Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

“Abby Grant, right?” He smiled and picked up his cup of coffee. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I was going to come see you after I got a pick-me-up.”

“You just violated our long-standing office rule of starting a fresh pot of coffee if you finish it.” I clutched my cup in my hand and sighed.

“Can you forgive me? I’m new here.” He grimaced comically and fumbled with the coffee maker.

“I’ll do it.” I walked over and opened the top so I could change the filter.

“I hear you’re the one who pitched the idea for the new marketing strategy.” He leaned against the counter and sipped his coffee.

“Yep, that was me.” I nodded and hit the button to start the coffee maker.

“I’d love to sit down with you and go over a few ideas I’m working on.” He leaned towards me. “Over drinks, maybe? Dinner if you’re hungry?”

“Oh.” I blushed and raised my eyebrows. “I... I can’t.”

“Boyfriend?” He asked inquisitively.

“No...” I admitted with a light sigh.

“Husband?” He raised his eyebrows and his eyes drifted to my hand, clearly searching for a ring.

“No...” I shook my head back and forth.

“So, you just don’t like me?” He nodded and looked at the floor. “I see.”

No, you idiot, my pussy still hurts from getting fucked for the first time.

“It’s not that...” I let my words trail off.

‘So, you do like me?” He grinned and sipped his coffee.

“I don’t even know you.” I felt my face twisting to match my bewilderment.

“That’s generally why people have drinks together and sometimes why they decide to sit down across from each other over food and call it a date—they want to get to know each other.” His grin remained firmly in place on his face and he had dimples along each cheek hiding behind light blond stubble.

“I’m just not ready for that.” I shook my head back and forth, focusing my attention on the coffee pot like it was the only thing I could look at.

“Another time then.” He sighed and started walking towards the exit. “We still need to sit down and talk through some ideas. Mr. Hawthorne has asked me to assemble a marketing team from the current staff and possibly even bring in some people I know to help. I’m nothing more than a consultant, but I was hoping the woman who came up with the idea for this marketing strategy would be the Team Lead.”

I stood there staring at the coffee pot while a tightness spread across my whole body. Adam wasn’t just attractive, he was smoking hot, and he dripped with charisma. He wasn’t forceful like Max and that was a bit of a relief. As I thought about the good qualities I had already discovered, I felt my stomach twisting into a knot. Did I really turn him down for a date? Prior to meeting Max, I was literally hoping against all that was holy for a nice, attractive man to ask me out. I walked back to my desk with my coffee and finished my shift. Adam avoided me for the rest of the afternoon, not even making eye contact. When the clock his five, I was already heading towards the exit, dialing Mary-Katherine’s number.

“Are you at home?” I walked towards the parking deck, stomping my feet rapidly as I tried to beat the crowd.

“Yeah, what’s up? Do you want to come over?” She extended an open invitation, which was exactly what I needed.

“Yes, I’m on my way.” I hung up my phone and hit the button to unlock my car.

“H E ASKED YOU OUT AND you said no?” Mary-Katherine’s mouth fell open as I filled her in on Adam Rutherford’s sudden arrival and even-more-sudden request for a date.

“How would I explain it to him?” I sighed and picked up the glass of wine she had poured for me. “Be careful if you try to put your dick in me because I’m still hurting from losing my virginity to a stranger a couple of days ago.”

“Maybe he’s not the kind of guy who likes to fuck on the first date.” She shrugged. “You said he was a nice guy.”

“He seems nice. Max seemed nice at first too.” I let a generous portion of the wine pour into my mouth.

“Are you going to compare every man you meet to Max?” She reached for the bottle and refilled my glass. “He was supposed to be a quick fuck so you could lose your virginity to an experienced man you wouldn’t have to worry about the next day.”

“I’m not comparing Adam to Max...” I took another drink of wine.