Dirty Sex by Ashley Bartlett

Author:Ashley Bartlett [Bartlett, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781602828186
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The next afternoon when I woke up, Ryan was gone. In his place was a note. Went for stuff. Back tomorrow morning. Great.

I had no intention of being there when Reese’s door opened. Since it was almost three in the afternoon, that would probably be soon. I changed and was about to leave for the pool. My hand was on the door when I turned back. The guilt was killing me and I didn’t even know what I was guilty about. I picked up the phone and ordered some room service for Reese’s breakfast. Just some fruit and other stuff Reese liked. When it arrived, I wrote a note explaining where I was, but with no overt remorse. Then I went down to the pool feeling slightly less terrible.

I’d only been there twenty minutes when one of the ever-present waitresses brought me a mimosa.

“I, uh, didn’t ask for that.” A mimosa sounded damn good, but I wasn’t sure where it came from.

“It was sent from a Ms. DiGiovanni,” was her explanation before floating away.

I guess that meant we’d forgiven each other. For another twenty minutes, I procrastinated in the sun sipping my drink. It was boring by the pool. And hot. I decided to suck it up and go back to the room.

“Hey,” I called when I opened the door.

“Hey,” Reese responded. The suite smelled like her shampoo and she was only wearing a towel. That was trouble. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Uhh, yeah. No problem.” I tried not to stare at the towel knotted above her breasts. No, fuck that. I tried not to stare at her breasts. “I’m gonna jump in.” I indicated the shower. She nodded.

When I emerged from the bathroom with wet hair, Reese was dressed in tight, cuffed Bermuda shorts and a loose V-neck T-shirt with nothing underneath it. The outline of her fantastic nipples was just barely visible.

“You want to walk the Strip?” Reese asked without looking at me. I pretended to deliberate. She turned to look at me. “If we stay here we’re just going to drive each other crazy. So we may as well blow a couple hundred bucks.” It was a convincing argument. “If we go, you can play on the opposite side of the casino. You won’t even have to see me.” She was joking. I was almost sure of it.

“Just don’t let me drink any booze.” Because I might do something stupid.

“Me either. I’m already going to be hung over for a week.”

“I’ll be right back. I need clothes.” At her nod, I went into my room. If we were walking the Strip, I needed to blend. Cargo shorts, my favorite western shirt, and flip-flops.

“You look like a tool,” Reese said when I came out.

“What? You don’t like the shirt?” I finished closing the little pearly snaps. What was wrong with western shirts?

“It’s so been done.”

“Not like this, buttercup.” I looked good. Fuck her. “And you’re the one who looks like a tool.” Mature.

“Witty, that’s why I like you.”

“You’re a bitch, you know that?”

“I’ve been told.

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