by Grey, Chloe
I was about to step inside, when I saw the door open down the hall and Drew walked out. I turned and leaned against the wall as he approached me, recalling I had promised to talk to him after our salon appointments. It was now a couple hours later, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his explanation.
“Drew.” I stopped him and put my hand up between us so he wouldn’t get any closer. “Give me a few minutes okay? I just got back and I need a drink. I’ll come and knock in a few minutes, and we can speak in your room.”
“Sure. I’ll wait.” He ran a hand through his hair and went back to his room. He looked pensive, worried, but I was still peeved at him for showing up.
I stormed back into my suite and let the door slam behind me. “I can’t believe the nerve of him.”
“Who?” Monica was already treating herself to a glass of chilled wine from the minibar.
“Drew. He thinks he can just show up here and I’m going to appreciate it. Why is he even here?”
I slammed the ice bucket down and one of the tourism pamphlets went flying to the floor.
“What are you rambling about?” Monica asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Drew…I just saw him outside. He’s been waiting to explain things to me.”
I crossed my arms, fuming. Seeing him at the door, just next to our room, was unnerving.
“I’m sorry. I’m just irritated he’s here.” I looked down at the floor. “He doesn’t trust me enough to tell me he’s coming. I don’t know if he’s following me, or if it has anything to do with me at all. And how the hell does he turn out to be Max Gorber’s brother and not tell me? It’s either he thinks I am stupid, naïve, or I don’t matter at all.”
“Hey. Go easy on him. Let him explain. Why don’t you just go see him right now?”
“Wait a minute, Monica. You know something, don’t you? What are you not telling me?”
“Look. I know just as much as you do. The only thing I didn’t tell you was that he was coming to Vegas, and that he wanted to tell you something important. I don’t know anything else. For all you know, his trip is a coincidence, or has less to do with you, and more to do with Max.”
For a moment, I thought it was possible, but then I knew how big of a coincidence that would have to be.
“It’s a thought, but not probable. He knew we were coming here and he tried to talk me out of it.”
“Hmm… sounds like he might have been jealous,” Monica stated, infuriating me more.
“He is not jealous. He is simply trying to control me. I wanted to use this getaway to find myself, not get caught up in Drew Masterson again.”
“Ouch. Caught up? That seems a little harsh, don’t you think? I thought you really liked him, Les.”
I shrugged, flopping back into the sofa. “Okay. Maybe it’s a little harsh, but I don’t know why he’s here.”
“Well the guy is waiting in the room next door to tell you everything. Maybe you should just go and ask him?”
I turned to her. Her face seemed softened. “Why? So that I can be even more upset?”
“No, but I don’t think you’ll be able to enjoy yourself while you’re thinking about Drew, and wondering what his motives are. He has to have a reason. Would it kill you to find out what it is? It’s clearly bugging you. Just go, alright? Or do you want me to go find out for you?”
I scrunched up my nose. I didn’t want to walk up to his door and knock, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I wanted to forget that he was there and hoped he would decide to go home. “Can’t I just pretend I never saw him? I mean, we could just deal with it when we get back.”
Monica laughed. “You could, but I know you. You really like Drew, Les. And he’s probably already fallen for you. So avoiding him like that, here in Vegas, do you think that would solve anything?”
I hated when Monica was right. I stood up and walked to the door. “If you hear yelling, you might want to call hotel security—for him! And when I get back, we’re going to a late dinner, and then we’re finding a club and I’m drinking and dancing until daylight.”
Monica smiled, but I couldn’t. I just wanted the evening over with. I took a deep breath and left the room. As I walked down the hallway, I wondered what his answer could be. I knocked on his door, feeling a sense of dread. I contemplated leaving, but heard the door opening.
I didn’t wait for him to say a word. “You have fifteen minutes to tell me whatever you want to say, Drew.”
The look on his face was classic. He hadn’t noticed my transformation in the distance. “Wow, Leslie. You look so different. You were already gorgeous before, but now, you look—stunning.”
As nice as it was to hear him with the compliments, I crossed my arms and reminded him I was pissed off. “What are you doing here, Drew?”
Chapter 5
Drew
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Leslie looked completely different. With her blonde hair, it made her eyes stand out even more. I heard her ask the question, but I was frozen in place. Then she asked me again, “Drew…what are you doing here?”
“I… I…Leslie, look can you just…” I stumbled over the words. I had tried to prepare for when I would see her and explain why I was in Las Vegas. Now that she was standing here, I had no idea what to say.
