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

cheeks.  Color brought on not only by Trey’s flattery, but by thought of being a part of his dreams.  Dreams that took place in his bed.  She’d like to be a part of other things that took place in Trey’s bed.
    Angie fought the urge to fan herself.  What was wrong with her?  She hadn’t fantasized about sex with Trey since she was a hormonal teenager.  One who had a major crush on her best friend’s older brother.  Never a good thing.
    Much to her embarrassment, her nipples pressed against the flimsy confines of her white satin bra, zeroing in on Trey from behind her too thin, pale pink metallic tank.
    Down girls , Angie silently commanded of her uncooperative breasts.
    The girls weren’t listening.
    She sank down in her chair, just far enough to hide her overzealous body parts from Trey’s visual access.  Then she tried to refocus on their conversation.              
    “I have to say my dreams are a little more exciting than wishing you were vocally impaired,” he teased.
    She had no doubt. 
    Trey’s whole life was a lot more exciting than hers.  Not only was he a hot commodity on the date market, he had realized his dream about starting up his own company.  He had done it and quite successfully.  Having a business of her own was something she had always wanted.  Only her dream business would be to own her very own travel agency someday, one that specialized in cruises.  Of all the traveling she had done, she loved cruising the most.
    Angel sighed.  Maybe someday.
    “You’re frowning.”
    “What?” she said, his deep voice pulling her from her musing.
    “Please tell me you aren’t thinking about Rick.”
    Far from.
    “No,” she said, shaking her head.  “Just about life in general.”
    And you.
    He eyed her skeptically.  “Seeing as how life has you frowning, what do you say we leave life at the door and just enjoy ourselves tonight?”
    “Sounds great to me.”
    “Care to dance?”
    Angie glanced toward the empty floor.  “But no one’s dancing.”
    Trey stood and rounded the table, taking her by the hand.  “We are.”
    She allowed him to lead her to the dimly lit area where soft music played overhead.  She even allowed herself to be drawn into his arms, but that was the point where her reservations kicked in.
    “Trey, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
    “Dancing?”
    “Yes.  We’re the only ones out here.”  And it’s only making me want you more.
    “Relax, Angel.”
    “But this is crazy.” Ignore how good his
    hands feel gliding over your back.
    “No more so than your request for lessons in seduction.”  The warmth of his breath now caressed the sensitive area just behind her ear, making Angie shudder again.
    Another rush of heat assailed her.  Only this one bypassed her cheeks and headed south.  Below the belly button, between the thighs kind of south.
    Angel looked up, trying not to dwell on the very large, male hands resting low on her back.  Instead, she focused on Trey’s face with careful avoidance of his mouth which she kept thinking about kissing. 
    Trey lowered his head to nuzzle her curls.  “Mmm.  You smell good enough to eat.”
    Please, God, let there be fire extinguishers nearby, because she was about to go up in flames.  Rick had never said anything that had affected her this way.  Mentally or physically.
    Angie managed a nervous smile.  “It’s my new shampoo.  Rose lips.”
    His mouth moved into a grin.  “Lips?”
    “Hips!  Rosehips.”  This would be the perfect time for the floor to open up and swallow her whole.
    Trey gave another throaty chuckle, then reached up to run his thumb along the fleshy part of her bottom lip.  “Oh, I don’t know,” he said with a mischievous spark in his eyes.  “Rose lips pretty much describes yours perfectly.”
    She nearly tripped over her own feet.  “We’re talking about my hair, not my lips.”  At least she hoped so.  She didn’t think she could handle much more