“I like that it gives me better access to your neck.” He softly kisses me on my neck but doesn’t do anything further .
Instead, he grabs my hand, and when the doors open, we walk out of the elevator and onto the casino floor. I let go of his hand as we walk through the casino. Several employees nod their heads at us in recognition—except they don’t recognize me. They are acknowledging Killian. I’m surprised to see a smile on most of their faces when they see him. They seem to like him. He’s probably a good boss, firm yet fair. I might be making a huge mistake, trying to take that away from the company, but I’m not trying to take it away. I’m just trying to improve upon that—whether that’s with me or someone else .
We exit the casino into the warm Vegas air. Killian comes to an abrupt stop. I expect him to have changed his mind. I expect him to decide we should spend the whole date back in my hotel room or go to his place, wherever that is .
“I should have let you change. Can you walk in those?” He points to my black high heels .
“Yes, I can walk just fine in these.” I’m surprised that he didn’t order a car .
He raises his eyebrow. “You couldn’t walk in them the other night .”
“I had too much to drink that night. Trust me, I’ll be fine. I’ve walked enough catwalks with heels twice as high and tighter dresses than this, all while being blasted with flashing lights. I’ll be fine.” The first part isn’t true. I didn’t have too much to drink that night. My body was just reacting to Killian’s stare as he walked me to his hotel room that night .
It’s the same stare he has on his face again as his eyes travel over my body before landing on my black bra that is visible beneath my dress .
“What are you doing ?”
“Trying to imagine you with less clothes or tighter clothes. I can’t imagine it. I’m going to need a show later .”
“This was a mistake .”
I turn to go back to my room, but he stops me .
“I’m kidding. Relax, princess.” He breathes slowly in and out, trying to get me to imitate him .
I roll my eyes at him .
“I’m just trying to make you smile, and apparently, I’m doing a terrible job. I’m a bit out of practice.” His eyes stay transfixed on mine .
I laugh. This guy is unbelievable .
His lips curl up slightly at the sight of me laughing. He looks around to find the cause of my laughter. “What’s so funny ?”
“You are. You don’t expect me to believe that you haven’t taken a different girl out every night. I bet you have had a different model or actress or showgirl in your bed every night this week.” I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for an answer .
“I don’t date. At least, I haven’t in a long time. Yes, I occasionally take a woman home to my bed, but even that happens rarely .”
“Define rarely .”
He shrugs. “Once a month. Lately, less than that .”
My eyes widen at his response, but I’m not sure I believe him .
“You are telling me, you only sleep with a woman once a month or less ?”
“Yes, I only fuck once a month or sometimes less .”
I wince again when he says fuck although it’s less apparent this time. That was not what I had expected .
“Why? You could have any woman you want on any night you want. You’re good-looking and intelligent. You make more money than ninety-nine percent of the population. Sure, you act like a cocky ass most of the time, but your looks more than make up for it.” I stop talking when I realize I’m rambling about all of Killian’s qualities. This is the opposite of flirting. I should just shut my mouth .
He smugly takes my hand back in his. “Come on, we have a long walk ahead if you are wearing those shoes. And I want to get to dinner on time .”
I sigh and go with him. “Why?” I ask again .
He pulls me around a group of people dressed up like the band Kiss. They are followed by a woman who’s dressed up as Dolly Parton .
Really?