“I don’t have all night, Drew. I’ve got things to do. Just tell me and let me go.” Leslie glared at me. She was not going to give me an out.
I took her hand and led her inside. “Come in. I’ll tell you everything. But I may need more than fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen is all you get. Did you notice we’re in Vegas? We’re only here for two nights, Drew, and I plan to make the most of it. Tell me whatever you want, and we can talk about the rest when we get back home.”
Her offer was tempting. It would be much easier to give her the highlights now and tell her the rest later. But what would that do to her trust? I walked with her to the large living room sofa and sat beside her.
“Is your brother here?” She asked, looking around.
“No. He’s out with friends.”
“Because I’d hate to have anyone see me when things get ugly.”
“Leslie.” I turned to her and took her hands in mine. “I don’t know if I can tell you everything right this second. I’m still working through so much of it now. There’s a lot I’m learning about, myself. Here’s what I’ll say now. I came to Vegas for two important reasons. You, and Max. I was already worried about you traveling alone—”
“I’m not alone. Monica’s here.”
I nodded. “You know what I mean, but let me finish. I was already concerned about you, and as the week passed by, I was more and more convinced I should come and make sure you’d be okay. Then, last night, Max called—”
“Ahh yes. Your dear brother Max Gorber. The same brother I was literally drooling over on TV at your place earlier this week. And you never said a word! Were you ever going to tell me? Or do you like letting me make a fool of myself, Drew?”
“Leslie. You didn’t make a fool of yourself. You could never do that with me.”
“When were you going to tell me he was your brother, Drew?”
“It’s a long story, Leslie. Please understand, I’m still trying—”
“Everything is a long story with you, Drew. Do you think I’m so stupid that you have to drag out explaining things to me? I don’t need a breakdown, Drew. The truth would suffice.”
“It’s not that simple, Leslie.”
“What’s not that simple? I plan a girls’ weekend with Monica. You follow me out here. And in between, you hide that you have a brother and everything else you’ve been keeping from me.”
As gorgeous as she looked—and right now, she was the most gorgeous angry woman I’d ever seen—I was losing my patience. She wouldn’t let me speak, and she wouldn’t listen to a word I was saying.
“Will you just listen to me for a minute?” I could hear the cut in my voice.
“Look
. I don’t want to hear it anymore. I don’t care anymore, Drew.”
I stood up and walked to the windows. I couldn’t take it anymore. “You know what? Fine, Leslie. Fine. Forget I ever tried to talk to you. You think everything going on right now is about you. This time, it’s not. Well, it’s not the only reason I’m here. But you don’t care anymore. That’s what you just said, Leslie. So fine. There’s the door. Have a fun time in Vegas.”
I could sense her eyes piercing through my back when she stood up. I regretted everything I said the second she closed the door behind her. I wanted to chase after her, but what was the use? She said it herself. She didn’t care. I went back to sit in the sofa, and rested my head on the seat back, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest, and the feeling like the walls were slowly closing in on me.
There was a knock on the door less than five minutes later. I figured Max forgot his key, and went to open it. It was not Max.
“Leslie. What—”
“Hi. Look, I’m sorry, Drew. I didn’t mean what I said. Can I come in?”
I stepped out of her way and let her in. “Sure. But aren’t you late for, for whatever your plans were with Monica?”
“Plans can wait. And besides, I didn’t go back to the room all this time. I was thinking in the hallway.” She sat in the sofa and stretched a hand out to me so I would sit beside her. When I sat down, she took my hands in hers.
“I’m sorry, Drew. I was being selfish and I apologize.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. You’ve been nothing but kind to me. For that reason alone, I should give you the time you need.”
She leaned over to me and kissed me softly on the lips.
“You didn’t deserve my wrath this time,” she said when she pulled away.
“I didn’t? Was there a time that I did?”
“Yes. When you stole my job.” She smiled teasingly after she said it. “But that’s water under the bridge.”
“Well if you say so.” I couldn’t help but meet her smile with another kiss.
“So are you glad I’m here now, Leslie?”
“Well I wouldn’t go so far, Drew,” she joked, but then got serious. “You know what, Drew? Yes. I’m glad you’re here.”
I pulled her into my lap and held her tightly. “Good.”
She leaned into my chest and lay her head on my shoulder. “Okay. I’m listening now. Tell me everything.”
