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“Then I’ll pick you up in your room at seven-thirty. Will that be enough time for you to get ready?”
“Yes.” A beautiful smile crossed her lips.
“Good. We’ll dine in one of the restaurants here in the hotel. That way, we won’t risk seeing your friends.”
“Okay.”
“What’s your room number?” I asked.
“2410.”
“I’ll see you at seven-thirty, Stella.” I smiled as I stood from my seat and walked away.
I met up with Levi and Laurel, sitting at one of the blackjack tables.
“You two go to dinner without me tonight.” I placed my hand on Levi’s shoulder.
“What? Why?”
“I’m taking a beautiful woman to dinner.”
The corners of his mouth curved upward. “You’re wife hunting in Vegas?”
“No, and shut the fuck up. We ran into each other in the hallway when she was trying to find the pool area. She’s sexy as sin, and I need to de-stress.” I winked. “Wasn’t that the reason we came here?”
“Describe her.” He smirked.
“Five foot eight, long brown hair, beautiful green eyes, perfect body—anything else you’d like to know?”
“Age?”
“I don’t know. I’d say late twenties.”
“Good for you. Have fun tonight.” He grinned.
“I intend to.” I walked away and headed to my suite.
* * *
Stella
“I can’t believe you’re not feeling good,” Jordyn shouted as she stood in the bathroom, getting ready to leave.
“It was the drinks and the hot sun.” I pulled the covers over my head. “I probably have sun poisoning.”
“You do not. We weren’t even out there that long.” She walked over to the bed and stared down at me. “Are you sure you can’t come?”
“I feel really sick. Apologize to Morgan for me.”
“Fine. I will. I hope you feel better.” She leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you later.”
The second the door shut, I threw back the covers, took a quick shower, and got ready for dinner with Miles. I felt bad for lying to my best friend, but if I would have told her I was ditching her for some guy I’d just met, she’d be pissed. This trip had been planned for months, and that’s all she and the other girls talked about.
After curling the ends of my long brown hair and dabbing on pink lipstick, I slipped into my short, black, fitted dress with thin straps and the black heels I’d brought.
The knock at the door caused an intense fluttering in my belly, for I was nervous as hell. Walking over to the door, I opened it and gulped as Miles stood there in a pair of dark gray designer suit pants and a white buttoned dress shirt with a tie while holding his suit coat over his shoulder.
“Wow.” He grinned. “You look beautiful.”
