Endless Nights (Vegas Nights 2)

And he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

Chapter Five

The shop was dark and dimly lit, the décor lush and exotic, and the merchandise…

Lacy and frilly and decadent and sexy and—oh wow, Andrea grabbed a price tag, unable to stop the sharp gasp that escaped her lips.

So freaking expensive.

“I don’t like this place,” she declared, resting her hands on her hips. Crap, she didn’t even have her purse. The tiny velvet evening bag she bought for cheap at T.J.Maxx a few years ago after a holiday clearance blowout didn’t look right with the cute little sundress she was wearing today. So she’d left it in Luke’s hotel suite. Clearly she was out of her league in all aspects of her Vegas weekend so far. Like this lingerie store—Victoria’s Secret she could handle, and she found even some of their items pricey.

Not that she could afford anything in here anyway, despite her secret longing for…all of it. So much gorgeousness surrounded her. But she couldn’t justify spending a ton of money on a tiny scrap of fabric that no one would ever get to see her wear but her.

Well. She’d spent all that money on the little black dress that she’d left in a heap in Luke’s suite. But that had been worth it, because look at the man who was flipping through a rack of see-through bras, searching for something for her.

She was still having a hard time wrapping her head around it. That Luke was with her. She didn’t even care that he played football for the NFL, though she’d loved watching him interact with those fans earlier. He was so nice, so patient, so kind. Smiling and good-natured and signing the rumpled cocktail napkins, posing for photos and causing a small commotion as people passed them by.

And he was with her. Only a few hours ago he’d had his mouth between her legs, bringing her to yet another orgasm. How lucky was she? Maybe she should pinch herself and see if she was dreaming. But if she was, she definitely didn’t want to wake up…

“What do you mean you don’t like this place?” Luke hadn’t taken his gaze off the rack of bras he was staring at. In fact, he’d pulled a hanger out, looking at the cups of the bra, then staring at her chest. “What size are you, anyway?”

Like she’d yell it out in the middle of the store. Customers milled about, elegant-looking women who reeked of money. Young women dressed to kill who also reeked of money—or at least pretended to. And the occasional guy who appeared completely out of his element.

Funny how Luke seemed to fit right into this place, despite his enormous size and the confident masculinity

that seemed to radiate from him. Maybe that was exactly why he fit in. He didn’t act uncomfortable. He held a bra in his hand like it was no big deal.

She didn’t know if that made her feel better or worse. How many women had he brought shopping to this place before her? Ugh.

Now there was a thought she didn’t want to linger over too much.

“Can I help you two find something?” A woman appeared out of nowhere, clad all in black, her low-cut shirt revealing a glimpse of a sexy black lace bra. Her dark red hair was cut in a perfect straight edge, her lips blood red, her eyes smoky with dark shadow and expertly applied eyeliner.

Compared to her, Andrea felt plain, with no makeup on, her hair a little wild from the shower and no available products to use. At least she was wearing a cute dress. Oh, and the best accessory of all was with her.

Luke Freaking Nelson.

“We’re looking for something for my…friend.” Luke flashed her a grin that melted her insides a little.

Okay a lot.

“Anything in particular?” the woman asked, turning her assessing gaze on Andrea.

Her cheeks heated, and she sent Luke a questioning glance. She had no idea how to answer that question.

“Something sexy. Beautiful,” he said, his voice low, his gaze burning as it swept over her, making her skin tingle. “Price doesn’t matter.”

Andrea’s jaw dropped open and she started to shake her head in protest, but he sent her a firm look. One that said he wasn’t in the mood to argue so she snapped her mouth shut.

Okay then.

The woman smiled, revealing perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth. “Perfect. Let me go gather some items.” She turned her attention to Andrea. “Size medium, cup size…34B?”

Wow, she was good. “Yes and yes.”

“Give me a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” The shop employee buzzed away like a woman on a mission and Andrea turned her attention to Luke, startled to find he’d moved much closer to her in a matter of seconds.

“You don’t need to spend a lot of money on me,” she murmured, batting at his hand when he tried to grab her waist. Not that she stopped him, considering he slipped his other arm around her waist and pulled her in close. “Seriously, did you see the way that woman’s eyes lit up when you said money’s no object?”