longer than me, you love him almost as much as me, and we have a nightmare headed toward us.”
I considered mentioning that I didn’t love any man as much as I loved Martini, not even Chuckie, and having the jealousy chat with him again, but I’d accepted a long time ago that he was always going to be possessive and jealous. Besides, it was flattering, considering he could have landed any woman on Earth.
“I don’t want any woman on Earth,” he muttered. “I only want you.”
“Good. Because I only want you.” I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him until we were lying down on the seat and about to become part of a reality TV show.
“You folks need to sign the release form,” the driver called to us.
Martini snarled, sat up, and pulled me up next to him. “Not just no, but hell no.”
“Fine. The way you two were heading, you were gonna end up the top-rated segment.” He sounded disappointed.
“Sorry, maybe next time.” I straightened my top. “By the way, why are you taking the long way?”
“Because I thought you two were going for it.”
“Get us there, now, or I’ll sue your ass,” Martini growled.
“Whatever.” The driver turned off the main street, and we started moving faster. We pulled into the hotel’s parking garage while I brushed my hair and straightened the rest of my clothes. “You’re sure?” the driver asked me as Martini paid up.
“Positive. I charge a lot for visual proof.”
“Ah, well, I can see why.” The driver gave me a wide grin. “Here’s my card. Call any time.”
Martini took the card from him, tore it into little bits, and dropped them back into the driver’s hand. “She’s not a hooker, she’s not a porn star, she’s not on the market, and if you don’t stop looking at her chest, I’m going to rip your throat out.”
“Have a nice day!” I called to the driver as Martini dragged me into the hotel.
“Stop flirting.”
“I’m not flirting. I’m being nice after you were rude.” A man I’d never seen before who was really great looking held the door for us. “Thanks!” He gave me a big smile and an appraising look.
Martini growled and dragged me to the desk. “I hate it here already. Just so you know.”
“Oh, Jeff, relax.” Another good-looking guy came out of the elevator banks and gave me the big smile and obvious once-over. I loved Vegas.
“Right. Stop flirting with strangers. It’s bad enough you flirt with Reynolds. Still. And James.”
“Chuckie’s clear on who I’m engaged to, and James is gay.”
“Can’t tell that it matters, to either one of them.” Martini went to the front desk. “We’re here to see Charles Reynolds. I think he’s registered here.”
“Yes, Mister Reynolds is on the top floor.” The desk clerk pointed to the elevator banks. “You don’t need a key to get up there. He’s expecting you.”
As we headed off, I spotted the two guys who’d checked me out. They were chatting at the main intersection between check-in, the elevators, the parking garage, and the exit to the casino. They were handsome enough to be A-Cs, but since they were both in jeans and casual shirts, it was a good bet they were just hunks. Both looked at me and gave me the big grins while they checked out my assets. I tried not to be flattered and failed utterly. I really loved Vegas.
“What part of stop flirting with strangers isn’t coming through?” Martini groused as he dragged me into the elevator banks and out of view of my admiring public. I chose not to be annoyed. It wasn’t as if I were here looking for someone to pick up, after all.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Someone was in an alcove to the side of the elevator banks. I hadn’t noticed anyone when we’d walked by. I nudged Martini, but before either one of us could move, a man walked briskly out of the alcove and away. “Mister Joel Oliver, what a surprise. How’d he find us here?”
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