Chapter three
He was sitting there holding onto his forehead and drinking vast amounts of orange juice and coffee. He was shaking his head and obviously trying to piece together what happened after we left the restaurant.
“I feel I need to apologize, but I don’t exactly know what for. I remember challenging you to a drinking contest. I thought for sure this morning I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. You didn’t have to leave me in my clothes.” I did unless I wanted to take the risk of temptation biting me in the ass.
“What kind of girl do you take me for? Don’t answer that. I did have the opportunity of taking advantage of you. You would have been none the wiser.” I was making it sound like I was an honorable woman, but I knew one look at his anatomy would have been my downfall.
“I sometimes have a problem. I can go cold Turkey, but after the job is done some part of me wants to drink away the memory.” I was eating a dish to make fun of his ailment. The eggs were runny and the bacon had the extra fat dripping off of it.
“I don’t want to see any of this behavior for the next couple of days.” Last night, I had laid him on the bed and suddenly envisioned riding him yelling ‘Heehaw” like I was taming a wild bull. The feelings were so intense it almost made me rip his clothes off and have my way with him.
“I can assure you this is a one-time thing. I already took my hangover remedy upstairs before I came down to join you for breakfast. Your attempt to make my stomach turn is to no avail.” He was a little gray around the edges, but he didn’t look like he was going to be sick anytime soon.
“This place is always busy in the morning during the buffet. The noise is perfect to prevent anybody from overhearing our conversation.” He was going to be shocked by my audacity. I was banking on it.
These people were in the same sorry shape with bags under their eyes from overindulging. Some were running on caffeine and whatever drug to keep them awake to gamble even more. The stories in their eyes told me how far they had fallen from grace.
“I was a little overzealous last night. Targeting you was a mistake for a potential conquest. I did wake up with a taste of pussy in my mouth.” I sputtered on a forkful of eggs and bacon.
“There’s no reason to talk about it. I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you.” I said it in a serious tone to make him believe revisiting the past wasn’t a good idea.
“I will refrain from mentioning it again.” I leaned forward with the dress moving to give him more than an eyeful. This one was white and virginal. There was no way to claim I was a virgin and my experience was intensely seen in my eyes.
“We have business to conduct. Today we are going to talk about the venue for the wedding.” He cocked an eyebrow at the very mention of commitment. He suddenly smiled and instinctively understood I was using code.
“I’m going to bow to your expertise. I’ve learned the hard way a happy wife is a happy life. This wasn’t my idea. My family wanted a huge wedding in a church with all of our friends. Eloping was your idea to prevent us from losing our minds.” I was testing him and he was passing with flying colors.
The colorful Hawaiian shirt was a little gaudy but he seemed to make it work even with the short beige cargo pants.
“I’ve already talked to the manager and made all the arrangements at the small chapel down the street. I would like to have it here, but the expenses are more than I’m willing to pay.” He was listening intently and it finally dawned on him the place I wanted to rob was my second home.
“I have heard in passing this place is rather extravagant. The suites upstairs are for the high rollers. I’ve always wanted to take part in their annual card game.” He was getting the drift of my conversation. The money at the table downstairs in the casino was nothing compared to what was being doled out by those who had more money than brains.
“I believe we will set the time for 5:00 PM. The cake will be cut 15-minutes later and then we will be out the door 5-minutes after.” I had a plan and 5:00 was perfect, but I was going to switch the PM for AM. Their guard would be significantly diminished after drinking themselves into a stupor.
“I doubt I’m going to get much sleep. The excitement will be too much and we might want to consider getting something stronger from the pharmacy.” He was playing along with the analogy and making a strong case for some kind of gas to enter the room before us.
“We don’t want to fall asleep during the honeymoon.” I signaled with the room number using one hand to tap it on his leg under the table. I felt something moving and I didn’t have to be drawn a map to his over inflated manhood.
“I don’t need much in the way of stimulation when I’m with you. I can go all night and I plan to put my money where my mouth is.” He was essentially saying his cock had a mind of its own. I smiled and gave it a squeeze to see his need outweigh his good sense.
“Easy and you might want to pace yourself. The honeymoon isn’t until tomorrow night. I have this feeling you can’t be trusted in the same room with me. You might have guessed getting separate rooms was necessary.” His was down the hall from mine but he didn’t need to know that.
“We are in Las Vegas. You do know the saying that people live by. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. We should take in a show and check out the sites. We are wasting an opportunity to immerse ourselves into the lavish culture.” He did make a valid point. There was very rarely any time to smell the roses. I usually stayed cloistered in an undisclosed location until game time.
“I do believe I might just take you up on your offer. There’s no reason why we can’t throw around some money. There’s always more where that came from.” I was inferring to the robbery at how much we were going to lay our hands on. The figure I had mentioned was most likely going to exceed my expectations.
“I suppose you have a list of the guests and where they’re going to be sitting.” I touched to my nose and my due diligence had already informed me of what kind of wealth and influence was going to be at the table.
“We do think alike. I’m looking forward to the honeymoon. I hope you have been thinking about ways to make it special. I have some interesting attire which should be perfect for the occasion.” Anybody who had amazing hearing would think mistakenly I was talking about lingerie. The attire in question was black with a mask.
“I would like to see what you have, but I would rather be surprised. I took the liberty of acquiring some toys with many different settings for your pleasure.” I heard somebody coughing and an elder lady was obviously using her hearing aid to listen into conversations.
Those implements weren’t necessary and I had no interest in laying my hands on a gun. If everything went according to plan there was not going to be a reason to hurt anyone.
“I’ve never been partial to those things that can take away from the fun. We might need them in the future, but the honeymoon should be more skin to skin. I hope you live up to the hype.” I smiled lovingly, basically telling him guns were forbidden unless he wanted to reconsider this partnership.
“I think you might change your mind when you see what I have to enhance things. If not, then we can certainly find some kind of compromise to make us both happy.” I was willing to discuss things.
“There’s not a moment to lose. There are so many things we want to see and experience before the wedding.” I was getting that itch I wasn’t going to be able to scratch alone. After the job, I would find some unsuspecting young stud and put a smile on his face. The last time still stuck with me.
We got up and I froze completely terrified like the hand of death was on my shoulder. Standing in the front lobby was Timothy with a buxom young blonde. Somehow he had gotten away and his threat of retaliation was never forgotten.