This is a rewrite of 'Vegas', combining both Books. While maintaining the theme, it offers a completely different and fresh take for the main characters.
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world -- thesoundandfury - not only for his editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer.
Chapter 10: An unhappy ending
"Can I ask you something?" Rosie said to her boyfriend.
Daniel grinned. Despite his refreshing shower, he still felt worn out by this sexy woman. He wasn't that sure he was up for another 'session' right there and then. Nor did his busy morning schedule allow him that luxury. "Anything you want, Rosie," he hesitantly told her. "But I don't have time—"
Her laugh was delightful. "Oh, I could change your mind if that's what I had in mind," she murmured, crossing the room and throwing her arms around him. Her kiss was soft, loving. She cocked her head to one side inquisitively as she thoughtfully took a step away. She opened her mouth to speak, unsure of how to go about this. Instead, she picked up the paper from the nearby table.
"The English lovers," she read aloud, pushing the two-day old edition of the
Las Vegas News
into his hand.
Ah, so that was it, Daniel thought, feeling his scalp begin to burn uncomfortably. "Rosie…" he began, then stopped. This was delicate. She'd been through enough without the need to worry her further.
She flopped down in the chunky chair. "Rosie, indeed," she nodded. "Daniel, I've told you everything about my life. I thought you had, too. You've told me about your friendship with Holly but you've never mentioned this. Why?"
His heart caught in his chest. Should he explain everything that'd happened? Or keep it simple. He and Holly had had a brief thing, but that had been a one-off. There was no relationship other than their newfound close friendship. Keep it straightforward, he told himself. "Because it's not true," he said out loud, the shrug of his shoulders not entirely convincing.
"Charlie kept things from me, Daniel," she quietly told him, her eyes looking at the floor. It was as if she didn't want to look into his face for fear of what she'd see. "I never want to be in a relationship like that again. I want us to know everything about each other. No secrets."
"I want that too, Rosie," he smiled. "We
do
have that type of relationship!"
"If the story's not true," she continued, her green eyes sweeping up to find his, fixing on his face now, "why would the newspaper print a story like that?"
"Why?" he nervously laughed. "Because Holly and I were knocked out of that tournament at the same time. By Doyle. It was news. And we're both amateurs. From England. So they thought they'd elaborate to make it a bigger deal. Sell more papers, understand?"
"Don't patronise me," she angrily said, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's a straightforward question, Daniel. Why haven't you said anything about the article? Couldn't you have warned me about it, rather than letting me find out by accident?"
"Yes," he conceded. That much was true. Had it not been for the grain of truth in the story, he would have told her a couple of days ago. And why the hell hadn't he confessed about him and Holly anyway? He'd told her most everything else about his life. "That was thoughtless," he said, crossing the room and taking her hand in both of his. "There's just been so much going on lately…"
"I know," she said, her face softening. "The story should be about us, shouldn't it? A whirlwind romance, isn't that what they call it?"
Daniel joined in her laughter. "Something like that. But it doesn't feel good to have anything published about my private life…"
"I know," she said, bouncing to her feet and crossing her arms around his neck again. This kiss was longer, deeper. "It's a relief to know there isn't anything between you and Holly. I guess I'm just feeling vulnerable…"
Daniel's hands on her breasts stopped her mid sentence. The formal presentations of his and Holly's Practically Poker bonus cheques were less than an hour away. They didn't have time. But somehow, those tits were irresistible.
"Mmmm," the redhead moaned into his mouth, her own hands dropping to unzip his jeans. "Someone needs attention…"
"Rosie," he grunted. They really didn't have time—
Her mouth cut his thoughts off. "No more surprises, Daniel," she told him, panting the words as her tongue lapped up and down his hardening shaft. "Think of this as your reward."
The Englishman grunted again when she deep throated him.
***
It felt like they'd been making love all night. They had—apart from brief naps. But even those brief moments of sleep had been disturbed when one or the other woman awoke and began the pleasuring again.
They'd already agreed to spend the next night together, once Lisa returned to the hotel from her Vegas promotional appearances. But with the blonde licking Grace to another orgasm, tonight seemed a long way away. How many had she had since they'd arrived back in Lisa's suite in the early hours?
She pushed her ass upwards as the climax ran through her, arching her sweat covered body so that only the back of her shoulders and the soles of her feet touched the bed. Her toes dug into the mattress and her fingers clawed at the bedclothes as one guttural moan after another faded away into the empty air.
"Two angels together," Lisa purred, looking upwards from her place at the foot of the bed. Flat on her stomach, she continued the slow, teasing movements of her fingers and tongue as if pacing Grace down from her orgasm. "You've come a long way, baby girl."
Grace let her body relax on the crumpled white sheets. God, she was sore. Lisa was right, she
had
come a long way, and in such a short space of time. And now she was invincible. Grace Lane—Superstar! This lifestyle would never end.
Her eyes met Lisa's. The blonde's hair was matted to her face and yet she'd never looked sexier. "God, I'd forgotten how good you are—" Grace panted, her voice sounding as raw as it felt.
