What happened in Vegas: Didn't Stay In Vegas! by R. Lorelei Read Free Book Online Page B

dark silhouette of his face, and he said to
me, “ It ’ s taking everything
in me to be professional with you. ”
    Feeling the
heat from his body I begged him, “ Don ’ t
be. ”
    There,
I ’ d given him the go ahead. He could do something,
anything now. I was willing him to do anything. I
couldn ’ t see him but I feel him close. He knows
it ’ s mutual now. I imagined him grabbing me hard by the
hips and thrusting his dick into me while kissing me passionately
but I said and I did nothing. I waited for his move. He made none.
I was frustrated now, almost angry.
    All code
purples paled in comparison to this one. I wanted this man so bad I
could taste it. I refused to throw myself at his feet but I needed
to know what was stopping him. Maybe we could correct it. I
couldn ’ t leave without knowing. I had to ask, “ Why aren ’ t
you? ”
    He turned the
light on, like water being dumped onto the remnants of a fire his
lascivious look transforms into one of discouragement. “ Nick, ” he seethed.

 
     
    ~16~
    I was really looking forward to my time off. My plan,
other than grocery shopping; I intended to live in the loft like a
total recluse. I wouldn ’ t: open a door for
anyone, answer a phone no matter who it was, and wear anything
other than my Jammys.
    I turned my
alarm off, and on day one I slept in to a whopping seven
o ’ clock. I stayed in bed for an extra hour before I
started getting fidgety and I had to get up. Coffee was first on my
agenda, after that the rest of the day was spent cleaning and
watching old Bachelor episodes on my personal video
recorder.
    I chose day two
to go grocery shopping, so I could spend the last day recovering
from day two ’ s excursion. It was a
fine plan. My hours were quickly becoming more normal, on day two;
I didn ’ t wake until eight o ’ clock, but skipped
the extra hour of just lying in bed. I had my coffee and dressed
respectably in a pair of jeans that I proudly wore fifteen years
ago and still fit me today, with a grey blouse and
sneakers.
    The weather was
warm coat friendly with a slight chance of snow, but I decided to
take my chances and nixed the idea of boots. I picked a grey jacket
to match my blouse and headed for Snowball. I apologized to her for
making her work today, but I absolutely needed groceries for the
rest of the week. I wasn ’ t your average
grocery shopper. I never went to the same store repeatedly, and I
didn ’ t follow sales. I went wherever my mood took me and
today it was suburbia Oakville to a store called Whole Foods, which
sold organic everything.
    Snowball was
happy when we got to the parking lot of Whole Foods. She was
surrounded by cars just like her. There were no worries about
anyone scratching or denting her here, I would never tell her this,
but she wasn ’ t necessarily the
prettiest car in this parking lot. I parked her where only one
other car could park next to her and headed into the
store.
    I grabbed a small shopping cart, (there were
no large ones because it was assumed that nobody could afford to do
a full grocery shop at this store), because the prices were so
exorbitant. I strolled down aisle after aisle, taking my time. I
never once expected to hear anyone calling out my name until I
found myself standing in the same aisle as Bradley. I was
flabbergasted bumping into him here, of all places, looking like
this, and did I mention so far away from where we work?
    Bradley ’ s shaggy brown hair
was freshly cut and still shaggy. I could picture running my
fingers through his sexy hair. He was wearing a black dress shirt
with the top two buttons undone, with faded jeans, and cowboy
boots. I swore to myself I wasn ’ t going to drool over
him because that would put me in the same class with the rest of
female staff at the General. I wasn ’ t sure who I was
kidding except for myself. I was already in that category every
single female was in once they met him. He received attention
wherever he went, and his