…”
“Stays in Vegas.” I managed to finish the line before drifting off to sleep.
Chapter Ten
I woke up to the pungent smell of coffee. I opened my eyes to find Drew sitting on the edge of the bed.
I stretched and groaned. “What time is it?”
“Almost one. In the afternoon, by the way.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that out from the sunlight.” Then an odd thought came to me. “What do you do with Cliff when you’re traveling? Leave him with your grandparents?”
“ No. Grandma has enough to worry about without Cliff being there. There’s a retired couple living on the boat next to me. They look after him.”
I managed to get my eyes to focus. Based on how he looked, I could tell he had already showered. His hair was still damp, he had shaved, and he was wearing gray slacks and a white button-down shirt that was tucked in.
“Are you going to a business meeting?”
He laughed. “No. This is what I brought to wear today. Sometimes I class it up a little when I’m here.”
He was obviously being sarcastic, but he did look nice.
“Coffee?” He held out a cup toward me.
I reached for it. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me yet. If you drink real coffee, you’ll be disappointed. All they had was decapitated.”
While I had managed to get my eyes to focus, the last thing he said made me wonder if my ears weren’t working properly. “Say that again?”
“Decapitated. And yes, I know it’s decaffeinated, but that’s what I call it.”
I sat up. “Of course you would.”
I was still on top of the comforter, and still in the same clothes I’d worn all day yesterday and last night. I felt gross.
“I need to get a shower. ” I sipped the coffee. “And by the way, I didn’t bring anything that matches your so-called classy outfit.”
“Not a problem,” he said, getting up to leave the room. “ We’ll take care of that. I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready.” He walked out, closing the door behind him.
The living room. This was the first time I had ever stayed in a hotel suite before, and as I thought about it, I realized it was bigger and nicer than my apartment. So was the bathroom, in fact, and I spent quite a while in there savoring the large bathtub with water jets.
Thirty minutes later, I was feeling completely refreshed and awake. I dressed in the clothes that I told him didn’t live up to his, and when I came out of the bedroom that was the first thing he mentioned.
“I love those shorts but I’d rather be the only person in Vegas who knows what your ass looks like.”
“They’re not that short.” I pulled at them a little. “They’re just tight.”
He stood and walked to me. “If you’re trying to tease me, it’s working. But we have to focus. At least until we get back here.”
We went downstairs and grabbed a quick bite in the restaurant, then it was on to a shop on the first floor of the hotel and I was trying on dresses. I found what I considered to be a rather typical little black dress, but when Drew saw me in it, he insisted that I get it. I also picked out some matching shoes. We had a minor disagreement over who was paying, and he ended up insisting upon that, too.
We went back up to the suite. I needed to change, and Drew had promised me he would explain more about how he wins at blackjack.
We sat in the living room as I cut the tags off the new dress and tried on the new shoes. I was in a chair and Drew sat on the couch. He placed a deck of cards on the coffee table between us.
“ Now let me show you how I play, which is not at all how the casino wants you to play.”
I had moved to the floor by this point. I was still sitting across from him, but I was eye-level with the table now. I lo oked up at him. “This is why you told me not to ask you anything at the blackjack table last night, I guess? Your big secret? This is where I find out you’re a math genius or something.”
“Not exactly,” he said, shuffling the deck.
“Stays in Vegas.” I managed to finish the line before drifting off to sleep.
Chapter Ten
I woke up to the pungent smell of coffee. I opened my eyes to find Drew sitting on the edge of the bed.
I stretched and groaned. “What time is it?”
“Almost one. In the afternoon, by the way.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that out from the sunlight.” Then an odd thought came to me. “What do you do with Cliff when you’re traveling? Leave him with your grandparents?”
“ No. Grandma has enough to worry about without Cliff being there. There’s a retired couple living on the boat next to me. They look after him.”
I managed to get my eyes to focus. Based on how he looked, I could tell he had already showered. His hair was still damp, he had shaved, and he was wearing gray slacks and a white button-down shirt that was tucked in.
“Are you going to a business meeting?”
He laughed. “No. This is what I brought to wear today. Sometimes I class it up a little when I’m here.”
He was obviously being sarcastic, but he did look nice.
“Coffee?” He held out a cup toward me.
I reached for it. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me yet. If you drink real coffee, you’ll be disappointed. All they had was decapitated.”
While I had managed to get my eyes to focus, the last thing he said made me wonder if my ears weren’t working properly. “Say that again?”
“Decapitated. And yes, I know it’s decaffeinated, but that’s what I call it.”
I sat up. “Of course you would.”
I was still on top of the comforter, and still in the same clothes I’d worn all day yesterday and last night. I felt gross.
“I need to get a shower. ” I sipped the coffee. “And by the way, I didn’t bring anything that matches your so-called classy outfit.”
“Not a problem,” he said, getting up to leave the room. “ We’ll take care of that. I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready.” He walked out, closing the door behind him.
The living room. This was the first time I had ever stayed in a hotel suite before, and as I thought about it, I realized it was bigger and nicer than my apartment. So was the bathroom, in fact, and I spent quite a while in there savoring the large bathtub with water jets.
Thirty minutes later, I was feeling completely refreshed and awake. I dressed in the clothes that I told him didn’t live up to his, and when I came out of the bedroom that was the first thing he mentioned.
“I love those shorts but I’d rather be the only person in Vegas who knows what your ass looks like.”
“They’re not that short.” I pulled at them a little. “They’re just tight.”
He stood and walked to me. “If you’re trying to tease me, it’s working. But we have to focus. At least until we get back here.”
We went downstairs and grabbed a quick bite in the restaurant, then it was on to a shop on the first floor of the hotel and I was trying on dresses. I found what I considered to be a rather typical little black dress, but when Drew saw me in it, he insisted that I get it. I also picked out some matching shoes. We had a minor disagreement over who was paying, and he ended up insisting upon that, too.
We went back up to the suite. I needed to change, and Drew had promised me he would explain more about how he wins at blackjack.
We sat in the living room as I cut the tags off the new dress and tried on the new shoes. I was in a chair and Drew sat on the couch. He placed a deck of cards on the coffee table between us.
“ Now let me show you how I play, which is not at all how the casino wants you to play.”
I had moved to the floor by this point. I was still sitting across from him, but I was eye-level with the table now. I lo oked up at him. “This is why you told me not to ask you anything at the blackjack table last night, I guess? Your big secret? This is where I find out you’re a math genius or something.”
“Not exactly,” he said, shuffling the deck.
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