Baby Blues - A Vegas Baby Novella

She cleared her throat, and I slowly lifted my gaze from her ass to her face. I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed to have been caught staring at her lush curves, and I winked to let her know it. Addilyn blushed as she said, “I’m going to need some privacy to change.”

“Sure thing, baby.” I turned to face away from her, smiling at the sound of her deep sigh. If she had asked me to leave the room, I would’ve stepped outside and stood in front of the door without question. Since I didn’t want to leave her and she hadn’t actually asked, I stayed right where I was instead. But fuck, it was hard to keep facing the wall when I heard the soft whoosh of the scrap of material she called a dress hitting the floor. My dick flexed against my zipper as I clenched my fists at my sides. It was going to be damn difficult to wait to get my hands on her curvy body with how badly I wanted her already.

Luckily for me, it only took her a minute or two to change into her new outfit. “All done.”

When I turned, she was covered from her neck to her ankles with strappy silver heels on her feet and her arms bare. She still looked hot as fuck, though. Then again, I was willing to bet that she could put on a burlap sack and still be sexy. “You look great.”

“I’m glad you approve,” she purred with a mischievous twinkle in her dark eyes. After I opened the door and she walked past me, I understood the reason behind that gleam. The back of her top dipped almost all the way to the curve of her ass.

“Fuck,” I rumbled as I followed Addilyn, moving to her side to place my hand on her lower back. Goose bumps popped up beneath my palm, and I chuckled in satisfaction.

“I might’ve made a teensy miscalculation when picking this out,” she mumbled with a shiver.

I stroked my thumb across her soft skin and grinned down at her. “One that I’m quickly realizing the advantage to.”

She narrowed her eyes at me before shaking her head and laughing. “Didn’t you say something about taking me out to celebrate?”

“I sure did.” Keeping my hand on her back, I guided Addilyn down the hallway, through the club, and onto the casino floor. I glared at a few guys as they stared at Addilyn while we walked past the blackjack and roulette tables. Each of them dropped their gazes when they spotted me next to her, but by the time we reached the steakhouse that had opened a month earlier, I had closed the gap between our bodies until maybe an inch separated us. The celebrity chef and modern décor pulled in crowds, and the waiting list for a table was about three weeks long. One of the benefits of my position was that I was able to use Drew’s table whenever I wanted. It was my favorite place in the hotel, making it an easy choice for where to take Addilyn. She deserved the best, and I was determined to give it to her.

“Mr. Dawson.” The hostess grabbed two leather-bound menus when she spotted me, and she trailed us as I led Addilyn to the booth in the far-left corner of the restaurant. When I started to slide in on the same side as she had, Addilyn scooted over. I didn’t let her get too far, lacing our fingers together as I looked up at the hostess. “Would you like your usual? Slaughter House neat?”

“Yes, and a bottle of champagne from Drew’s stash,” I requested before turning to Addilyn. “Is there anything else you’d like to drink?”

She smiled up at the hostess. “I’d appreciate the biggest glass of ice water you can bring me.”

“Not a big drinker?” I asked when we were alone again.

“Staying hydrated is vital for singers,” she explained with a smile. “And I know better than to mix champagne with another kind of liquor. I’d probably end up kneeling in front of the toilet for hours on end, and that’s not how I want to spend the rest of my night.”

I could too easily picture her kneeling all night, but in front of me instead. Stretching my legs out, I shifted my hips to alleviate some of the pressure against my cock. My suit pants were tailored to fit me, but they’d never been tested when I was rock hard like I was right then.

Addilyn’s gaze dropped to my lap, her brown eyes widening when she saw the outline of my dick pressed against the dark material. Her plump lips parted on a gasp, and I was in the middle of lowering my head to brush my mouth against hers when I heard someone clearing their throat directly to my left. A deep growl rumbled up my chest before I pulled away from Addilyn to look at the waitress. With an apologetic smile, she hurriedly set the water and whiskey on the table before pouring two glasses of champagne.