What Happens in Vegas

And God… doing that made me so fucking hot.

For three days we did absolutely everything together, from sunrise to sunset and beyond. It made us closer, if that were even possible. Drew us into this tight-knit little ball of excitement and happiness and sex… and yes, maybe even love. Love as it was defined for our week together, anyway. The love of three gorgeous men sharing the same willing girlfriend… somewhere out in the desert, tucked away from the world.

On the fourth morning we rose bright and early, before the sun had even split the sky. There was an excitement in my belly. A restlessness I’d felt, ever since the guys had agreed to my second demand.

“Breakfast,” Corey muttered, passing out granola bars one by one.

I smiled and kissed him, standing on my toes to do it. After that I kissed each of the others, as I always did, because it never felt right until I had.

Then, with a series of jaw-cracking yawns, we got in the car… and took off in the direction of California… and Hollywood.

Thirty-Eight

LAUREN

“So yeah,” I said, licking a smooth barrier of vanilla around the base of my ice cream cone. “I’m pretty sure that guy isn’t doing you any favors.”

I’d expected some upper-echelon agent’s office, somewhere in downtown LA. Maybe in a skyscraper. Or at least a building with a receptionist, or a doorman.

Instead, Mason had led us to a low-slung building in a not-so-fantastic part of town. The man’s office was messy, disorganized. And even though he wasn’t expecting us, he didn’t seem to recognize who Mason was, at least not right away.

“I always thought Brian knew what he was doing,” the tallest of my three boyfriends shrugged. “He talked a good game. And he did get me The Covenant.”

“Probably dumb luck,” I replied. “You know the sun even shines on a dog’s ass some days.”

“The what?”

“Forget it,” I chuckled, trying to remember where I’d heard the saying.

The ‘city’ portion of Los Angeles was a lot smaller than I thought it would be; a small collection of taller buildings, clustered together in the middle of a flat landscape. By comparison, it looked nothing like New York City. In those terms, Manhattan totally blew it away.

“And did you see his desk?” asked Corey. “It was a total train wreck!”

“I just figured it was because he was so busy,” said Mason. “So in demand.” We walked another half block, while he swung his head back and forth. “God, I’m so stupid!”

“You’re far from stupid,” Brody told him. “He was your first agent. Your only agent.”

“And in this town?” Corey added, gesturing around. “How the hell do you tell good from bad?”

We were on Hollywood Boulevard, walking over the stars. It was only about eight miles from downtown LA, which translated to over an hour, with traffic. As a New Yorker I thought I knew all about traffic. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.

“The good news is we can get you out of your contract,” I said, licking the drips from my cone again. “He was too lazy to lock you in, so there’s nothing stopping you from seeking representation elsewhere.”

“And the bad news?”

I shrugged. “There really isn’t any, other than you’re an out-of-work actor looking for a new agent. That said, you’re a pretty damned good actor who was the lead of a very decent series.”

“A series that got canceled,” Mason groaned.

“Hey,” I said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. I turned and put one hand on his amazing ch

est. “Was that your fault?”

He stood there and thought about it for a moment. “No. Actually, the reviews on my performance were favorable.”

“Then you should be pretty desirable, right?”

Mason’s frown faded. A grin began spreading instead. “You think so?”