Match Made In Vegas by Kathy Ivan

Author:Kathy Ivan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kathy Ivan
Published: 2015-12-18T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

So wrapped up in her thoughts, Cindy didn't realize where they were until Chuck pulled up in front of the Bellagio and handed his keys to the valet. Opening her door, he helped her out and steered her inside, where cool air-conditioned air wafted across her skin. With a single glance, she knew she didn't belong here. Hell, she wasn't dressed for a place like this, in a faded T-shirt and ratty old jeans. Fortunately they weren't too holey and didn't ride too low on her big hips, or she'd be further mortified. The fleeting thought passed through her mind and she wondered if they'd toss her out on her backside for lowering the quality of their clientele.

“I should go…”

“Upstairs. We needed someplace to talk in private. My room gives us all the privacy we need, with no prying eyes watching our every move.”

He pushed the elevator button and within seconds the doors slid open and he guided her inside, a gentle hand in the small of her back. Even with her arms wrapped around her body, she felt vulnerable. Raw and exposed.

He'd met her family. Truthfully, things went better than she'd anticipated. Momma hadn't jumped in feet first, demanding an audition, much less a contract based on nothing except the fact her daughter was sleeping with him. Daddy hadn't tried to finagle a gig. Though, things probably would have been different if Tate hadn't been around. He tended to keep a tight rein on their over-exuberance.

Chuck slid his key card into the lock, and swung open the door to the penthouse suite. Holy wow! She'd stayed in some fancy hotels across the country. Hell, around the world actually, with Kyle's tour schedule, but this suite was excessive luxury, over-the-top when it came to decadent excess. The spectacular views alone warranted big bucks, and since it was the penthouse at the Bellagio, they probably got it, too.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the world famous dancing fountains. She felt like a little kid who wanted to press her nose against the glass and stare at the sunlight sparkling on the water.

“You ready to talk?” Chuck's warm whisper was a breath against her skin, and sent a shiver along her nape. Goosebumps raised and she rubbed her hands along her arms, willing her traitorous body to stand down. He was right. They needed to talk, though she'd rather be just about anyplace else right at this moment. If she could turn back the clock to earlier that morning, she'd have handled things differently.

“Babe, stop tying yourself up in knots. Nothing is so bad we can't work through it.”

“That's what you think.” She muttered the words sotto voce.

She turned and leaned back against the glass, feeling the coolness of its surface through the thin material of her shirt. It felt nice against her overheated skin. Her eyes scanned his face, looking for any indication, the slightest sign of his thoughts. But trying to read him was like her trying to read War and Peace in its original language.

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