Only in Vegas by Lindsey Brookes Read Free Book Online Page A

She’d bought it for him every Christmas since moving into the apartment across from his. 
    “Everything okay?”
    Angie’s gaze snapped up to meet his and she was forced to reel in her tongue.  While she had always considered Trey good looking, tonight she found herself noticing just how good looking he really was.
    Better than chocolate.
    “Angel?”
    She smiled.  “I’m fine.”
    That is, if one didn’t count being a late bloomer whose sex-drive seemed to finally be kicking into gear.
    “You sure?”
    “I just wish I had known we were coming here,” she said, looking down at her outfit.  Trey had called her cell with the change of destination right after she’d left her apartment to meet him.  “I would have worn something more appropriate.”
    His gaze did a slow sweep over her.  “Stop worrying.  You look great.”
    There was no time to change her mind and ask Trey to take her elsewhere as the hostess greeted them. “Smoking or non-smoking?”
    “Non,” Trey replied.  “We have reservations for two under Landers.  Window seating.” 
    The woman checked her book then smiled at them.  “I see it right here.”  She glanced across the room.  “Your table is ready.  Follow me.”
    Grabbing two menus, the hostess led them across the candlelit dining room to a table next to the wall of windows that overlooked the city below.  After handing them their menus and telling them their waitress would be right with them, she left to seat another couple who had just arrived.    
    “See, Angel,” Trey whispered against her ear as he helped her into her chair, “she didn’t say one word about your inappropriate state of dress.” 
    A shudder moved through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive lobe of her ear.  “Trey,” she said, pushing him away.
    He chuckled.  “Just kidding.”
    She knew that.  “Face it.  The only reason she didn’t notice what I was wearing was because she was too busy checking you out.”
    “Me?”
    She rolled her eyes as she shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it over the back of her seat.  “As if you didn’t notice.”
    He rounded the table then took his place across from her.  “Why would I when I’m with the sexiest woman in the place?”
    She shook her head.  “I swear you must have been Irish in another life.”
    Trey gave a husky laugh as he reached for his dinner napkin.  “Why’s that?”
    “Because you’re so full of blarney.”
    “Call it what you will,” he said as he unfolded the linen dinner napkin and lowered it onto his lap.  “A man’s entitled to his opinion.” 
    Angie’s gaze moved past him, taking in the view of the city at the foot of Mount Washington.  Towering skyscrapers and lines of rushing traffic lit the night.  As did the boats that were gliding up and down the three rivers past Point State Park where the city’s famous fountain located at the water’s edge shot a spray of colorful water one hundred and fifty feet up into the air. 
    “The view here is breathtaking,” she said with an appreciative sigh.  She’d never tire of seeing the city at night.
    “I have to agree,” Trey replied, his voice low and laced with a sexy huskiness that made her pulse race.
    Angie laughed softly.  “You haven’t even looked out the window yet.”  She watched a slow smile move across his face, one that warmed her from the inside out.
    “I wasn’t referring to the city.”
    It didn’t matter that she had grown up with Trey’s teasing jests most of her life, his compliment tonight had her practically squirming in her chair.
    “Angelina Rossi at a loss for words?” Trey teased.  “Now that’s a first.”
    “Me at a loss for words?”  She laughed.  “Only in your dreams.”
    “Every night.”
    She reached for the tented napkin on the plate in front of her and draped it across her lap.  Then she grabbed for the menu, raising it in front of her face in an effort to hide the telltale color in her