Chapter 9
Nick had been driving all day. Marti was chatting and checking out the scenery, but she knew by morning she would be all alone again. Not that it mattered, Nick had his own life and she, well, she never thought her trip was going to be so fucking exciting in the first place.
She looked over at him, his eyes watching the road ahead. His bare chest was luscious. Shirts didn’t seem to stay on him very long. His eyelashes were luscious. His thighs tight in his jeans were luscious. Hell, his whole body was luscious. Damn!
Nick drove the big rig like he had been doing it all his life. Marti watched as he instinctively knew exactly what to do to get the heavy cargo across the country. Up the mountains, down the mountains. Jake brake, brrrrrrrrrrr…..Clutch, shift, clutch, shift, relax. All the while gently singing Spanish songs along with his iPod and smiling and blowing kisses at Marti. She was totally impressed.
“So, we’re almost there?” turning away to hide the sad face. She knew this trip was almost over. She didn’t want it to be, but it was. She only had a few more hours with him and it was starting to wear on her. The trip had been amazing but she knew it was over.
“We still have a few hundred miles to go, Peach, but almost.” The trip had been incredible for him as well. Nick adored her feistiness, her happy-go-lucky demeanor. She was fun, exciting, young and beautiful. And her backside, well… her bodacious backside could speak for itself.
“Hey what’s that up there?” pointing to the bright city lights up ahead. “What are all those lights? Where are we?”
“Vegas, Peach. Have you ever been to Las Vegas?”
“No,” she sat up in her seat to get a better look. “Are we going to Vegas?” Excitedly, she bounced up and down, “Are we? Oh my gosh! Las Vegas? Can you take this big ole truck through there?”
He laughed, “Yes, we are going to Vegas and no, we’re not going in the truck, Princesa, I am going to park it and someone will come pick us up.”
“Whoa! Really? Shit! I look like crap, I’m dirty and nasty. I’m not gonna be prancing around town like this!” Marti was commando, no clean bra and panties left in her bag and she wasn’t about to walk around Sin City in grimy sexed up clothes.
“No worries, I have it all taken care of.” He chuckled to himself. Money could do that... take care of everything.
“You what? What do you mean all taken care of?”
“It’s a surprise, Peach, just trust me. Have I led you astray, yet?” his eyes twinkled at her.
“No smart ass, you’ve never led me astray, well...maybe…once….or twice…” she giggled, reaching over to touch his arm. He shivered, glancing at her with a cheeky smile on his face. She looked up at him, he is so fucking hot! Her face was stuck in a perma- smile. This trip was getting way more exciting by the second. She turned to watch the city lights up ahead, taking everything in as they came closer and closer.
He pulled into the parking lot of a truck stop right outside of town, threw his shirt on and stepped down out of the truck. He glanced at Marti, “Hold on a sec, Princesa, I’ll be right back. Gimme a few,” as he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed.
The attendant came over to the truck, “Hello Mr. Vargas, what can I do for you?”
He gestured to the big rig. “Take care of this truck, will ya?”
“Sure thing, Sir!” he hurried off to get some help.
After a few exciting minutes, a long black limo pulled into the parking lot and surprisingly stopped right next to the truck. A tall, handsome man wearing a chauffeur’s uniform stepped out of the car and opened the side door. He stood right by the door, looking straight ahead, just like they did in the movies.
Nick jumped up on the step and opened her door. Grabbing her hand and helping her out. ”Come on, Peach, let’s go.”
Marti’s eyes got huge. She inhaled sharply, trying to catch her breath. “We’re going in that?”
“Yep! You didn’t think we were gonna ride this truck through town, did you? Come on!” His smile was so dreamy; his eyes sparkling golden brown specks as she got out of the truck and into the limo. Mr. Handsome Chauffeur closed the door behind them, got in and drove away.
Marti was in awe. “Holy shit, Nick, this car is amazing!”
“Glad you like it, my sister designed it for me.’
“It’s yours? This freakin’ limo-of-a-lifetime is yours?” She squealed. The inside of the limo was incredible, steel grey leather seats, plush dark charcoal carpet, blue and white lighting along the ceiling. A Bose sound system, and a fully stocked bar with any drink you could think of.
“Yes, Peach, it’s mine.” He laughed, pleasantly surprised at her reaction. “Sometimes I have business to do here in Vegas and the car is ready and waiting for me whenever I need it.” He reached over to grab her.
“Hold on, what’s this?” she asked, playing with some knobs on the ceiling.
“Those are lights, here, look.” as he turned on the ceiling lights and turned off the side lights.
“Ooh, that’s cool, kind of romantic, huh, big boy.” she giggled. Sliding her hand across her hip and down her thigh, Jessica Rabbit style.
Nick sat down on the plush leather seat. “Come here, my little peach.”
“No, I’m nasty! I really need to shower.”
“So do I, so let’s be nasty together,” he laughed, pouring her a glass of champagne.
As they drove down The Strip, Marti chugged her champagne jumping from one side of the limo to the other, amazed at all the lights and tall buildings. Palm trees lined the streets, it was a cool evening for the desert, but heaven compared to Georgia heat. “You know, I’ve only seen Las Vegas in movies and pictures. I didn’t know it would be so amazing! What are we gonna do first?”
“It’s a surprise.” His eyes twinkled as he casually watched her, taking in her excitement. He could do this all day. She was a breath of fresh air, and the fact that she didn’t care what other people thought of her was so invigorating. Being a part of a family of his stature tended to stifle the novelty and thrill of daily life. Being with Marti brought it all back again.
They pulled up to the front of the biggest hotel Marti had ever seen, her eyes wide with wonder. “Oh my gosh, is this where we are staying? Holy moley! Nick, damn!!”
The outside of the casino was covered with glass rectangles at least three stories high, reflecting the bright lights of the city. Windows and glass covered the whole building and the street was full of people from all over the world. Marti’s mouth dropped, overwhelmed at all the wonder of it all.
The limo door opened, “Hello, Mr. Vargas, how are you this evening, Sir? Your suite is ready; I’ll have your bags brought up immediately.”
Turning to Marti, a smile spread across his face. She was so down-to-earth. He forgot what it felt like to be this amazed at something or someone. The responsibilities of Vargas International had consumed the last twenty years of his life. He gazed at her a moment, watching her take in the city. “Come on, Princesa, they’re kicking us out,” he joked as he took her hand and helped her out of the car.
She walked as if she were walking the red carpet. Tank top, cutoffs and flip flops. Commando, sticky and stinky and he made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She slipped her hand through the crook of his arm as they walked through the casino. He was hers for the night and she was going to make their last night together incredible.