this week. A part of me was thinking about going to a different hotel or even heading over to California. If I had, I would’ve never met her.
I check my phone, It’s nearly ten at night. Most of the restaurants inside the resort are closed and all I have in my stomach is enough whiskey to make me borderline drunk. If I had one more glass, I don’t think I would’ve had the self-control not to kiss her while she was working. I need some food and water to keep me from getting a headache in the morning. Thank God for room service.
I glance back toward the door she went through. I should also make sure I’m well stocked on condoms. At least I have a heads up.
Chapter Five
Carissa
Enteringour apartment at almost eleven at night, I kick off my converse and toss my keys in the bowl. I glance toward the living room where Mary’s bed is. She sits on it watching some TV. Already in a pair of pink pajamas. She smiles at me. “Welcome home. How was work?”
I’m relieved to see she made it home okay and that I don’t have to worry about her. I sigh as I take off my vest. I’ll have to bring this uniform in with me tomorrow so that it can be put through dry cleaning and pick up my other sets. I give a tired smile as I walk over to her bed and sit at the end of it. We can’t afford more than a one-bedroom. I offered to take the living room, but she insisted on taking it instead.
“Work was good. I think I met someone. Maybe?” A smile pulls at my lips as Knox swirls in my mind. Hell, he was hot. I’d been so close to kissing him as we made plans for tomorrow. I’m going to have to take something extra cute with me to change into.
Mary mutes the TV and looks at me. She crawls down the bed to sit closer to me. “Oh, yeah? Is he cute?”
I nod. “Super sexy. Think Jason Momoa but with shorter hair.”
She fans herself. “Damn. I would like to meet Jason Momoa. Did he have the deep voice to match?”
I nod. “So deep. He said, So tomorrow then, and I swear I almost orgasmed right there. We’re supposed to hang out tomorrow night after I get off my shift.” My cheeks flush. I can’t believe I’m going to do that, with a man I just met.
She grins. “That’s good because Tyler asked me out and I don’t plan to be home tomorrow night.”
I nudge her. “Look at us, both getting dates on the same night.” My face is so hot. “Do you think I should tell him I’m a virgin?”
Her eyes widen. “You’re a virgin? She then pushes her lips out and to the side. “Perhaps. I guess it depends on how turned on you are by the time you get to that part of the night. If you’re good and wet, you’ll have nothing to worry about, the thing that might hurt the most is if he’s big and stretches you, but it will only be for a second, once your body gets used to it, it will feel really good. How big were his hands?”
“Like he could hold a basketball and make it look tiny. I don’t think I’ll have an issue getting wet for him. He gives off the air of a sex god, you know how you can just tell if someone is going to be good in bed or not? I know I don’t have any experience, but that’s the vibe he gave off.”
She nods. “No, I get it. I’m not a virgin, and you can tell who is going to be a good lover and who is going to be shit by how they act. So are you going to do it tomorrow with him if it comes to that? You’re not saving yourself for marriage or something like that?”
I snort. “Fuck no. I don’t even plan on getting married. It didn’t work out for my dad. I’m not going to tie myself down to someone. If it’s serious, we could live together, that’s good enough for me. I’m not going to be one of those people who impulsively get married at a Las Vegas chapel by an Elvis impersonator. I haven’t been saving myself. I just haven’t had the time to get laid, or have met anyone who I want to fuck, until now. God, I swear I’ve never reacted to anyone like I did him. It’s like our eyes met and my uterus woke up. I’ve never had anyone ever look at me and make me want to jump them then and there. I thought that was something that only happens in movies.”
“I thought that was something that only happened in movies, too. I’ve never had anyone do that to me. I’ve had guys turn me on slowly after a couple of hours, but never have I had an instant fire. If I found that, I would grab hold of it and never let it go, or at the very least spend a week holed up in bed with them. It sounds to me like you found a good one to have your first time with. As for telling him, that’s up to you. Some guys think it’s a turn on, others are scared off by it and it adds too much pressure for them to be able to perform. My first was also a virgin, so it was just an overall awkward as hell experience.”
I can’t believe she’s younger than me and knows more about something than I do. I untuck my shirt from my pants and side glance at her. “I know how it all works, I’ve watched porn, but do you have any tips? I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
A grin pulls at her lips. “Girl, you came to the right place. I’m the queen of blow jobs. Here’s what you’re going to want to do.”
* * *
My alarm goes off and I groan. I’m on the early shift at the Happy Bean today, helping open, but then I’ll be off by ten, which will give me time to shop for a cute outfit and get my nails done, and maybe take a nap before I start at the Bellagio at six.
I spent a while last night talking to Mary about tips on good sex and what to expect. It makes me feel better not going into it blind. I know he’s older than me and the last thing I want to be is a fumbling fool who won’t be able to get him off. I’m not even going to be doing it for tips. I genuinely want this man. I don’t know what it is about him, but the pull is undeniable. If I don’t have a taste of him, even if he leaves Las Vegas at the end of the week and I never see him again, I would always regret not going further with him. I would like to see him again after, but it’s not a requirement.
Getting up, I throw on a pair of black jeans and a matching shirt. I’m not going to bother with a shower, I’ll do that tonight. Taking two showers in a day dries out my skin and hair too much in this climate.
As I make my way out to the living room, Mary’s curled up in her bed, hugging her massive teddy bear some ex gave her. I smile at her. I realized last night she may look pure and innocent like an angel, but she’s hiding a naughty devil inside her. She taught me things about blow jobs I’ve never seen any woman do in the porn I’ve seen.
I’m glad she has a date tonight, or else I would feel terrible about leaving her here all night on her own. We may be on the fifth floor of the building, but that doesn’t mean this place doesn’t still get scary every once in a while. We still live on the strip, and so many things happen outside our windows on a daily basis; Las Vegas certainly lives up to its title of being Sin City. But I prefer here over anywhere else.
