What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There (3 page)

“Very. And the fact he’s a lawyer just confirms my opinion that he’s a douche.”

“Not a fan of lawyers, huh?” She’d lost all interest in the machine in front of her

and her complete attention was on him – just how he liked it.

“I’m a cop; it’s in our nature to hate lawyers.”

“He was a defense lawyer.”

Dane groaned loudly, making a show out of his mock displeasure, pleased to

see her giggling at his antics. “Those are the worst kinds. He did ya a solid.”

The dark-haired beauty laughed. “You think?”

“I know.”

~*~*~*~*~

~ Genevieve ~

“Splatterzone!” the ticket taker who was dressed up like some sort of zombie-

demon cried out, waving their tickets in the air.

Genevieve frowned as she looked down at her cream-coloured dress and Chanel

handbag. Splatterzone didn’t sound very good to her. “What’s the Splatterzone?”

she asked.

“You’re going to get fucked up,” the zombie-demon man explained. “Here’s

your t-shirt. And go over there and smile or scream or whatever for the camera for

your before pictures.”

What the fuck?
She looked up nervously at Dane, who merely grinned as they

stood in front of a wall featuring the cast of
The Evil Dead Musical
.

“Don’t forget to look scared!” a demon behind the camera instructed.

She didn’t have to try to act scared, she
was
scared – terrified. Her Chanel purse

retailed for close to five thousand dollars. Dane wrapped his arm around her

shoulders and pulled her tight, leaning into her as the camera flashed.

“Come with me and I’d suggest putting your t-shirts on otherwise your clothes

is goin’ ta get fucked up,” a female zombie-demon said.

“Yeah, the first zombie mentioned that,” she muttered, pulling the t-shirt over

her head. Luckily it fell to her mid-thigh, covering her purse as well as most of her

dress. Thank God for small miracles.

How did I get myself roped into this?
She looked to her left, caught Dane’s eyes

and smiled.
My hormones, that’s how
.
Guess this is what happens when you have a

fiancé who has more sex than you.

After an hour of small talk while losing their money at the slot machines, Dane

announced he had a brilliant idea for a fun evening out. Now here they were, at

The Evil Dead Musical
being seated in the first row center by a female zombie-

demon, preparing to be “fucked up.”

“Just so you know, please turn off and put away all cell phones,” the zombie-

demon usher stated, motioning to their seats.

“Or they’ll get fucked up?” Genevieve offered, giving her a half-grin.

The zombie-demon grinned, or at least grinned as well as the prosthetic

covering her face would allow. “That’s right. We consider those glowing screens

targets.”

“For what?” Her grin faded.

Not answering, the zombie-demon turned and skipped off.

“What are they going to do to us, Dane?” Genevieve crossed one leg over the

other and squirmed in her chair, attempting to get comfortable and finding she was

squirming closer to Dane, until her body was pressed against his.

“Don’t worry, it’s not scary. It’s all in good fun.” Dane slid his arm around the

back of the chair, allowing her to get even closer. She took the invitation, drawn in

by the warmth of his body and the spicy smell of his cologne that carried citrus

undertones. It smelled good – really good. The urge to bury her face in the crook of

his neck and shoulder and bask in the smell was nearly undeniable.

“Scary I can handle.”

“Oh, you mean the Splatterzone thing.”

She nodded.

He chuckled. “It’s just fruit juice. It won’t stain or anything. At least I don’t

think it will.” He looked down at her legs, noticing the beige hem of her dress. “Oh

shit. I never thought about your dress. So sorry. I’m pretty sure it’ll come out.”

Her eyes widened, making him laugh a little harder.

“I’m very sure it’ll come out. If it doesn’t I’ll owe you a dress.” His hand

around her arm grasped her shoulder and gently squeezed it, attempting to reassure

her.

He was charming, she’d give him that. Charming and oh-my-God sexy. She

didn’t bother to hide her examination of him. She had no doubt he was a NY cop.

The black button-down shirt hugged his lean, muscular torso. Someone didn’t get a

body like his without being a physical person.

Alex was naturally lean, but not all that muscular; he always said he was too

busy to work out. And she figured that with the few extra pounds on her, who was

she to criticize? He was still a good-looking man, but he didn’t ooze sexuality like

the man sitting next to her did. And he certainly couldn’t cause a stirring between

her legs with a simple look, like Dane seemed to be able to. It was at that moment

that she came to a conclusion: Sex with Alex had been mediocre. Sex with Dane

would be mind-blowing – an experience unlike anything she’d ever experienced

before. Her body’s reaction just being near him confirmed it.

“Welcome everybody!” Her ponderings were interrupted by the sound of a

fourth zombie-demon as he raced down the aisle to the left of her and leapt onto

the stage. “There’s a few rules we have to go through before we start the show.”

She glanced up at Dane, shared a smile with him and then refocused her

attention back to the stage.

“So, if you have a cell phone put it away or –” He pointed toward Genevieve,

who gave him a deer in the headlights look until she realized there were several

hundred people awaiting her reply.

“You’ll get fucked up?”

“Exactly! You’ll get fucked up!” The zombie-demon jumped up and down a

couple of times and then refocused his attention to the crowd. “No photography. If

you pull out a camera it’ll –” Again, he pointed to her to provide the information.

“It’ll get fucked up,” she provided with a little more zest than the first time. The

energy of the zombie-demon was contagious, riling up the crowd.

“And if you get up during the performance you’ll –”

He didn’t even have to point to her this time for her to provide the information.

“You’ll get fucked up!” Laughing, Genevieve thrust her fist in the air, accenting

her point.

Hearing Dane laughing, she looked up at him and caught his gaze. Their eyes

locked a moment and she felt an electricity flowing between them.

