What Happens in Vegas

My stomach lurched as I scrolled down, to see the responses beneath my text. There

were three of them, sent five minutes apart.

Hey sexy!

You there?

You look amazing. Get back to us.

I could only imagine what was going through my mind. Or what would’ve happened if I hadn’t passed out! I could remember kicking off my heels. Wriggling out of the dress and laying back, just to close my eyes for a little while…

And now here I was. So alone and lonely I’d pulled some dirty flyer down from a Vegas pole and texted photos of myself to some random guy. No, scratch that. Two random guys.

Two random guys who would’ve come up to your room last night…

My stomach did another backflip. I looked at the flyer again.

DOUBLE the carnal pleasure.

A whole year. That’s how long it had already been. Over a full year since the divorce, since Rob had left. A year since returning to a single life that hadn’t included a single date with a single guy, not even counting—

The sudden ringing of my phone caused me to nearly jump out of my skin! I glanced down, to where a number flashed across the screen. It was a strange number. A number I didn’t immediately recognize…

… at least not until I looked to the bottom of the flyer, still in my other hand.

Two

LAUREN

The phone was on its second ring before I even realized what was happening. By the third ring, my heart was beating a mile a minute.

Don’t pick it up.

It was my first instinct. Such an easy thing to do; to simply ignore it. Just let it ring a few more times, and go to voicemail.

Still…

The phone rang a third time. A fourth. Why did I feel so anxious all of a sudden? All I had to do was not do anythin—

“Hello?”

It happened mechanically, without me even realizing. Or maybe I did realize it, and I’d done it anyway. But somehow, some way or another… I’d actually answered.

“Hi there!” a voice on the other end answered smoothly. “This is Brody.”

I froze. The walls of my throat felt literally locked against one another. A long, agonizing moment passed.

“Hello?” the voice said hesitantly.

“B—Brody,” I somehow managed to say.

“Brody and Corey, actually,” the voice said. God, it was such a cute voice. No, that wasn’t right. It was a hot voice. A deep, masculine voice full of strength and stamina and—

“We received a couple of texts from this phone number last night,” the voice went on. Then, after another awkward pause: “Was that you?”

I looked down, and the arm holding the phone was shaking! I couldn’t believe it. I was still in shock.

“Maybe you picked up one of our flyers?”