Chapter 11
Jax
We were both dancing around the issue of last night. The fact that she was so awkward around me told me that she remembered just fine what had happened. I was trying my best to not say anything, be the bigger man, be a gentleman, but it was getting rather hard. I almost regretted the fact that I was such a gentleman the night before. Everything would have been different if she had woken up next to me, though there was a part of me that wondered if it would have been the same as before.
“So, what are we doing today?”
I had thought about it a lot and I decided just to take her out as a tourist. She said she'd only been here once and that was for a Bachelorette party. Considering that I was with her most of the night and into the day, I knew that she hadn’t went and seen many sites. We had met in the bar at the Blanko and then went back to my place not too long after that.
“We can do whatever you want, there is a lot to see here. We can go gamble or we can go to Lake Tahoe that's not too far from here, or a number of other things. Just tell me what you like.
She smiled at me and said that she wasn't sure.
“Do you want to just go around and check things out? These casinos have done some pretty awesome things to bring in tourist. Why don't we be a tourist for a day?”
The smile that went up on her face was enough for me. I think that she was feeling the pressure of it all, much like I was, and it was easier if we were doing something to keep our mind and body occupied. All I could think about was taking her back to the house and into my bed, but that was to be at the moment, I had to do something to keep my mind off of that. If not, I was going to walk around with a hard on all day and that was going to be rather uncomfortable.
“I really like the sound of that. Do you think this will be okay to wear out, or should I go ahead and change?”
What she was wearing would draw a lot of attention, but then again, I had a feeling that she was going to draw attention no matter where we went. The woman was right about her hair, it made her stand out about as much as it was possible to and the red dress just brought it to another level. No, she wasn't just studied because of her red hair like she thought. It was her banging body as well.
She looked like sex on a stick and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I knew that no one else was going to be able to either. But I wasn’t going to say all of that out loud. She wouldn’t take it as the compliment that I would mean it as. So instead of saying anything, I just told her that it would be fine and willed my cock to follow direction and calm the hell down.
When she told me that she was ready, I told her that I was as well. I called up the driver and he pulled the car around for us to get in. I could see by Candy’s expression that she wasn’t expecting the driver again. Maybe she thought that last night was a one-time thing. I don’t know.
“Don't you ever drive yourself?”
“Not too much anymore. The traffic around here is a bear and it isn't as enjoyable as it is on some of the highways. I just got sick of driving around in deadlock all of the time. I was losing a lot of time in my car, when I should have been at least answering calls. Now I can do both.”
She told me that she could see that. Sometimes it would be easier to let somebody else drive, but I really like to drive, and I don't know if I can give it up.”
“If you lived here with me, you would reconsider. It just isn't fun here.”
Candy had a look on her face that told me she was not sure about what I said. I was thinking of her living here with me, had been since I heard from her yesterday and it was clear to me that she wasn't thinking about that at all. For the first time in a long time, I had to wonder if this was all for nothing. Had I really missed my chance?
I have felt the tension in the air because I didn't say much else to her when we were getting in the car. Maybe she was right, and I was delusional. It wasn't that I was crazy or anything like that, it was just strange to be turned down when I was never turned down before. I was the man who could have any one and of course, it seemed to be poetic justice that I couldn't have the one that I wanted the most. How many women had been in my bed when I woke up the next morning? There had to be a reason that I didn't remember not one of their names.
“So, what do you like about Vegas?”
“Well there's always work, I can tell you that much. I don't know what it is about this place, but everyone gets so happy and wants to start spending their money on anything and everything. Then regret sets in not too long after that.”
“Yeah, I can see that happening. How many people try to sue the casino for losing everything?”
“That actually doesn't happen. You can’t fight the house.”
The silence went over us again and part of it was my fault because I didn't know what to say. I was usually the smooth operator, but when I talked to her, everything seemed to come out with the wrong way.
We stopped at the fake Sphinx that one of the casinos had put together and while I had passed it many times in the past, I liked to see Candy’s face when she saw it. She genuinely liked what she saw and if nothing else, it was going to be an interesting day. If she was like this already, there was a lot more that she was going to like to see today and I was hopeful that I would be able to get my mind out of this rut it was in. She wasn't the only one that had changed. Apparently, I had become far more contemplative then I used to be.
The two of us went all over Las Vegas and by the third stop, we were back to talking to each other normally. I just tried to steer clear of any conversation I had to do with romantics. It was clear that she didn't want to have nothing to do with that and I was just going to put myself into a grave that I couldn't dig out of. It wasn't just her reaction that I was avoiding, but mine as well. All it did was rile me up and give me hope that something was going to happen.
“Are you ready to get something to eat?”
She told me that she was and when I asked her where, she told me that she didn't care. It was a breath of fresh air compared to when I went out with other women, because they always knew exactly where they wanted to go. It was usually a place that was way overpriced, and food wasn't even that good. I agreed of course because I just wanted to get in their panties.
“So, you really don't care?”
“No not really, why?”
“I just haven't met a woman that didn't care. Most of the ones I meet, already have our whole lives figured out in the first ten minutes that we meet.”
Candy told me that it was silly.
“What is life, if we plan it all?”
It was the first thing that she had said to finally give me a little bit of hope. I liked to think the same way, and if she thought that way, then maybe all the plans that she had laid down hadn’t worked as I first thought. This is what I wanted to tell myself anyways. I always got my way, and I wasn't going to let this be any different.
“Well, if you really don't care, I know this place that had some really good food. I don't know if you will like the entertainment, but I guess we'll find out.”
I was a little amazed. She didn’t even ask what I was talking about or where we're going. It did appear that she really didn't care either way. Candy was going to leave it all to me and I really liked that. I know that it was just a meal, but it also signified that she was putting a little bit of faith in me. It was at least more than we had before.
Maybe I was just being naive and hopeful, but I really wanted to believe that something good could come of all this. It all had to be for a reason. I had to believe that.