each movement of her body, it shined in the light, drawing a man’s attention to everything. Her sparkly shoes set off the look but Justin couldn’t pull his eyes away from the way her long neck was graced by a few curls and diamonds. This wasn’t a young girl; this was a woman. All woman. Hell, she didn’t need babysitting or protection, but the way Justin’s body was reacting, he may be the one needing to be protected. Standing, he extended his hand.
“Justin Maddigan. You must be Robin.” The hostess gave the girls an evil eye and stalked away. Justin made a mental note to have her spoken too, possibly fired. His casino wasn’t the place for a gold digger to be looking for ways to move up in life.
Robin’s soft hand pressed into his and he squeezed, not wanting to let go. As he drew her closer, he was wrapped in her sweet jasmine scent. Her blue eyes sparkled almost as much as her jewelry.
“Thank you so much, for your help with our trip. I’m so sorry my mother even asked. I feel like a child.” Robin, like the beautiful bird. His beautiful bird. Where had that thought come from? She wasn’t his. Although maybe , he squashed that train of thought.
“Trust me, you look nothing like a child. And really,” Justin murmured, “It was no problem at all.” Their hands remained clasped together as Char stood quietly next to her friend, eyes twinkling as she watched sparks fly between the two. Her mind began reeling. He was cute, not the older man she had expected when told he owned the casino.
“I’m Charlene,” she interjected, breaking the stare between the two.
“I’m so sorry, nice to meet you,” Justin looked at her, still not releasing Robin’s hand.
“So, should we sit?” Char urged. Robin finally broke her gaze from Justin and nodded, her cheeks flushing. The two finally pulled apart, sliding into their seats.
“Yes, please, I’m starving. I’m sure you’re very busy, running this place. I can’t imagine you were excited to have to drop your plans to meet with us. But it’s very beautiful here.”
“It was no problem. A man has to eat, right?” The waiter placed the bottle of wine next to Justin for his approval. As he nodded, the waiter began to pour their glasses.
“So what’s good to eat here?” Charlene asked.
“Everything,” Justin answered. “You should try the grilled salmon. It’s slow roasted with a honey glaze.” The girls perused the menu, finally placing an order. Robin slowly sipped her wine, the red liquid glistening on her lips. Justin stirred in his seat. Having never been a man who got nervous or felt uncomfortable, he didn’t know how to proceed in this situation. He went from being angry about babysitting this girl, to wondering if he could get her in bed without causing a scandal.
“So, what do you ladies have planned while you’re in town? I can help with tickets to a show if you want,” Justin offered.
“Drinks, pool, shopping,” Char offered, giggling as she looked at her friend. Justin could tell the difference between the two girls. Charlene seemed to be the partier and Robin came across as more laid back, easy going.
“I’m looking forward to relaxing in the sun. But I work hard growing my business, so I think I could use some letting loose tonight. The bar in the lobby looked fun. Unless there’s a different club you can suggest.” Justin clenched his hand in his lap. Of course he wouldn’t recommend they go elsewhere. At least in his bar, there was a chance he could keep an eye on her and keep these girls from getting roofied or something.
“Our bar here has the best DJ money can hire. According to the travel commission, it’s the best club in Vegas. After dinner, I have a few calls to make, but if that’s where you’re headed, I’ll set you up in the VIP and meet you for a drink after?” He raised his eyebrows, trying to shift attention between both girls, so as not to alienate Charlene.
“That would be