Lust (Vegas Nights 2)

I still couldn’t reconcile this neighborhood with all the things I knew about Perrie. She was so put together, something that was obviously reminiscent of her upbringing. She was truly a diamond in the rough in the life she’d been living for the past few years.

I wanted to know what had led her to this life.

I wanted to know why she’d been forced into this.

The door opened. Perrie stepped out with her back to it, dressed in a knee-length trench-style coat and high heels. Her tan legs shimmered in the evening sunset, giving away the fact they weren’t bare. Her fingers rested on the belt of her coat when she closed the door behind her, and she paused, almost as if she were taking a deep breath, before turning toward me.

Then, she stopped. Or I did. I didn’t fucking know, but I know something stopped.

Her blonde hair fell about her face in loose curls, barely skimming her shoulders. Her lashes were thick and dark, her eyebrows perfectly framing the brow of the dark brown eyes that met mine. Her lips were deep pink, thick and full, temptation and a warning all at the same time.

The tiny purse she clutched to her stomach belied the nerves that her steady steps hid. She was nervous for tonight. I knew her well enough by now to see that was what was bothering her.

“Just drive,” she said, slamming the car door behind her. She refused to make eye contact with me, and I had to wonder—was it because of last night?

“Good evening,” I said, starting the engine. “You seem in a great mood.”

She shot me a look that would make a weaker man shrivel up. “Don’t go there. Not tonight.”

The second she’d finished speaking, she turned and looked out of the window. Whatever it was that was on her mind, I definitely seemed to be a part of what was pissing her off. Then again, I also knew that this job was the last thing she wanted to do tonight.

Unfortunately for her, we had to talk about it.

“The bartender at the Haas called me about an hour ago,” I started, merging onto the main road. “Daniel Duvall is already there. Apparently, he has an appointment this evening judging from the short conversation they’ve had.”

“Mmph,” she responded.

I ignored it. “Because he’s there, you’ll have to go in first, by yourself.” I pulled a sheet of paper out of the door and handed it to her. “This is a floor plan of the casino. The circles are where we will be positioned. We’ll park in the underground parking lot instead of the valet in a minute so I can wire you so we know when to come in and arrest him if we get the opportunity.”

“You’re wiring me?” She looked at me.

“You can text me, but it might look suspicious if you do it immediately after he admits what he is. This way, we can get closer and jump on him straight away.”

Perrie sighed. “Fine.”

Boy. I really wasn’t her favorite person today.

We took the rest of the journey in silence. Under the hotel, I found an empty slot in the corner relatively close to the elevator and pulled into it. Perrie was slow to follow me out the car, and I’d already pulled the wire out by the time she joined me by the trunk.

When she didn’t remove her coat, I raised an eyebrow. “You need your coat off.”

“Um…Okay.” Her hand trembled a little as she undid the belt and moved to the buttons. She’d flipped from nervous to pissed and back to nervous before I could comprehend the change in her demeanor.

She peeled the coat over her shoulders, revealing a short, white little number that clung to her every curve. The neckline dipped, showing her cleavage, and the off-shoulder straps drew my attention to the way her neck bobbed as she swallowed, to the hollow of her collarbones, to the tiny freckles that dotted her shoulders.

Skimming her legs to mid-thigh, it just about gave away the lace tops of the stockings she was wearing. I clamped my teeth together, setting my jaw.

Perrie reached down and tugged down the hemline. “Can we get on with this?”

“Dress should be fuckin’ illegal,” I muttered. “Turn around. Now.”

She clutched the coat to her stomach and turned. I fitted her with the wire and waited for her to adjust it at the front so it wouldn’t be seen. Skimming her body to check it was invisible was a mistake. My cock pulsed and throbbed with desire as I ran my gaze over every inch of her.

I should have put Zac back to sleep last night and finished what we’d started.

It was fucking unbearable right now. I didn’t want her walking into the casino dressed like that—I wanted her bending herself over the hood of my goddamn car.