Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

It was five o’clock by the time I got my response together. My eyes centered on Max’s email again. No matter how bad I wanted to just respond and tell him no, I couldn’t stop remembering the kiss. I stood up and shut down my computer. I needed a dress and there was nothing in my closet that wouldn’t look out of place at Remington’s. It was one of the most upscale restaurants in the city. I sent a text message to Mary-Katherine and she immediately responded, telling me I should come to her place. I waved down a taxi and gave them her address.

Chapter 7: Max

She could take the invitation or she could ignore it. I tried not giving a fuck, but a fuck was pretty much everything I had to give at that point. The sizzle of her lips had kept my thoughts on fire since I kissed Abby and there was no way I was going to get her out of my head until I fucked her and made her another victim of Mr. Mistake. Fuck it. If Veronica and her band of merry bitches wanted to brand me with the label, I would own it. It wasn’t like Abby didn’t know what she was getting into. She was more prepared to wake up alone than any of the others I left beside a cold indention in their bed.

“Ah, Mr. Martin.” The Maître D’ at Remington’s smiled when I stepped into the restaurant and walked to the front of the line. “Your table is already prepared.”

“Thank you.” I followed him as he escorted me to a quiet area in the back of the restaurant.

“When will your guest arrive?”

“I told her seven. I think she’s the type to get here early.” I took my seat and reached for the drink menu.

“Excellent, sir. I’ll send your waiter over to take your drink order.” He walked towards the gathering of waiters and started whispering to them.

H ELLO GORGEOUS.

When I looked up to see the Maître D’ walking towards the table with a woman on his heels, I had to do a double take. Abby had been transformed. She was no longer the timid looking woman wrestling with her dress at the club. She was an angel, wrapped in a halo of stunning beauty so glamorous I had to swallow some whiskey just to keep my throat from tightening into a knot. I certainly wasn’t expecting that. When I looked into her eyes, I saw the same timidness I witnessed the first and second time we met. The Maître D’ pulled out her chair and once she was seated, I sat down and blinked a couple of times in shock.

“Wow, you look amazing.” I could feel my voice cracking. My voice didn’t crack—what the fuck was wrong with me?

“You don’t have to compliment me. We both know this isn’t going further than the first date.” The waiter appeared and took her order for a glass of red wine before I could respond.

“Then why did you come?” The waiter was out of earshot when I finally responded.

“Curiosity, mostly? The flowers were pretty...” She smiled and shrugged. “We’re business partners now, so we can have dinner together.”

“So, the kiss had nothing to do with it?” I reached out and traced the top of her knuckles.

“No.” She pulled her hand away.

“So, this is just a business dinner?” I reached for my drink and lifted it to my lips.

“This is nothing more than business to you, isn’t it? You’re not looking to form a relationship and you probably won’t even call me in the morning, so why pretend? Buy me a nice meal and you can take my virginity.” She smiled as if her words were normal conversation.

“What?!” I felt my whiskey try to go down my throat and then it erupted into my mouth as I coughed it back into my glass.

“You want me, right? You’re the man everyone looks back on as a mistake. If I’m going to make one, I might as well make it a big one. You get what you want and I can stop worrying about losing my virginity to the wrong guy.” The waiter brought her wine and she sipped it.

“You’re serious about this?” I pushed my glass to the waiter and motioned for him to take it away.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Well for starters...” I felt a bit of my confidence returning as I got over the initial surprise. “I have a twelve-inch cock.”

It was her turn to gag on her drink. “Oh...”

“I normally save that reveal for the bedroom, but since you’re being so open with things...” I let my lips turn into a coy smirk. “...you should probably know that you’ll be walking with a limp tomorrow.”

“Shit...” She looked down at her wine glass and blinked a couple of times.

“I also love eating pussy.” I waited for her to look up at me and let my tongue slide across my bottom lip. “I could eat it for hours.”

“Jesus...” She let out an exasperated sigh.

“And just so you know, I’ll be skipping dessert because you’re the only sweet thing I want to nibble on tonight.” I locked eyes with her, refusing to let her break my gaze.

“Now I see why so many women make this mistake.” She fanned her neck with her hand. “I think...I think I got ahead of myself.”