Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) Read Online Free

with my spare key in it and headed to Jolie’s apartment. I pulled up and saw her watching for me on the balcony.
    “Be right down!” She shouted as she stood up and rushed back into her apartment.
    It was close to 7pm. There would be no need to break any land speed records. We wouldn’t be able to check into a hotel in Little Rock until 3pm. We could stop for gas at our leisure, drive the speed limit, eat inside the restaurant…shoot; we might even have time for sight seeing. Road trips are the best kind of adventure.
    “Where do you want to go for dinner?” She asked as she hopped into the car.
    A smile broke across my face. I knew she’d ask. I had given this much thought. We had time on our hands and I wanted one truly decadent meal together, one memorable night before we headed out of town for good.
    “Ruth’s Chris,” I announced.
    “One of our favorites. Let’s go,” she agreed happily.
    We chattered about everything and nothing on the short drive to restaurant. We knew we could be there for a couple of hours. It was perfect. There was something about the ambiance of the place, the dark woods, the low lighting, the high comfort, the minimal stuffiness of most higher end steakhouses. It felt homey.
    I pulled up and let the valet park for us because…I could. We walked in wearing sundresses and sandals…not exactly the nicest clothes, but definitely not the worst. I will never understand people who go to nice restaurants in jeans and sneakers. There’s something really disrespectful about that.
    We decided on a high top in the bar, since the bartender was one we were familiar with and it would give us a chance to relax and talk. He walked over and smiled the minute we were seated.
    “Hello, ladies! It’s been too long! What can I get you?” He asked happily.
    “It’s going to be even longer. We’re headed out of town. Moving,” Jolie announced.
    He stood still, surprised. “Wow. I didn’t see that coming.”
    “That’s how we roll,” I joked.
    “Can I offer you some wine, or a cocktail?” He asked.
    I shook my head. “Sorry. Driving through the night. No drinking. Can I get a Coke, please?”
    “Of course,” he responded. “And for you?” He asked as he looked at Jolie.
    “Let’s start with a sweet tea now and lots of coffee after we eat,” she said lightly.
    Moves agreed with us, especially once the stress was over. We barely had time to settle in before our drinks arrived and he took our dinner order.
    “I just want lobster bisque, the large chopped salad, and the Ahi tuna appetizer,” I said as I closed the menu and passed it to him.
    Shaking her head, Jolie looked at me in disappointment. “I want a cowboy ribeye Oscar…medium rare,” she said seriously. “And loads of bread and butter. LOADS.” She passed him her menu and turned back to face me.
    “Can I have your asparagus?” I asked.
    Smirking, she said, “Maybe I want it.”
    “You never want it. You hate asparagus,” I reminded her. “You hate smelly pee, you hate eating vegetables that look like limbless trees, and you said they taste like the dookie.”
    Laughing, she nodded. “You got me. I just wanted the crab cake. You can have my asparagus.”
    It looked like she was going to say more, but instead, her mouth slammed shut. Her face took on a hard look. She suddenly had a white-knuckle grip on her glass.
    “Ummm,” I began slowly, “you can keep the asparagus if it means that much to you.”
    She shook her head. “It’s not the asparagus. It’s Kyle.”
    I closed my eyes and sighed. I forgot how much he loved coming here after work. I waited to feel something…maybe regret, or hurt. I should have felt hurt, right? I mean…a week and a half ago I found him working overtime on his secretary. Only, no feelings ever came. It didn’t bother me in the least. It was peculiar. Just to be sure, I turned toward him. I could tell he was seated at the bar based on the direction that Jolie was mean mugging