Ifeed quickly on more of the bagged blood I brought with me.It quells the blood lust, but again, the hunger for Rogan’s blood remains.
He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.
Has he?
He saved me from the thugs last night, but wouldn’t any man be so chivalrous?
He sure seemed to be able to leave this morning without any regrets.His “have a safe trip” was clearly an afterthought.
I leave my suite, dressed to kill, and wander to the elevator.I look around before I press the button.Rogan said he had his own elevator.Where is it?
It’s no surprise that I slept through him bringing me back to my suite.I was sated from his blood and from an orgasm.Still, he must have been pretty quiet and gentle.I’m not a heavy sleeper.
And why bother?
Why not let me sleep at his place?
Is he one of those guys who doesn’t like women to stay over?I roll my eyes.Probably.Well, I’ll take care of that.
I hit the down button, and an elevator arrives and the doors open.I get in, joining several others.
“I can’t believe that progressive jackpot yesterday,” a woman says.
“I know.Can you believe the luck?Why don’t those things ever happen to me?”
“Pure chance,” the first one says.
“I heard Jennifer Lopez’s mom hit one once,” another says.“Her daughter has all the money in the world.What’s her mom need with a jackpot?”
“Not fair.”This time a man.
The elevator arrives and the doors part.Thank God.I’ve had enough of the gamblers whining.Las Vegas is all about the house.Don’t they know that?Sure, sometimes you beat the odds.But still, the odds are the house will take your money and you’ll go home broke.
I exit the elevator and head toward the concierge’s desk.
“May I help you?”a young woman asks.
“Yes.Where might I find Victor Rogan?”
“The owner?He doesn’t come down here.”
“He was here last night.”
“That was to congratulate the progressive winner.He’s usually not on the casino floor.”
“Okay.Where is he, then?”
“He has an office on this floor and in his penthouse.”
“Where’s his office on this floor?”I look around at the area.The casino is massive, but a few hallways trail off from the lobby.
“I… Do you have an appointment?”
“No.”
“Then I’m sure I can help you.Or one of the managers can.”
“I’m sorry.I want to see Victor Rogan.”