Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) Read Online Free Page B

on camping when I was growing up. This was my chance to try something new.
    So, we checked in, we changed into our suits. Jolie loves her tankini. Me, I am now rocking a monokini. Yeah, I caved. I kept seeing them everywhere. Finally, I bought one. In the back of my mind…I thought BE might find it to be sexy. There was one way to find out.
    “Hey, Jolie?” I asked as I swam around the shallow end of the pool.
    “Mmhmmm,” she murmured as she rested in the cushy lounger.
    “Do you have your phone with you?” I started toward her.
    Sitting up quickly, she grabbed her phone and held it to her chest. “Back off my phone, bitch. I made a promise. This is no emergency.” She scowled at me.
    “I just thought that maybe you could take a picture of me and send it to him. I miss him. We haven’t spoken but that one time. I’m dying,” I moaned. For dramatic effect, I crawled up the cement steps and kept crawling until I was beside her. Looking up at her, I batted my eyelashes. “Please,” I begged.
    Sighing, she studied me. “He misses you. He does. He’s trying to be strong, but he has texted me several times, checking in. Does that help?”
    Hell yeah, it helped. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so badly, I didn’t feel so weak. I wasn’t suffering alone. He was just suffering under my radar. “What did he say?” I asked as I slowly sat up and slid onto the nearest lounger. I was trying to play it cool, but that was ridiculously difficult.
    “He misses you, too,” she began slowly, carefully. “He called me on Sunday to make sure you were doing better. Then he texted on Tuesday to make sure you were still planning on meeting him. He even texted this morning to make sure we drove carefully.” She smiled at me. “He loves you. He worries over you. He can’t wait to see you, either. Better?”
    Striking a sexy pose on the lounger, I gazed at her playfully, “Want to give him a picture of what he’s missing…just to tide him over…torture him a little?” I winked at her.
    Throwing her head back, Jolie let out a huge laugh. “Let’s do it.” She stood up and walked over to stand at the end of the lounger.
    I posed on my back, with my face upturned towards the sun. Then I lay on my side and pretended to read a magazine. Finally, I lay on my stomach. All the while, Jolie took pictures. This made me happy. When we were done, she sent them. I wondered over his reaction. A few moments later, her phone chimed and she gave me a thumbs up. That was enough.
    Getting moved in such a rush had taken a toll. Driving across the country was a challenge. There was a light at the end of the long endless tunnel. BE was waiting for me. He was taking care of me from afar. He was looking out for me.

    We had a light dinner, followed by a heavy conversation over wine at the fire beside the pool. It was lovely. And scary.
    I guess I hadn’t really thought past getting to Vegas. As big a planner as I was, I never considered what would happen past the reunion. All I thought about was seeing him again. Sitting by the fire while sipping a nice Moscato with Jolie changed all that.
    “So, think BE is your happily ever after?” She asked seriously.
    I had just been gazing down at the rings on my fingers and jumped at her words. “Nah. It will be fun while it lasts, though,” I said in an attempt to brush it off.
    She chewed on her cheek while she watched me. “Right,” she said in disbelief. “BE’s nothing special. You haven’t been wearing his jewelry since the day he put it on you. That ring…means nothing, huh?”
    I shook my head. “Nope. Nothing. It’s really pretty. Is that what you mean?” I tried to make my face look as blank as possible.
    “Well, it’s nice that you have so few ties, so little care, absolutely no concern for the future. Wish I could do that,” she said seriously. “I guess I need to tell you in advance.” She sighed heavily before continuing. “This is the last stop for me.”
    Leaning in, I