“I choose to stay out of the limelight. Ironic, considering the name of my company.” ~Holliday Hughes
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, walking out of the bathroom to find Holliday sprawled under the sheet on the bed. She, at least, had the courtesy to leave her tits exposed for me.
“I’m sleepy.” She acts dramatic, putting the back of her hand against her forehead and sighing. “You wore me out.”
“And here I thought we were just getting started.”
Her head pops up. “What? Started. No. I’m too tired. After last night and then, you know, the teenage make-out session we just did in there… I need rest. You don’t?”
“I always need sleep, but I’ve gotten used to the lack of it over the years.” I climb into bed next to her. The long night taking its toll on me. I wrap my arm around her, her skin soft and warm against mine as she snuggles close.
“What time did you return to the room last night?” She tilts her face toward mine, her eyes wide with innocence, so unsuspecting. I fucking love it.
“Right before I ordered you breakfast.”
Her body tenses momentarily and I know her mind is searching, trying to determine what time that might be. Her heavy gulp gives her away. “Thank you for doing that. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to. I’m glad I did. Honestly, I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Me too,” she says with a soft laugh. Her tone changes. “So you were out all night?”
She tries to put some distance between us, but I hold her tighter. “It’s not what you think. I wasn’t with another woman.” When I feel her body relax, I explain more, but just enough to keep her in the dark a little longer. I like how things are too much to ruin it. “It was business, strictly business. But part of that business is going out, so we went to a few clubs.”
“Going out to clubs? So you bust minors all over Vegas? I thought you only worked for this hotel.”
I stroke her hair back and kiss her forehead. “My job is complicated. Hey, I thought you were tired?”
Her fingertips scrape lightly across my chest, drawing figure eights, which reminds me of her tattoo and how fucking sexy it is on the curve of her waist. Definitely unexpected from how I first sized her up at the bar—defensive and a little prissy, but a cool calm surfaced once she let her guard down. Her feisty attitude was unexpected in more ways than I first imagined… all in good ways.
She yawns, then says, “I am tired and don’t have enough brain cells right now to work through complicated, so I choose sleep.”
“Ugh!” My eyes bolt open and start burning from the lack of sleep as something hits me in the stomach, waking me from my dreams.
“Get up, you lazy fuck.” Dex says, walking toward the door. “We have soun—”
“Shh!” I don’t know what time it is, but I recognize the annoying voice. Holliday stirs, her breath shows she’s teetering between sleep and awake. I have more plans for her before she leaves, so I want her to sleep for now. I whisper, “I don’t know how you got in here, but get the fuck out, Dex.”
“Tommy told me to drag your ass down there if I have to.”
I glare at him, in no mood for his shit today. “Now you listen to Tommy? You’re never on time. I’ll be down later.”
“Dude, it’s a broad.” He digs in his pocket and holds up a silver coin. “Dime meet dozen.”
A sweet voice from next to me chimes in, “Why is there man in the room?”
Looking down at her, I reply, “Ignore him. He’s leaving.”
When I turn back to Dex he’s holding his hands in front of his chest and says, “Nice jugs.”
Holliday gasps in horror and throws the covers over her head. I grab the closest thing I can reach, which is my wallet, and strike him in the face before he even sees it coming. Credit cards and money go flying everywhere, and I yell, “Get the fuck out! Now!”
His hands cover his face and he groans in pain. “Ever since you gave up drugs, you’ve become such a dick, Outlaw.” I freeze when he calls me Outlaw. My heart stops as my gaze drifts to the woman hiding next to me. He storms out of the room and I hear the front door slam.
Holliday peeks out, the sheet covering everything but her eyes. “Is he gone?” She sounds mad, and I’m not sure if it’s because Dex was here or because she now knows the truth.
I nod once, my breath caught in my throat still waiting for a sign that she knows.
“He saw my breasts! What the hell? Why was he in here?” She looks pissed, and sounds it as she continues. “I can’t believe he barged in here like that and called you a dick. Do you work with him? He should be fired for intruding like that.”
“Yeah,” I reply, clearing my throat.
My tone must sound off because she looks up at me, her eyebrows knitted together. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I repeat my other answer.
“How’d he get in here anyway? That was really unprofessional of a co-worker to barge in like that.”
“He needs to learn some manners. I apologize for what he said to you.”
“You don’t have to. It’s all on him. He was rude.” She looks past me to the clock next to the bed, and says, “I hate to do this because it’s so warm and cozy in this bed with you and I would happily stay here all day if I didn’t have someone waiting on me.”
She starts to climb out of bed, but I take her hand, tugging her back to me, and ask, “I need to go too, but can I see you later?”
Her expression turns sweet. “I’d like to see you later. I have a meeting to go to and then a dinner I’ve already scheduled, but I’m free after that.”
I can’t set a time without going through my schedule of obligations with Tommy first. “Can I have your number? I can text you when I’m done and we can meet up later.”
She takes the phone I hand her and types her number in, then gets out of bed. I do too, grabbing some jeans from my suitcase and putting them on. I stop to watch her get dressed, the act more appealing than she realizes. I catch one last glimpse of her tattoo before her shirt tumbles down and covers it.
At the door, she pulls me by the fly, closer, until our lips meet. Licking my lips afterwards, I taste her, realizing she gave me a kiss to remember. Watching her drag her teeth over her bottom lip, I smile, knowing I gave her a kiss she won’t forget.
“So you promise to text me?” she asks, so oblivious to how sexy I think she is.
“I will. The moment I’m free. It might be late.”
“Late’s okay. We’re in Vegas, after all.”
I open the door for her and she walks out, stepping backward. With her finger pointed at the tray of food she brought over, she laughs, and says, “You owe me another breakfast.”
“I think I can handle that.”
“Bye, Dalton,” she says with a little wave and a smile.
If I didn’t have to leave, I’d be tossing her over my shoulder and fucking her again. But I do, so I watch her and that great ass until she reaches the elevator then go back inside to get dressed.