Stuffed

This might be for the best. I lost all rational thought around Rogue, and I can’t put myself in that kind of position.

I stop at my locker and grab my purse. I send Diamond a text to let her know I’m leaving early. I’m going to have to call for a car since I rode with her.

As I walk out the back exit, I take out my phone and call for a car. Being at the casino, it doesn’t take long for one to show up. I open the door to get in, but a feeling makes me pause. I should go back inside the casino and give Rogue my number or something. I can’t leave like this, but what if I walked in and he was in the middle of doing something with Amber? I know she’ll take him up on the offer. She picks up random shifts over at Scuttlebutt, and nothing is off limits there.

I force myself to get in the car and close the door. I reach into my pocket and feel the stack of cash. I wonder if he’s going to be mad that I took the cash and never came back. Judging by the black American Express he had, I’m thinking five grand is nothing to him.

“Thanks,” I tell the driver when I get to my apartment.

Rogue exuded power, and it made me wonder what he did for a living. He thought he could buy any woman he wanted, and that helps cool some of those unnecessary feelings I was having.

In that moment with him, I’d been so turned on I was literally willing to do anything. Now that I’ve gotten some space, the reality of it is hitting home. There’s no way I could be with a man like that. I’ve barely done anything sexually before, and Rogue knew what he was doing. If I had to guess, he’s doing it with someone new every night of his life.

He’s beyond good looking, so I don’t know why he’s paying for it. It might be his kink or something. Around Vegas you see it all, but something in the back of my mind whispers that we’ve never seen anyone like Rogue.

I let myself into my apartment and lock the door behind me. When I get to my room, the first thing I do is take off the corset and suck in a deep breath. I fall back on the bed and the throb between my legs that was slow and steady is now impossible to ignore.

I kick off my heels and slide my hand into my panties, desperate for release. But even with Rogue’s name on my lips, I can’t get there. I’m left in a state of need that I think only he can fix.

Chapter Six

Rogue

“What time did you go to bed?” Angus asks as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“The better question is ‘Did you go to bed?’” I don’t look up from my phone as I take a drink of the coffee I ordered from room service.

“I’m guessing that’s a no.” He walks over to the cart and makes a happy humming sound. “Bacon.”

“Have you talked to Franky?”

Angus shakes his head as she takes a seat across from me and digs into the food I ordered for us.

We got a suite at the casino last night with the intention of staying in after poker and hanging out. Franky ended up getting smashed and going to clubs until who knows when. Angus bailed on the group at some point and came back here.

“What happened to you after poker? I saw you talking to some guy at the bar, then I get a text from you an hour later saying you’re in the room and need privacy.” He raises an eyebrow at me as he drinks his Bloody Mary.

“I didn’t feel like socializing.” I keep refreshing my emails, hoping that eventually the one I want will pop up.

“You know I’ve never seen you chase after a woman before.”

“I wasn’t chasing.” Refresh, refresh, refresh. Where the hell is it?

“Call it what you will, but you were a dog last night and that girl was in heat.”

“Watch it.” I snap my eyes up to meet his, and he’s smiling like an asshole.

“Good morning,” he says brightly like this is the first time I’ve looked at him. Hell, maybe it is. “Tell me what happened.”

I toss my phone on the table, deciding it’s like a pot full of water that’s never going to boil if I stare at it. “I asked for a private room so I could get her alone.”

“Well done, brother, cheers.” He clicks his glass to my coffee cup that’s sitting on the table. “Tell me about her.”

“I’m afraid that’s as far as we got.” I grind my teeth together, trying not to think about how she ran out on me.