wouldn’t be here right now. “
He kissed her hand and held it on his chest. “I bought what we needed at the stores. The VIP Booth was a favor. The liquor I had to buy because it was part of the deal. We didn’t drink both bottles, just one and a half. And you’re here because I asked you to stay.” He stopped to catch his breath. “I work with computer programming and development. I started my own company when I graduated college and have done very well for myself.” He looked to see if she was satisfied with his answers. Not sure, he added, “Oh, a lot of my clients own car dealerships and clubs here in Vegas. That’s how we got the car and the booth.”
Satisfied with his explanation, she leaned over him, “Okay. I just wanted to make sure no crazy shit followed me home.” She tried to kiss him, but he pushed her back.
“Syd, I’m getting the feeling that you think this thing between us is just a Vegas fling.” Marcus sat up in the bed. He wanted to make sure she knew how serious he was about this.
“Well, isn’t it?” She had the saddest look on her face.
“My heart’s telling me no, but now my brain is questioning it.” He bent his head back and took a deep breath. Looking her straight in the eyes, he asked, “Do you really think it was just a coincidence that we were on the same plane? Of all the hotels you switch to, it’s the hotel where I’m staying? And that freaky thing you say is going on between your brain and my mouth. Doesn’t that say something about what’s going on here?”
Sydney sat up so that she could see eye to eye with him. “Marcus, first of all, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just don’t think you understand who I really am. I’m a forty two year old widow, who was married to the same person for almost twenty years and has four children. I‘m not kidding when I say I have a lot of baggage. I came to Las Vegas to try and get my life together so that I can continue to live the life God has dealt me. I’m just fucked up.” She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. Her immediate instinct was to cover her face with her hands.
Marcus removed her hands from her face and began to kiss every tear drop that ran down her cheeks. “Sydney, I know all that already. You explained it to me the first night we had dinner together. If I didn’t make it perfectly clear to you that night, let me make it even clearer for you now. I have never felt as complete as I do when I’m with you. When I’m not with you, I feel like a part of me is missing. I know it sounds corny. I’ve felt this way since you left the plane and panicked because I didn’t know who you were or where you were staying. When I ran into you in the lobby, I was actually heading out to find you. I was going to start at one end of the strip and work my way through the hotels, but then, there you were. I’m not a religious person, but when I hear you speak of God, I know we’re meant to be together.”
“Philippe has only been gone six months. I don’t know if there are guidelines to follow as to when or if you can move on. I will always love him, but we definitely have a connection. I’d have to be stupid not to realize that. Right now, I just don’t know how to justify my behaviors.”
“Why do you need to? Just follow your heart and see where it leads you.”
She attempted to be just as serious as Marcus. “My heart is losing a horrendous battle with my crotch.”
That was his breaking point. “Woman, as much as I’d love to stay in bed and discuss your crotch, we have a reservation at Rehab, and I’m not sure how long they’ll hold our spot.”
“I know I’m fucked up, but rehab?” she sounded disgusted.
“Babe, it’s a pool club. You never heard of it? It’s at the Hard Rock Hotel. I reserved a cabana.”
“No. Guess I’ll need my bathing suit.”
Marcus’ eyes grew real wide, and that silly grin appeared on his face. ”Hey why don’t I go and get all the stuff
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