The sounds of video-slot machines fill the air as I follow Peyton onto the casino floor. Bright lights flicker as far as the eye can see. Butterflies flutter their wings in my belly as my excitement increases. Although I know the general idea of how to play the slot machines, I’m not sure of the strategy or if there is one. I’m eager to learn.
“Walk slower,” I beg Peyton.
I want to take my time and observe people playing the games. Every few steps, I pause and watch as a person approaches a chair, places cash into a machine, then plays. I guess it’s that simple.
“Ready to play?” Peyton plops into a high-back black leather seat, patting the machine next to her.
I take my seat, pull a twenty-dollar bill from my clutch handbag, then slide the money into the slot. The machine registers my money and bright lights flicker into action. I feel giddy. All the stories of people winning on these machines flash through my mind. It
Montana The next morning I find myself in a dressing room at a shop near Planet Hollywood as Peyton tosses dress after dress over the door to me. She’s on a mission to find me the perfect little black dress. She claims I need a new LBD—little black dress—for clubbing tonight. I assure her I packed appropriate attire, but she won’t have it.“I refuse to try this one on,” I tell her through the door, tossing the dress back at her. “You know I won’t wear a strapless dress.” Peyton is aware women constantly tugging up a strapless dress ranks high on my list of pet peeves.I tilt my head as I look in the full-length mirror, turning this way and that, admiring the simple black halter dress with a flowing skirt that ends mid-thigh. It hugs my body perfectly.“I kind of like this halter one,” I tell her as I slip it off over my head and then put on my own clothes. “I refuse to try on another dress,” I state, emerging from the fitting roo
Montana Excitement from my win is still pulsing in my veins. I press the elevator button, noting the numbers above each door are increasing instead of going down. Normally, I’d pull out my phone to check for emails and look at social media while I wait. I’m surprised I didn’t notice it missing earlier.Eventually, a ping signals the arrival of an elevator. I enter, pressing floor twelve, hoping the doors close before others join me. I want to avoid the awkwardness that occurs when trapped with someone else. I almost always feel like I should strike up conversation to end the silence. I breathe a sigh of relief when the doors close, and I’m alone.I round the corner from the elevators, heading down my hallway, hearing loud voices coming from an open office. One woman sits behind a large, metal desk as staff in housekeeping uniforms chatter with timecards in their hands. I smile as I continue walking by.Outside our room, I scan my
Montana He smiles at me. I try not to stare. Even under his baseball cap, I can tell he’s a handsome man.“We’re blowing off some steam before we get back to work. How about you?” he says casually.“I’m here with my best friend. We’re celebrating the end of our sophomore year of college,” I share.As we chat, I continue to try to check him out without letting him know I’m doing so. Why would such a cute guy sit on the hallway floor with me, considering all that Las Vegas offers? His dark blue jeans are worn white and thin at the middle of his muscular thighs and each knee. My eyes want to stare at his biceps as they bulge beneath his black t-shirt. They flex as he constantly adjusts his ball cap. There’s something about him… Maybe it’s his deep-set, brown eyes or the dark scruff on his jaw. Why does he look so familiar?“What type of work do you do?” I ask, attempting to keep our conversation flow
Montana Stepping out of the elevator, Carson motions for me to walk toward the casino floor. His palm rests on my lower back, just above my bottom. The heat emanating from his touch nearly brands me.He’s being such a gentleman. If I weren’t as careful as I am, I might start to swoon. I’m sure underneath his protective politeness he wants to drop me off with Peyton and get back to the privacy of his room.“I think we’ll find Peyton near the tables,” I say, looking around us.“What?” he inquires, turning to face me.The loud bells, whistles, and conversations of the casino surround us. That combined with how close he is standing to me makes my head spin. I lean in to repeat myself. I get a heady whiff of his cologne and what I assume to be his own masculine scent.My God. This man is sexy. I breathe him in and lean in closer. In my heels, I don’t have to stretch much to speak near his ear.“I need to find Peyt
Carson After introductions, Warner demands we hang out at the MGM Grand before we do anything else. He’s the stereotypical diva, an attitude that comes with the territory of being a lead singer in a popular band. As far as he’s concerned, he must always get his way. Apparently, he promised some drunk millionaire last night that he’d return to play poker tonight, so we head across the street.The Vegas heat has cooled off as the sun sets. The energy of the city is alive and vibrant as crowds of tourists hustle around us. Strolling models with huge, towering feather wings stop for photos and other entertainers amuse passersby.Montana and I hang to the back of the group while her friend seems at home, entertaining the rest of the guys with her quick wit and wide smile.“We’ll give him an hour or two tops,” I promise Montana. “And, we don’t have to stay with him at the poker table. There’s plenty to do and see in the MGM.”Sh
Carson A commotion in the far corner of the casino bar draws my attention away from Montana’s pretty face. A DJ sets up his gear, preparing to entertain the growing crowd. The overhead music pauses for a moment, then the DJ starts his first song. It’s no surprise it’s a country song. The decor of the entire place screams wood, cowboy, and country. Patrons around the bar begin moving to the music and singing along.“The two of you should feel right at home,” Eli states.“Not everyone in Iowa farms potatoes and loves country music,” Peyton snaps, clearly offended by his assumption.“What’s the line in The Beach Boys’ song?” Eli presses his luck. “Midwest farmers’…”“Finish that statement and I’ll demonstrate a city girl kicking your ass.” Peyton raises one perfectly shaped eyebrow in a challenge.Montana bites her lip, trying not to laugh.“I’m sorry,” Eli lies. “I didn’t mean to tease you.”Eli loves to
CarsonSliding back onto her barstool, Montana thanks us for ordering another round, noting glasses of water are now on our table.“What’s in the bags?” Peyton asks, eyes glued to the large bags at Eli’s feet.He dips his hands into one, handing red cowboy boots to Peyton. From the other bag, he passes brown boots with jade embellishments to Montana.“Why did you buy us boots?” Montana asks, her head tilted to one side, eyes like lasers on Eli.“I dare you to perform your state fair winning routine.” He smirks back at her. “You mentioned you can’t dance in sandals, so I found you boots.”Montana shakes her head. “You didn’t just find us boots. You bought us boots. And I can tell these are expensive, too.”“Don’t mind her,” Peyton says, patting Eli’s arm. “I absolutely love them.”“So, you’ll dance?” he asks, face lighting up with the possibility.“Um…” Montana hops back into the conversation. “New boots give blisters, especially without socks.”Clearly, she h
Montana I can’t wash the huge smile from my face, and there’s an extra swing in my hips as I walk towards the band’s table. Peyton’s already there. Everyone’s attention is glued on her, except Carson’s. His eyes scan me head-to-toe multiple times as I approach.He extends a fresh beer to me. When I grasp it, he pulls me tight to his side before I can take a sip.“I owe Eli huge for talking the two of you into dancing,” he murmurs huskily near my ear. There’s a sexy smirk upon his face. When his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, heat floods my belly. “I should have recorded it to watch over and over again.”I playfully tap his forehead. “Guess you’ll have to rely on your spank-bank material up here.” I look up at him through my lashes. His whiskey-brown eyes darken with desire.The rest of the band turns their attention on us. Eli wraps his arm around my shoulders. “You didn’t disappoint.”“Oh, we never disappoi