awesome,” Char’s excitement bled through into every word. As she started chattering non-stop, Justin took the time to look over Robin more closely. She looked mature, acted mature, certainly she could handle one night with him and not run to the tabloids, right?
“So, Robin, what do you do?” They shared obligatory small talk about her business, his casino, running for Mayor. Char was on her phone most of the time, but Robin didn’t mind for once. She was enjoying her conversation with Justin. He was smart, pleasant and had a great head on his shoulders. She could appreciate that about him.
“Mr. Maddigan,” Robin said, as he watched her glossy lips.
“I’m sorry, what? Justin, please, Mr. Maddigan is my father.”
“Oh, right, I just,” she stammered slightly. “I just wanted to thank you again for all you’ve done. We don’t want to impose. We’re fine just going to the bar, you don’t need to do anything more for us. I would hate to put you out.” Justin couldn’t help laughing. This was so different than any other woman he had ever met. Women usually would fall all over themselves to get something from him. Especially if it was free. He almost didn’t know how to react.
“No, it’s no trouble at all. Trust me. Do you know how much we comp for our high rollers? A VIP table to keep a couple of friend’s safe is nothing. Besides, maybe you and I can finish out the night on a high note, maybe a win in the casino?” Robin rolled her eyes slightly and he wondered where he went wrong.
“Thank you, but it’s really fine. We can handle ourselves. We don’t need you to comp us or take care of us. I’m sure my mother asked you to look out for us, but we’re actually grown women who can make our own decisions. And I certainly don’t expect to be winning at the casino. That’s not what I’m here for. I just want to have fun.” Her tone had turned icy. Confused, Justin just leaned back as their first course was served.
“Did I say something wrong?” Justin asked.
“I’m just sick of being told what to do and how to live my life. I’m an adult. I certainly don’t need a babysitter. And I have my own money, I’m rather uncomfortable with the idea of you comping things. I appreciate the offer, but I’ve worked hard for what I have. I also just got cheated on by my fiancé, so your little wink and nod there about us ending the night on a high note is ridiculous. I’m not here for a one-night stand.” Maybe he was wrong about being able to pull a scandal free one night with her. Hell, this is just another reason he didn’t want to ever marry. Women were so moody and unpredictable. Their moods always changing. Even her friend seemed shocked, looking at Robin as if wondering what was going on. Justin ate and tried to keep conversation simple throughout the rest of the meal. At the end, he signed off on the bill and stood, holding his hand out for the ladies.
“Well, sorry you took my intentions to mean something other than the goodhearted offer it was. Girls, it was great dining with you. I hope you enjoy your stay and have fun at the club tonight.” With that he stalked away, fuming at the confusing dismissive tone he had gotten from Robin out of nowhere. Who did she think he was? Sure, it was nice she wanted to be independent, but she didn’t have to be rude about it. And who the hell was she to turn him down? No one turned down Justin Maddigan. He was certainly selective about who he wanted to be with, but when he chose, women bent to his will. Well he damn sure wasn’t going to waste any more thought on a bratty little girl. Too bad he couldn’t think of anything but her silky looking legs and curvy form under that sparkling outfit.
Chapter 3
“Wow, this is hot,” Char said as she led Robin into the Time Traveler club. The music pumping was an 80’s song and yet, all the young people were dancing and enjoying themselves. The neon lights looked like they were straight