Yes, this was exactly what he needed to forget Katrina and last night.
He turned to Levi and Tara, who were looking for a place to sit in the lounge area and have a drink. “Don’t wait around for me tonight, kids,” Mason said meaningfully. “There’s no telling where I’ll end up.”
Levi raised a brow. “Or with whom?”
Mason shrugged. “You know me so well.”
Then he noticed that Tara was frowning at him, her expression etched with unmistakable annoyance. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked her.
She pursed her lips. “I just thought that, well, after last night you and Katrina were, well, you know.”
He settled his hands on his hips and cocked his head curiously. “You know?” he repeated back, not sure what direction this conversation was heading, but he wasn’t about to say anything until he knew what you know meant.
“Hooking up,” Tara clarified.
“Did Katrina tell you that?” he asked, still not giving anything away.
Tara shook her head, still watching him disapprovingly. “No. She said nothing happened, but I would have sworn that something had.”
So, Katrina had denied having sex with him. She hadn’t even confessed the details of last night to her good friend, because they both knew it wasn’t going to happen again. She obviously wanted to keep it a secret, and out of respect for Katrina, he did the same thing.
“Nothing happened,” he said, backing up Kat
rina’s claim.
“Fine,” Tara said, and backed down from her protective mode. “Have fun popping your Vegas cherry.”
Mason smirked.
“Don’t forget that our plane back home leaves tomorrow at noon and the four of us are meeting in the lobby at ten,” Levi said, always thinking ahead when Mason preferred to act on impulse, which was why his brother was reminding him of their schedule for the next morning.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there,” Mason assured him. “You two don’t get into too much trouble tonight,” he said dryly, knowing his teetotaler, by-the-book brother wouldn’t dare do anything to compromise his straight-laced personality.
As Levi and Tara went into the lounge area, Mason strolled through the nightclub. There wasn’t a dedicated dance floor, so everyone was dancing around the booths and tables, and a couple of times, a few women grabbed his arm for him to join them, but he wasn’t in the mood to dance.
He flashed them one of his bad boy grins but shook his head and kept on perusing for a woman who stirred his interest, and his cock. Usually, that wasn’t a problem for him. But tonight, it seemed that his dick was being particular, and that realization was beginning to irritate the shit out of him.
He glanced over at the bar. A curvy brunette in a short black dress with a halter-style top that plumped up her breasts was sitting on a barstool in the far corner, sipping a cocktail and watching him. As soon as his gaze met hers, she smiled at him, then patted the vacant chair next to hers, beckoning him over.
Figuring he was running out of options because he was being too damn picky, he walked over and slid into the seat. She set her empty glass on the surface of the bar as her bright red lips curved seductively at the corners, her eyes filled with an unmistakable invitation that he knew would lead to exactly what he was here for.
“Care to buy me another drink?” she asked in a sultry voice as she slowly, suggestively, slid her finger around the rim of her glass.
A drink and polite formalities first. “Sure,” he said amicably. “What are you having?”
“An apple martini.”
Mason motioned the bartender over and placed their order. “She’ll have an apple martini, and I’ll have a Bulleit neat.”
The bartender moved away to make their drinks, and the woman turned her body toward him on her seat and pushed out those breasts toward him. Yeah, he had no doubt she’d done this before, too. Perfect.
“So, are you visiting Vegas, or do you live here?” she asked as she crossed one slender leg over the other.
“Visiting from Chicago,” he replied, wishing like hell his body would get on board with his plan to get laid, so he could get it over with. “I’m here for my brother’s wedding this weekend.”
“That’s nice. Are you with anyone here at the club?”
He didn’t think she cared about his brother and Tara, but was instead asking about a significant other. Katrina once again popped into his mind, and the unexpected guilt that twisted in his gut made him shift in his seat. He had nothing to feel remorseful about, he told himself, and tried to focus on the woman next to him.