"Strippers, again!" I said as soon as we were in our suite of the Wynn Las Vegas Casino Hotel. Mason must have shares in strip joints or something 'cause he never seemed to have a problem booking one. "What's up with you?" I play-punched Mason to let him know that I was thinking more about the adrena-line of losing money and winning on the tables. About drinking too much and perhaps flirting with the odd girl. Seeing another stripper just brought Emma to mind. It had made me laugh when Mia accused Emma of having work done. When I used to visit Sophia in college, every guy wanted a piece of Emma. Even since she was nine-teen, she had those same big boobs and ass to match. Shit, I knew it was all natural and as a teen, I was hot for her. I was young, and she was like this goddess that used to share a room with my sister. Back then she had glasses and whenever she used to sway her long dark hair back to get it out of her eyes, it only made my crush even worse. Now I was all grown up
"This is crazy; you know that, right?"Sophia nodded as we stood in line to check into the Wynn. The place was wild; from the number of guests that were checking in to the tiled multi-colored flooring, it was a place to have fun. I just didn't see why we had to come here and couldn't just wait until the weekend was over. Why did she insist on us coming to act as her baby brother's sitter? I was a doctor, not a babysitter!She asked me one question; "You ever been to Ve-gas?" When I told her that I hadn't, she'd insisted that we came to rescue her brother. I had never been to Ve-gas, and I hated to admit how naive I felt coming here. I never expected it to be like this, but then I suppose that's why everyone gets wild in Vegas. It wasn't because it was a quiet destination; it was the complete opposite. The lighting in the reception was unreal. I felt like a kid visiting the candy store for the first time. They had lights on the walls which looked as if they were spitting fire.
What was it about the roulette table? Even when you don't want women to hang around you, they see you winning, and they swarm around you like bees to honey. It was only nine, so it was pretty early for Vegas. I had been to Vegas a few times, so I knew my way around. But no matter how much they updated the hotel, the people never changed.Mason was acting suspicious; checking out his phone all the time. Then he'd be looking around as if he was on the lookout for someone. I was just about to ask him if the stripper-or strippers, if Mason had hired one for all of us-were due to meet us at the table or some-thing. But then Paul won and was jumping up and down as if he had made a touchdown. In the midst of it all, I saw who Mason was looking out for as I saw Sophia ap-proaching our table slowly. My eyes darted in his direc-tion, but he ignored me."Who won? Who won?" Sophia said I ignored her question. "What are you doing here?""Me?" she asked innocently while putting her ha
I took a deep breath, wondering what I'd got my-self into. I should tell Sebastian that this wasn't going to happen, I hated losing, and most of all I hated casinos. I had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going to happen next; I had been naive thinking that I had the up-per hand. As they called for the last bidder I wondered if Sebastian knew that he was about to win. "You're not tricking me are you?"Sebastian smirked, wordlessly answering my ques-tion, which should in itself have made me want to leave the table. But my feet felt as if they were stuck in quick-sand as curiosity got the better of me. Sophia's brother had filled out and was so fucking hot. Like too hot. He was once a spotty little kid that used to hang on to my every word. That was back when we'd first met, when Sophia was my roommate back in college. Since then he'd filled out, and judging by the tight biceps that were holding onto me, in more places than one.I could smell his strong musk, and as I tu
"Hey, so what's up with you and the doc?" Kent said as he tried to snap the chips out of my hand. I avoided his grip. "You want your money back; then you're going to have to win it. Like winners do, not losers." He passed me a glass of champagne that the wait-ress had just given him, along with her number. Yep, the big bad giant boys were in town. "Give that to Paul!" I titled my head disapprovingly. I had admired Mia and Kent for being in a relationship, and now Kent was going to act like some dog and cheat on her. Not cool; not cool at all. Sure, I knew that plenty of players did it, but that was their business; none of them were my close friends. Besides, Paul was single and it didn't matter if he hooked up with nearly every waitress in Vegas; there wasn't anyone back home waiting for him."What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!" Kent said as he slipped a couple of my chips into his pocket. Now I was acting like my mom as I took my chips out of his greedy hands. I wa
"My, my, my, we are really serious," I sighed as I made to sit next to her. Then she darted to the Red, White, and Blue machine, as if her odds were better on those slots. She didn't realize that she was a winner al-ready. Maybe not on the slots, but with me later on. "Wow, you're going for gold! Trying to figure out which one has the biggest payout. Do you have your room card?" She nodded. "Sure when we checked in, it was my first question.""How to win on the slots? Really?" She laughed, "You know when I do find a ma-chine; you're playing too. I'm not doing all this research for nothing."I wasn't a slot-machine kind of guy. I didn't mind watching her, but the whole idea of participating didn't appeal to me. "You can't just sit and watch me!"I think my stare gave her the impression that I could. She didn't wait for a response, so I blurted out, "The problem with slot machines is the fact that they don't feature the best payback." I just wanted to warn her in cas
I decided that I was thinking too much about it. I just saw a couple of chairs that were free at the "Quick Hit" slot machines and took my card out of my purse and just went for it. Before Sebastian sat down, he said, "Are you sure about this one?"I raised my hands and said, "This is supposed to be fun!" I wasn't going about it the right way though; I was looking at ways to win on the machines, reading the winning patterns. At the same time, I was using my phone to figure out the Vegas laws for the rules of the payouts.I shook my head. Sebastian was right. The whole point of it was to have some fun. I was turning it into a tedious exercise, which wasn't the point of us coming to the slots in the first place. I thought for a split second that maybe I'd come over here to get Sebastian alone, away from his friends. Especially seeing as he was so mad with Kent. Sophia had given me a quick rundown of their names before we came down to the table, seeing as I'm crap with names. Ke
"Where you going?" he called out after I had spent one dollar and won absolutely nothing. Which was more than could be said for him. He seemed to win every sin-gle time he put money in the machine, which wasn't of-ten. I had even made us switch machines at one point because I was sure that his one was the winning one whereas I was on the losing machine. He pointed out that there was no such thing, and the slot machine was all about luck. Something that I ob-viously didn't possess. "You're not upset because you haven't won any-thing are you?"I shook my head as he held onto my hand. I thought maybe he would pull me in for a kiss like he had done before at the wheel. Instead, he let go of me and turned his attention to the slots. I was more upset about the kiss that he had promised if he won.Was he toying with me?One minute he was all over me and the next, he was all over the damn slots that he never wanted to play in the first place. Even when he gave me the kiss, it was o