Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

“Sleeping,” she replies, giving me a shove toward the bed. “On the bed, come on. I don’t have all night.”

Luckily for her, I wore boxer briefs tonight, but my cock is still at the ready. She avoids looking down and lets go of me to pull back my blankets, like a maid.

I should hire her. I should make her be my maid, not just my waitress. Then she’d be stuck here all the time. I could follow her around the fucking house making her answer my questions. Then again, I have a rule about not fucking my employees.

Oh, wait, she is my employee. Whoops. How did that slip my mind? Oh well. I fall into the bed and sigh. I love my fucking bed.

Virginia smiles softly and pulls the blanket up over me, tucking me in like I’m a little kid. “Now, get some sleep. Want me to get you a glass of water for the bedside table before I go?”

“I told you to stay.”

“Yes, but then you did all sorts of things that made me decide against it,” she reminds me.

I don’t know why she lingers close when she knows I have no qualms about grabbing her, but she does, so I reach out, grab her hips, and drag her on top of me.

“Rafe,” she complains again.

“Rafe,” I mock her. “If you don’t like it, don’t stand so close.”

“I didn’t realize I needed to treat you like a sexual predator,” she informs me, primly.

Grinning, I roll her onto her back and move on top of her. “I am a sexual predator. Come from a long line of ‘em. I’m actually one of the more decent ones out of the bunch.”

Unintimidated, she pokes me in the chest with her finger. “Off. Now.”

“I wanna play,” I tell her, eyeing up her neck.

She must be able to see my intentions, because her voice is suddenly much firmer. “If you kiss me, I’ll quit.”

“Quit?”

“My job. Effective immediately.”

Her job.

Because she works for me.

I should not be on top of her right now.

I frown, feeling mildly confused, but I’m not sure about what. How the fuck did I get here?

It’s manipulative as hell, but I can’t stop myself. “Why do you wan

t to leave me?”

Her whole face falls, like I just killed her dog right in front of her. She’s struck momentarily speechless, her mouth opening, then closing before she can utter a single syllable. It takes her a minute before she can formulate words, and I almost feel bad about the guilty look on her face when she finally does. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep. Just don’t try to kiss me, okay? Please?”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you not to.”

I shake my head at her. “No. Come on, give me this. You’ve dodged every single question I’ve asked tonight. You won’t even tell me your favorite fucking song. Give me one real answer, Virginia. Just one.”

Her face flushes, like I’ve asked much more of her than I have. The silence stretches on for such a long moment, I don’t think she’s going to answer me. I’m just about to push a little harder when she finally speaks.

“Because you’re drunk, and you’ll be able to forget all about it. But I won’t. I’ll never be able to forget. I will memorize all of it. I’ll remember the way your lips feel against mine, and the way you smell, and the look in your eyes. I will remember everything. A kiss wouldn’t cost you anything, but it would cost me a lot. It would mean too much to me, and not enough to you.” She shakes her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears that make me feel a little more sober. I know I’m the reason the tears are there, but I don’t know why. I don’t know what I did this time.

I swallow, rolling off her and back to my own spot. “Okay. I’m sorry.”