Page 9 of What Happens in Vegas..
She then sends a bow chica wow wow gif.
I laugh. It may not be an over-the-top sexy dress, but I’m not that kind of person. I want him to see me for me, and not someone I’m trying to be. I don’t think he’ll mind that.
My phone dings again.
Mary:Lose your underwear when wearing it for him. I bet he’ll find it hot. Plus, I can see panty lines.
I look up, and down at my pelvis. Shit, you can see panty lines. I need to get more flattering underwear, especially now more than ever.
Me:Noted. You don’t think he’ll find that gross?
Not even two seconds later.
Mary:Fuck no, he’ll find it hot, trust me. Most guys do. It means that you want him, and you don’t want things like underwear standing in your way. Get it, girl!
I smile. I love her. She’s been such a blessing in my life. Giving me confidence that I never learned to have growing up. All people ever told me was that I was a problem child and not worth their time.
Taking the dress off, I get dressed and hang the two no’s on the hook that says it’s for the things that didn’t work out.
Leaving the dressing room, I look toward the man. A puff of smoke leaves the man’s mouth as he moves his hand behind the counter to hide his vape pen. “Find one that works?”
I nod. My gaze goes toward the small selection of shoes he has. I head over to the wall and look at them. I think she’s right, I need something with some kind of wedge or heel, to take this dress from pretty to something he’ll want to peel off me.
A lot of the shoes are men’s, but there are a few wedges. At least those can be considered vintage now. I spot a pair with a lace-style band and cork-looking wedge. My toes will peek out the bottom which means I need to go get a pedicure and manicure after this. At least the place I go to does a good job and doesn’t cost too much. They’re in my size, which has to mean that this is fate.
Picking them up I make my way to the man. “Thank you, your store has been a lifesaver.”
He smiles. “It usually is for most who come through here, they always find something they need.”
Paying for the items comes to sixty dollars, not bad at all. Way less than I thought I was going to have to spend and with a mani and pedi, I’ll be right under my budget limit.
Leaving the shop, I walk back up the strip where my nail salon is.
“Fuck you, Dick, I don’t owe you shit!”
I glance over at a car parked along the street. I try not to stare, but I swear I recognize the voice. The car door opens and out steps Donna Jean onto the sidewalk. “I’m not doin’ it!” She slams the door and walks off in the other direction. I don’t think she even saw me.
My gaze goes back to the car, it peels away from the curb and drives off, I catch sight of the license plate:JFK-225. Something about all that just feels off. Taking out my phone, I use the notepad to put in the plate number, so I won’t forget it. If something happens to her, I can at least mention what I saw. It could be nothing, just a lovers’ quarrel, but I rather be safe than sorry in this town. I like Donna Jean; I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.
* * *
I walk into the Bellagio employee lockers feeling like a million bucks. Turns out I just needed a shopping trip and getting my nails done. I have my dress with me along with my uniform that needs to go to dry cleaning. I pull it out of my bag and hang it up in the rack before pinning a tag to it with my employee number so they know it’s mine and I can retrieve it tomorrow on my next shift. Going to my locker, I put in the combination to the lock and take it off. Taking off my shoes, I take out my heels and put them on before putting my walking shoes in there with my new wedges. I place my folded dress on top.
God, I hope he likes it. I hope he finds me pretty and that the pull I felt with him last night wasn’t a fluke.
The door slams open and I jump. My gaze goes to it as Donna comes in. Her red hair looks slightly wild as she stomps over to her locker. She turns the dial on the lock and when it doesn’t pop she growls. I blink. I’ve never seen her like this.
I’m almost scared to inquire what’s wrong with her. I don’t want to face her wrath when I haven’t done anything. But then I remember what I witnessed before I went to get my nails done. It looks like she’s still pissed off by whatever happened. Pinning on my name tag, I gently close my locker and put the lock on. I don’t do well around angry people. It makes me want to run and hide.
But I want to be a good friend and coworker. If there’s something wrong, and I can help, I should ask. I lightly clear my throat as she kicks off her shoes and tosses them into her locker.
“Are you okay, Donna?”
She looks up with wide eyes. “Darlin’! Shit, you scared me, I didn’t see you.” She huffs and slams her locker closed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just fightin’ with my...” she trails off. “Boyfriend. Ain’t nothin’ you have to worry about.”
So that guy was her boyfriend. I guess I was worried for nothing. Then I remember how she said last night she went into one of the rooms with one of the patrons here to make some extra cash. Could he have found out about that? I don’t remember her mentioning she had a boyfriend before tonight. Then again, it’s none of my business, maybe she wanted to keep her home and work lives separate. Which is totally fine.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is everything okay? Do you need to talk?”
