Bet Me Something (Something Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

to get a
tattoo or a piercing? Go for it. I’m totally nonjudging, especially in Vegas.”
    Some of my
self-confidence was starting to flicker back to life after having taken such
blows from my mother and sister-in-law at the party. “So you don’t intend to
meet up with hordes of women there and leave me somewhere tonight, right?” There
was no way to sugarcoat it: Colby was a player. Women clamored over him for
both his looks and his money.
    Something akin
to regret flashed in his features before he answered. “I shudder to think about
the tales you’ve heard, but I promise I’m there with you this weekend. Well,
not with you…”
    I rolled my
eyes, annoyed he’d felt the need to clarify that point. “I get it. But what if
I meet a hot guy at a bar, you wouldn’t cockblock me, right?” I didn’t have any
intention of doing so, given that I’d have the opportunity to spend time with
Colby; however I couldn’t resist wondering what he thought of the idea.
    He chuckled.
“Technically, I wouldn’t cockblock you, since he’s the one with the co—You know
what, girls aren’t supposed to use that term, anyhow. Wait, what are you
talking here? Dancing and flirting or taking him back to your room?”
    “Dancing and
flirting. It takes a guy a lot more than one night to convince me to sleep with
him.” Yeah, like a whole lot more. Colby was unaware of my V card, and I
intended to keep it that way for now.
    He looked
relieved, and I tried not to read anything into it.
    “Okay, agreed.
Anything else?”
    I shook my head.
“Just a big thank you for this. I’ve never been to Vegas,” I whispered, hugging
him tightly.
    His strong arms
went around me. “Even more reason to take you, then. And there’s a purpose
behind the saying, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.’ So if you want to go
wild, by all means.”
    Oh, boy. If he
could read my mind, he’d see the sexual fantasy starring him running through
it. Maybe my school plans were derailed for the moment, but I did have this
weekend alone with him in Sin City. With one door closing, maybe I could gather
the courage to open another.
    ***
    I would’ve been
more than happy to fly commercial, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain
about sharing Colby’s private jet. I’d grown up with money, but not the private-jet
type. Plus, the wealth belonged to my parents, and if ever I forgot about it
for a moment, my mother would be happy to remind me.
    Deciding to put
off talking to her until after the weekend, I sent my dad a text message saying
I’d decided to spend the next couple of days with friends and would call them
on Monday. It would go over like a lead balloon when my mom found out, but for
once, I didn’t care. She may be able to manipulate me financially into moving
home, however my time wasn’t a commodity she could control. So I had every
intention of enjoying a couple of days of unabashed fun with absolutely no
plan. I’d never done something like this before and found the prospect
thrilling.
    Las Vegas upon
first glance was impressive. Twinkling lights everywhere in different colors
against a painted sky of pink and yellow with the sun going down. And that
assessment was only from the car window on the way from the airport. The
illumination from the city shined brightly as we were driven to the hotel.
    Upon check-in we
were treated like rock stars, and I received a quick tour of the lobby and
casino, both of which boasted beautiful chandeliers and upscale decor. Being
with the owner certainly had its perks I discovered when we were handed glasses
of champagne. Hotels might be more of his older brother’s gig, but it became
clear Colby was proud to be an owner, too.
    “This place is
awesome,” I breathed as we stepped onto the elevator.
    “Thanks. The
remodel five years ago really gave it more of an classy boutique feel, and the
casino is top rated. What do you feel like doing?”
    “Gamble, food,
drinks.”
    He smiled.
“Sounds like