The memory took away some of my buzz and I was grateful for the woman who materialized in front of me.
Let me tell you, waitresses in Vegas were amazing. The drink I’d ordered from said waitress before Eddie had stolen me away found me. Just as I was about to swallow it down in one gulp, it was wrenched from my fingers without spilling a drop. And there was Eddie swallowing it down.
The waitress hadn’t moved. We were far too close to the elevators. Eddie though had pulled out a wad of cash and peeled off a couple of bills and gave them to her. She curtseyed of all things before toddling off.
Mustering all the anger I could, I said, “That was my drink.”
“You’ve had enough.”
I closed the distance and poked his rock-solid chest.
“If I’m old enough to get married, then I’m old enough to drink how ever much I want.” I stepped back. “Now I’m going to find that guy and give him the best damn ride of his life.”
Before I could make my grand exit, Eddie caught my wrist.
“Is that really what you want? To hook up with some guy you don’t know.” He held my gaze. “I remember the girl who wanted to get married first.”
I’d been stupid to tell him that. But I’d been a naïve girl. If he only knew, that little girl though, she would marry him.
“Yeah, I’m not twelve anymore. I’m a grown ass woman and I’ll screw who I want.”
He didn’t let go and the growl from his chest stopped me.
“Never. Going. To. Happen.”
I blame alcohol on my slow reactions. A squeak let loose from my mouth as he scooped me up and over his shoulder. Which was saying something considering I wasn’t beauty pageant thin like my sister. I was a girl with curves, lots of them.
He smoothed my short skirt over my bottom, holding it there so I wouldn’t flash anyone, as he marched us into an open elevator and up we went. My protests were weak as I was busy fighting the sudden nausea from being upside down.
When he put me on my unsteady feet, we were in his hotel room. I leaned into the wall and pushed at my hair, which fell wildly over my shoulders.
“I’m dizzy,” I said.
Then he was there, too damn close. So much so, I felt his long hard length pressed against me. I may have wigged some to put pressure on the place I really needed.
He stepped back and shook his head.
“I can’t do this. Chris would kill me,” I swore I heard him say.
“Chris?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he muttered.
He moved into the room, which I now realized was a suite. He stopped at a credenza and poured himself a drink, downing it all.
My mouth was suddenly dry, and not because I wanted some myself. With his shirt arms rolled to his elbows, his forearms were left exposed and they flexed with muscle. Though he looked like the lawyer he would be once he passed the bar exam, he was too damn sexy for words. Then there was the bulge in his pants.
A knock sounded at the door, stopping my heart for a second. Wanting escape, I opened it before Eddie could make his way over.
I recognized one of Eddie’s gorgeous friends from the casino.
“Hey,” I said, trying for sexy again as I leaned on the doorjamb.
His eyes swept up and down before he gazed at me with an I’m game if you are look and said, “Hey,” back.
A solid wall of muscle met my back as a possessive arm snaked around my waist.
“Wolf.”
Such an odd name for a hot guy. Though Eddie didn’t sound as friendly as he should. They were friends, right? Wolf seemed to sense the same danger I’d heard. He held Eddie’s gaze with a quizzical expression before nodding and lifting his hands in the universal sign of surrender.
“Yours, I get it.” Eddie didn’t dispute the claim. “You didn’t answer your text. We’re heading over to the Bellagio.”
“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said with what I imagined a stone-cold facial expression based on the tone of his voice.
Wolf walked away, looking mildly amused, which confused the hell out of me. Then again, my equilibrium, along with my morals, was bottle up as alcohol made me brazen.
I did a poor man’s version of a pirouette as I attempted to spin around as the door closed at my back. It didn’t matter that I swayed, I lifted my chin to glare up at Eddie who was far taller than me.
“What the hell was that all about? You’re being a total cock blocker.”
His glaze turned flinty. “Maybe I don’t want anyone to touch you.”
I aimed a fist at him. “How is that your decision?”
“Because no one is good enough for you,” he snarled, taking my wrist and pinning it to his side.