“You’ll get fucked up!” he confirmed. “Now, time for the show!” He leapt from

the stage as the lights began to lower.

Chapter 3

~ Genevieve ~

“Oh my God, that was insane!” Genevieve looked down at herself and gave her

head a shake in disbelief as they exited the theatre and stepped onto the sidewalk of

the strip. The t-shirt she was wearing was saturated with cherry fruit juice, and the

smell was almost overwhelming. She attempted to run a hand through her hair, but

her once silky locks were now wet and sticky.

“So you liked it?” He took her hand and they began to stroll down the strip,

heading in the direction of their hotel.

Genevieve looked up at Dane, his blonde hair in various shades of red and pink

and pink streaks running down his face. A bout of laughter overtook her.

“What?” He grinned.

She bit down on her lower lip to stop the laughter. “You look ridiculous.”

He winced, feigning hurt by her insult. “That stings a little. And here I was

thinking you looked absolutely adorable.”

She began walking backward, pulling him along with her. “I seriously doubt

that. And to clarify, your look is a ridiculous cute.”

He narrowed his eyes at her as he began to walk forward, being her eyes to keep

her from bumping into someone. “I didn’t think there was such a thing. Cute and

ridiculous just don’t go together.”

“Why can’t they go together?”

“Because they can’t. Either you’re cute or you’re ridiculous.”

A smirk emerged on her lips as she eyed him. “So you want me to drop cute

then?”

A low growl emerged from him as he stopped walking forward and pulled her

into his arms. His arms were thick and powerful as they wrapped around her,

drawing her in. The night had grown cool and the feel of his hard warm body

against hers felt amazing. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her

body flush against him, attempting to get closer to his warmth.

The cologne that had teased her nose while in the casino playing the slots was

now overpowered by the cherry smell. And he was… sticky. Another bout of

laughter erupted from her. She suspected this was supposed to be a romantic first

kiss moment, but she couldn’t help her reaction. His neck, his shoulders, every

exposed inch of him was sticky.

“Not the reaction I usually get from women when I’m trying to make a move on

them.”

She bit down on her lip attempting to halt the giggling. “I’m sorry.” Leaning

into him she flicked her tongue along the side of his neck, tasting the cherry. His

body stiffened against her. “You’re really tasty, though.” She went in for another

teasing nip, running her lips along the side of his neck.

He inhaled sharply and a low growl-like moan escaped him, as his hands pulled

her so tight it left her winded. His tight grip loosened, but not before she felt a

bulge beginning to form against her belly.

When she pulled back from him the heat in his eyes as she met his gaze caused

a yearning between her legs. It both scared and excited her. One man, she’d only

been with one in her life; could she possibly give in to her desires to this virtual

stranger?

Another thought occurred to her. What if the reason there weren’t fireworks

between her and Alex was because
she
wasn’t very good in bed? What if the

reason he broke it off was because he realized that and wanted to be with someone

else who
could
satisfy him?

~*~*~*~*~

~ Dane ~

Dane watched Genevieve’s mood switch from playful and teasing to indecisive

as she slipped from his arms. It threw him off, making him wonder what he did to

change her mood. He liked her, she was more than just beautiful; she had a spark

about her that drew him in – or had until that moment.

“What’s the matter?”

Maybe I’m just coming on too strong
. As much as he wanted to take her back to

his room tonight, he could tell she wasn’t the type. She was too refined. He’d

planned on treating it as a challenge, but now, now he just wanted to get to know

her. Even if that meant jacking himself off tonight instead of what had originally

come to his mind.

Her cheeks took on an alluring glow as she lowered her eyes to peer down at the

sidewalk between their feet. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” Hooking his finger under her chin, he lifted her heart-

shaped face up so her eyes met his again. “Come on, talk to me.”

She opened her mouth as if she were going to answer and then snapped it shut

again, giving her head a shake. “It’s nothing.” She reached up and it looked like

she was going to place a kiss on his lips, but seemed to think twice at the last

second and her lips landed on his cheek. “I’m having a good time. Just something

came to mind.”

Giving him a smile, she tugged his hand, urging him forward.

Don’t push her Dane. Don’t do it
, a voice in the back of his mind warned. He

ignored it. “Does this have something to do with your ex? You’re not over him or

something?”

She laughed, but the laugh sounded hollow. “No. No, I’m over him. I’m not

mourning the loss of the relationship if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Then, tell me. What’s going on?” The night had been going so damned well.

She’d been laughing, despite being covered in juice, and having a great time. He

could feel the energy between them, they were like two poles being drawn

together. And he wouldn’t lie, he was desperate to have her naked and under him,

moaning his name as she came for him.

She stopped walking and tugged at his hand so he’d also stop.

“Ginny?” He spun to face her, his brow furrowed. “I would like to know. Are

you okay?” Their eyes locked and the anxiety slowly faded from her eyes to be

replaced by a look of determination.

“Perfect.” She stepped up to him and into his arms. He hesitated a moment,

taken aback by her sudden brazen move, but quickly gathered her into his arms.

She rubbed up against him, the movement enticing his shaft, causing it to swell.

“Good. I –” His words were cut off as her lips brushed across his. He could taste

the cherry juice on her lips and had to agree, it tasted pretty good – sweet. She

sighed against his lips as the kiss deepened.

His hand slid up her back to her cheek and then to her hair. The initial plan was

to run his fingers through her hair, but the stickiness of the juice wasn’t allowing

for it. Instead he ended up pulling, yanking on the strands as he attempted to

dislodge his fingers. She yelped against his lips, but didn’t pull away.

Smooth Dane, smooth
. He was beginning to feel like a bumbling teenager, for