Only in Vegas by Lindsey Brookes Read Free Book Online

the right places.”
    Oh, how she loved Kathy’s blatantly honest, yet humorous, perspective on life.  “If I wasn’t convinced I was doing the right thing before, I am now.  I certainly don’t want to wait so long to go to bed with a guy again that I’ll be worrying the whole time about him getting tangled up in my sagging breasts.”
    A loud snort erupted from the phone, followed by more laughter.  “Angie, you’re killing me here.  And I’m not wearing my waterproof mascara, so cut it out.”
    “You started it,” she said with a grin.  “I just hope your brother can help rid me of my sexual dysfunction.”
    “You’re too hard on yourself.”
    “You sound like Trey.”
    “Well, he’s right.  The problem isn’t in your ability to attract a man.  With your dark, sultry looks you could have your choice of eligible men.  It’s about finding the right man.”
    Angie rolled her eyes.  First Cindy.  Now Kathy.  “I’m not anything close to sultry.”
    “Tell that to the men who have permanent kinks in their necks from watching you walk past.  Trey included.”
    “Trey?”  Why wasn’t she aware of this?  Probably because it was most likely an exaggeration on her friend’s part.  Kathy had a tendency to do that.  “I think you’ve had one too many dinner cocktails in between meetings.”
    “Nope.  Club sodas with lime.  Now go to Vegas, get laid, and have fun.”
    “I’m not getting laid.  Just pretending to.”  What was it going to take to get that through Kathy’s head?  “And I promise it won’t interfere with work.  I have it all planned out.”
    “I’m not worried about your touring the hotels.  You’ve been to Vegas before.  I’m just sorry you got stuck with Rick on this trip.  The jerk.  Just go and have a good time with my brother - pretending.”
    “I’ll do my best.”
    “Okay, now despite the fact that you aren’t planning to have sex with my brother in Vegas, I’m still going to give you a quick tip before I shoot back into my meeting.  Having grown up sex is like eating chocolate.  You can do it slow or fast.  Little by little, or all at once.  And once you’ve tasted it, you’re hooked.  I mean , think about it, have you ever been able to have just one bite of chocolate?”
    “No.”  The foil wrappers lying in on the breakfast bar were proof of that.
    “Well, sex is no different.  Hang on a sec.”  Muffled conversation sounded at the other end of the line.  A few moments later, Kathy returned.  “Sorry to have to cut out on you, but I just got word my meeting’s about to start.  I’ve gotta run.  Have fun in Vegas!”  The hum of the dial tone replaced Kathy on the line.
    Angie returned the phone to its cradle then dropped back onto the bed with a grin.  “Chocolate, huh?”

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    The restaurant Trey had made reservations at that evening sat atop Mt. Washington, overlooking Three Rivers and the beautifully lit city of Pittsburgh.  It was a vast improvement from the burger joints Rick had always taken her to on their dates.
    Thankfully, the outfit she had chosen to wear that night could go either casual or dressy.  Fitted black jeans and matching pumps.  A shimmery pink tank top partially hidden beneath the black leather jacket that she’d worn to keep her warm on that slightly cool fall night. 
    While her attire was acceptable, Trey looked as though he had stepped right out of the pages of GQ magazine.  Pleated charcoal pants and a black cotton dress shirt left open at the collar did more than compliment his lean six foot something frame.
    Her gaze moved upward to his handsome face.  His chestnut hair, streaked by the summer sun, was combed back, curling at the base of his open collar. 
    She leaned closer to him, taking in his scent.  He smelled wonderful.  His aftershave of choice, one she knew quite well, Paul Sebastian, was woodsy with a subtle hint of Jasmine.  She should know.