“What the fuck.” Confused, I rode the brakes and approached slowly. “This can’t be her place.”
The computer navigator disagreed with a friendly ding.“Arrived at your destination!”
“No no no … aw, hell. I’m gonna be late.”
Convinced I’d entered the wrong address into the GPS, I pulled over and parked at the end of the queue of cars waiting outside the hotel’s entrance. I dug into my trouser pocket for my phone, a wave of panic coursing through my veins, and pulled up Olivia’s text.
To my astonishment, though, the address she’d given me was the exact same one I’d entered into the GPS. Andthataddress matched the one written on the awning of the enormous casino hotel.
I rapidly tapped out a text to Olivia. “Hey, are you staying at the Grand Royale? Cuz that’s where your address took me.”
“Yup! Be out in a sec!”
I let out a massive breath of relief.
But now I hadmorequestions, like, why the hell was she staying at a hotel? She said she was back home for the summer … so … shouldn’t she be at her home?
Whatever. You already know this chick’s kinda weird. Who knows what her situation is?
I killed the engine, hopped out, and walked to the front so I could greet “Jane” when she arrived. A black car waited towards the front of the queue. I wouldn’t have noticed it at all, except the door opened and a middle-aged driver climbed out. Leaning against his car, he folded his arms and watched me.
Are you giving me the stink eye?I thought, and stifled a laugh. The lucky fuck should count his blessings that I had somewhere important to be and couldn’t afford to mess up my suit. If he looked at me like that any other time, we would’ve had a problem.
Loser,I thought, turning my attention elsewhere.
I glanced up at the colossal building, my neck straining at its towering presence. Its signage glowed,Grand Royale.
Is this a bad omen?
Because the Grand Royale wasn’t justanycasino hotel. Sal Capuano owned a number of casino hotels in Vegas, but the Grand Royale was his flagship. The crown jewel of his empire. His biggest, most important—
In an instant, my train of thought was derailed by a staccato rhythm of heels on the pavement. I didn’t even have to look—whoever this woman was, she looked absolutely amazing tonight, and waskillin’ itwith that sexy strut. I could hear it in the confidentclick-clackof her walk.
As I turned my head to catch a glimpse, my heart skipped a beat, because deep down, I already knew this was my girl—this was Olivia.
Even so, the second I laid my eyes on her, she stole my breath away.
Olivia moved towards me gracefully, draped in an elegant but alluring scarlet red dress that hugged her hourglass figure. I could tell she was hot during our interview, butdamn,I had no idea she looked likethis.Her round breasts, bouncing with every step, begged for my eyes. I stole a quick glance down her plunging neckline.Good lord.
She stood before me, smiling radiantly, and for a second, I was too tongue-tied to speak.
“Hello, Jane,” I managed to croak out at last. “You are … wow. Beautiful.” The knot in my throat tightened as my eyes wandered up and down her long, toned legs. “You really look stunning tonight.”
“Thanks.” She smirked. “But did you just call me Jane again?”
“Yeah, but on purpose this time. I’m getting into character.”
She giggled. “Oh, I see. We’re rehearsing.”
“That’s right. So from now on, you’re Jane.” I slid my hand around her waist and started walking her to my Porsche. “My smokin’ hot girlfriend.”
“Let’s get one thing clear.” Olivia casually removed my hand from her side. “Just because I agreed to do this doesn’t mean you have permission to put your hands all over me.”
I opened the passenger door for her. “I guess that means you won’t be wanting to pull over somewhere so we can practice kissing?”
“Nice try.” She laughed as she climbed in. “But that definitely won’t be happening, either.”
“But don’t we want to look like a real couple?” I asked, still holding her door. “Won’t my boss think something’s up if we aren’t showing any PDA?”
