Filthy Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 3)

“Hey, are you ok?”

She startles when I speak. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just thinking about stuff. I’m swamped with school and work. I was just going over some things I need to finish.”

“Why don’t you take off? I’ll pay you for the rest of the night. She opens her mouth to argue, but I keep going. “I’ll give you extra for the tips you’re missing.”

There, part one is done.

As soon as I say it, I know I’ve made a mistake. Shayne’s shoulders rise as her eyes narrow, shooting invisible lasers through me. “I’m fine. I don’t need your handouts, boss.” Her shoulder bangs into my arm as she storms past me.

The fire in her eyes shouldn’t turn me on, but my dick has a mind of its own. Her hips sway as she stomps away with anger. I have to bite back a groan at the sight. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s pissed off.

Her eyes almost bug out of their socket when I slide her a hundred dollar bill as a tip. She attempts to slide it back, but I refuse.

“I’m not a whore you can pay off. I work for what I make.” There’s a fire in her eyes, and all of a sudden I feel like a dick for even trying to give her money.

I stuff the bill back into my pocket and retreat to my office. Clara’s in her office so I give a few taps on her door and step inside. “Hey, you drove with Ben today, right?”

Clara’s eyebrows rise as she gives me a mischievous smile. “I did. What do you have planned?”

“Emma told you?”

“She did. What are you going to do with Shayne? It’s not safe for her to sleep in her car.”

My shoulders bunch up. “Yeah, I know.”

“So, what do you have planned?”

“I need you to drive my Range Rover home. Ben can follow you and take you home once you drop off my car. Also, I need you to make it sound like I went home. I don’t want her to know I’m still here.”

Clara stares at me. “Ok. Good luck.”

I toss the keys at her and she catches them with a smile. “Thank you, Clara.”

“Hey, I really like her.” Clara smiles big and her eyes sparkle.

“Yeah, me too.”

I watch as Shayne’s car pulls into the parking lot right back into the spot she slept in yesterday. She pulls out her blanket, reclines her seat. She appears to fall asleep quickly, and I can tell she’s exhausted. I grind my teeth as I watch her sleep as if she’s at the Four Seasons and not in her fucking car. She could’ve told me. She has to know I would help her.

I decide to wait before going down to wake her up, needing to get my anger under control before confronting her. I bury myself with work, checking on Shayne as she sleeps. A flicker in the corner of my eye catches my attention.

Shayne jerks awake and reaches for her phone, which obviously has an alarm set. My eyes are glued to the screen as she rubs her eyes, and stretches her arms as much as she can in the tiny car. I’m almost out of my seat, but freeze when Shayne whips off her shirt and twists to dig around in her backseat.

My cock jumps to attention as I watch her pale skin move around her car. I should be disgusted with myself, getting turned on as Shayne changes in her car, but I’m not. After our first encounter in the back of my SUV, my body ignites at seeing her skin inside a vehicle. Shayne pulls on a shirt that I’m very familiar with.

What the fuck?

After she’s dressed, she drives off. I’m fucking speechless. I don’t bother following her just yet. I know where she’s going, and I’m hoping the element of surprise will keep her from arguing too much. Giving it about ten minutes, I close down my computer and lock up the club.

Fuck, I let Clara take my Rover.

Uber it is then. I’m impatient by the time the driver pulls up. He tries to make small talk during the short ride, but when he notices he’s not getting a response he clamps his mouth shut. I pull up my phone to give the driver a generous tip, before heading into the donut shop.

Shayne drops the mug of coffee she’s holding when the bell rings, signaling my entrance. “What are you doing here? Did you follow me?”

“I’ve got a better question. Why are you sleeping in my parking lot?”

She blinks.

She’s been caught.

“And no, I didn’t follow you. I saw you on my security camera.”

She covers herself. “Did you watch me change?”

I know I should probably lie right about now, tell her no way I turned away when you took off your shirt. But, I decide to be truthful. “Yeah.” I tug at the back of my neck.