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that had belonged to my mother in anticipation of the air conditioning on the strip. When I arrived at the hotel, my skin was beaded with sweat, but I'd at least remembered sunscreen so I wasn't fried. Red-heads with fair skin and the desert sun are a dangerous combination without some heavy-duty SPF.
    Brock had texted me his room number last night so I didn't bother to stop at the desk but rather headed straight for the elevators. Of course, he was near the top so I endured several floors of canned music before the doors dinged and I was able to step out onto his floor.
    Julien answered my knock, his easy grin prompting me to give him one in return. I didn't really know much about him other than the gossip at St. George, but he seemed nice enough. I supposed if Brock had to bring anyone with him to Vegas; Julien seemed like a good choice. Then again, I'd thought Reed was a better man than Brock, and I'd been completely wrong about him.
    “He's in the shower,” Julien said as I stepped inside a hotel room bigger than my apartment. “He decided to clean out the minibar last night.”
    “Enough said.” I rolled my eyes. We sat on the couch, one on either end, half facing each other. “You didn't indulge?”
    Julien shook his head. “I'm not much of a drinker. A beer every once in a while, but I'm too much of a control freak to let myself get completely wasted.”
    “A control freak?” I arched an eyebrow. “I must admit; that's one adjective I hadn't heard used to describe you.”
    His grin widened. “Oh, I'm sure I can imagine what you have heard. Brock told me you went to St. George. Rebecca Stirling's class, right?”
    I scowled and he laughed.
    “I guess that's my answer.” Julien pushed his hair out of his eyes. “I know how all the snobs at St. George criticized me because I didn't like their pretentious parties or care about whose daddies had the most money or the biggest yacht.”
    “That's because your dad always had the biggest yacht.” Brock's voice came from behind us.
    Desire flared in my stomach as I turned. He was fresh from the shower, wearing only a towel that barely covered everything. I had the sudden urge to lick the droplets of water from his tanned skin.
    “I'll be out in a couple minutes.” Brock winked at me as he turned, and a moment later I knew why. He tossed his towel back into the bathroom, giving me a clear and mouth-watering view of his tight ass as he walked away.
    “About yesterday,” Julien said, drawing my reluctant attention back to him. “I didn't know you worked at the club. Brock just said we were going out.”
    I waved a hand as I turned back around to face him. “It's a job, not like it was my life's ambition or anything. And at least I'm working.”
    He gave me a curious look. “What was your life's ambition then?”
    “Dance.” I smoothed down my dress. “Actual dance, not stripping.”
    He nodded. “I can see it. You have the body and grace of a dancer.” He flushed. “I mean–”
    “It's okay,” I said. “I know what you meant.” It was nice to know that all of Brock's friends didn't automatically assume that because I’m a stripper I was an easy lay.
    “All right.” Brock emerged from the bedroom looking as hot as ever. “Who's ready to have some fun?”
    When I entered the casino with Brock's arm around my waist and Julien on my other side, I was surprised at how many people stared at us. Then a man in an expensive suit hurried over and I realized that Brock was well-known here.
    “Mr. Michaels, a pleasure to see you again.” The man gave a little bow to Brock, then to me and Julien. “Welcome to your friends as well.”
    “Anything exciting going on tonight, Johnson?” Brock asked as he looked around the room.
    I glanced over at Julien and he seemed almost as unimpressed as I was. Apparently, he hadn't come to Vegas for the gambling. I looked around as Brock led Julien and me after Johnson. It was funny, but even after two years, I'd only