Bittersweet Symphony (The Damaged Souls series Book 2) by Belinda Boring

Author:Belinda Boring [Boring, Belinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Heart Press
Published: 2016-08-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Caylee

“I’m surprised he let you leave the hotel room looking like that, Caylee.” There was no point denying that Rebecca’s compliment made me feel good. Even though I hadn’t been the one to pack my overnight bag, there was no complaining over how kick ass the outfit made me look and feel.

I hadn’t noticed the attention as we all climbed out of the taxi into the outside valet area of the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino.

But Cooper had. There was no mistaking the possessive curl of his arm around my shoulders as he kept me close. It was a clear signal to anyone watching that in order to get to me, they would need to go through him. Judging from the alpha gleam in his eyes, he was fully aware of how sexy the black designer jeans looked as the fabric hugged my behind like a glove. I had no idea where the tank top came from—the words, Good Girls Go To Heaven. Bad Girls Go Everywhere, scrolled across my chest. With a long chain around my neck, a blinged out skull hanging just below my breasts . . . I looked like sin. At least, that was the feeling I sensed from Cooper.

At the last moment, Rebecca had shoved an assortment of leather bands for my wrist—one in particular with a series of crucifix tiles attached to the weaving. Those were my favorite.

It was a little more rock girl than I usually wore which made it perfect. If we were here to celebrate and have a good time, there was no point playing it safe.

Go big or go home.

Or in my case, go back to the hotel and show Cooper just how bad I could be. I was his number one groupie and fan, after all. I had no problem rocking his world and then some.

“Remind me to thank you tomorrow morning,” I whispered discretely, watching as Cooper, Marty, Aidan, and Troy scanned the casino for directions to where Wasted Malice were playing in an hour. There was an excited thrum in the air—part from the rush of gambling and from all the people milling about.

Vegas was intense. It was a far cry from the quieter, less frantic atmosphere of Black Canyon.

“What time are we meeting up with that stripper guy?” Rebecca asked, craning her neck so she could see him, which was hilarious because the only description she had of him was from me.

For what seemed like the millionth time tonight I slapped my roommate, chastising her. “Dude, what did I tell you? You can’t call him that!”

“Why not? It’s his job, isn’t it?” In true Rebecca fashion, she’d enjoyed my retelling of Ink Edges, asking to see Cooper’s piercing, cringing when she imagined the pain. But as soon as we told her we’d invited Six and his girlfriend, Brooklyn, to join us, she’d renamed him the Stripper Guy.

I swear she was going to be the death of me. Sometimes, I didn’t know whether to be amazed and proud of how comfortable she was or mortified over what came out of her mind.

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