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We headed back to the room. I changed into a sundress, threw some cash, my license, and my phone into my small purse, and headed down to the casino. I wasn’t having any luck with the machine I was on, so I told Jordyn I was going to the other side to find a different machine.
“Go ahead. I’m doing pretty good. I’ll find you.” She smiled.
Sitting down at another machine that caught my attention, I put in a fifty-dollar bill and bet the minimum. Finally, I’d gotten the bonus and knew I was going to win. I could feel it.
“Oh, come on,” I said, as it wasn’t paying a penny.
When the bonus was completed, I looked at the winnings, which said zero. Twenty fucking spins, and I’d won nothing—zero, zilch, nada.
“You piece of shit!” I banged on the machine.
“I’m sure the casino wouldn’t appreciate you breaking their machine,” a low, rugged voice said from behind.
Turning around, Miles stood there with a smile. He took the seat next to me.
“Twenty spins, and I didn’t win a penny. That is bullshit. Total bullshit.”
He chuckled. “That’s the reason I only play the tables.”
“Well, I can’t afford to play the tables. Hell, I couldn’t even afford to put in the fifty dollars this machine stole from me.”
“Then why are you in Vegas?” he asked.
“Bachelorette party.” I sighed.
CHAPTER 5
Miles
She was beautiful—all five feet eight inches of her. When I ran into her in the hallway, I smiled, and when I saw her at the pool, I smiled. I also smiled as I walked by and saw her banging on the machine. Smiling was something I hadn’t done in a while.
“A bachelorette party? It’s not yours, is it?”
“God, no. I’m just along for the fun. I didn’t even want to come, but my best friend, Jordyn, forced me, even though she knows I’m jobless and can’t afford it right now.”
“I see. Have dinner with me tonight.”
“Seriously?” She cocked her head.
“Yes, seriously.” A smile crossed my lips.
“As much as I’d love to, I can’t. We’re going club hopping.”
“And how are you affording that? You’re jobless.” My brow arched.
“I’ll just have to keep drinks to a minimum.”
“You have to pay to get into the clubs, and the Vegas clubs aren’t cheap. Let me save you some money. Tell your friends you’re not feeling well and you’re staying in. Let me treat you to dinner and all the drinks you want.”
“What about your friends?” she asked. “I saw you sitting with them by the pool.”
“They won’t care. Trust me. Come on. You know you want to have dinner with me.” I smirked.
“Okay. I’ll have dinner with you. What time?”
“What time are your friends going clubbing?”
“We’re supposed to meet down in the lobby at six-thirty.”