I cleared my throat to start spilling. I had no clue where to start. “Wait, where were you two going?”
“Dinner.”
“This late?”
“We haven’t eaten since after work.”
“Me neither. Do you want to go eat and then we can talk?”
“Well, we had planned to do a little partying afterward. Maybe you can join us? Monica won’t mind.”
“Well. Sure, I’ll come. I could use a bit of a release after the news I just got.”
“What news?”
“Really long story. I’ll tell you everything after we eat, and after I watch you bust a move on the dance floor.”
She let out a loud laugh. “Okay I need to get dressed.”
I helped her stand and got up to let her out. “Me too. Meet you in twenty minutes?”
“Perfect.”
I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her close before she left. I whispered, “I’m glad you came back to me.”
“Me too,” she answered, pressing a soft kiss on my cheek.
Her touch was just like that night she came to my door in her pajamas. I couldn’t resist touching her back. “I want you, Leslie.”
She looked up at me and gave me her silent permission. I pulled her gently by the hands and stopped in the middle of the living room, turning just enough to pick her up and carry her to my room.
Before we made it to the bed, I lowered her to stand. Her hands were wrapped around my neck, and her skin was so soft, so intoxicating as she let her hips grind on me. I leaned down and cradled her face in my hands to kiss her again. She let out a moan when I parted her lips and our tongues sought each other. When I growled in response, she hissed and slid a hand down to my throbbing cock.
“We don’t have much time, but I want you too Drew.”
I pulled away from her slowly and took a step back. I just wanted to look at her for a moment; to appreciate how beautiful she was, eyes darkened with desire, skin slightly flushed with her growing need. I wasn’t sure when she first showed up to see me, but when she came back, I knew she wanted me. That need was in her eyes even then.
She took two steps toward me to close the gap between us. I wanted to worship her. She was powerful, beautiful, and so alive. I let my hands roam down her body, dropping to my knees and lifting the hem of her dress, all the way to her waist. She held on to it, but didn’t need to in that sleek-fitting fabric that clung to her gorgeous curves. Without removing the dress, I kissed along the line of her panties. Her breathing quickened, and she spread her legs on instinct.
“Oh God, Drew.”
I slid two fingers under each side of her panties, kissing her mound through the soft fabric.
“Take them off and fuck me, Drew.”
I took the signal and ripped them off her. She gasped, but did not miss a beat. I threw the torn underwear aside and focused in on delivering all the pleasure she could ever need. I motioned for her to spread her legs farther apart. By now she was soaking wet, and her clit was already pronounced. I brushed by her clit with my tongue and gave her a taste of what was coming.
She grabbed my head and began to buck her hips with pleasure as I licked and sucked, tasting her first orgasm. A her movement slowed I slid two fingers into her, pumping them as her legs trembled and seemed to buckle when she came again.
“God! Oh fuck, Drew. Come inside me now, please baby.”
I stood up and carried her to bed, but she got up and bent over the side, begging me to enter her from behind. She ducked her head into the sheets and reached her arms back for me. I undid my jeans and let it drop to the floor as I positioned my rock hard cock at her soft, wet folds. I entered her slowly.
“Fuck! You’re so tight and wet, Leslie.”
“Fuck me hard, Drew. I need you.”
I grasped her hips and did what she asked, burying my cock deeper inside and harder with each thrust. She stepped up on her tiptoes—even though she was still in high heels—and stuck her ass up higher.
“Mmmm, oh God. I’m, gonna come again, Drew,” she said in a slow raspy voice. I squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her back as I buried my cock into her to the hilt, hitting her g-spot, or close to it. She reached a hand to her clit and touched herself as screamed her orgasm, bringing her head up from the sheets and searching for me as I came right along with her. I lifted her at the waist and pumped into her for two deep thrusts before exploding my release into her.
I slowly let go of her hips, and her upper body slumped on the bed. I sat beside her and gently rubbed her shoulder.
“You’re so sexy Leslie.” I pulled her into my arms and held her as she recovered. “Feeling alright?”
“Yes. That was so good. But we’re so late. I have to go now…Monica’s waiting for me,” she said breathlessly.
I got up and went to retrieve her panties, then remember I ripped them off her. “Sorry about these.”
“It’s okay. You can buy me some more,” she teased as she stood up to leave.
“Gladly.” I pulled her in for one last kiss and walked her to the front door.
“See you in twenty, Drew.”
I closed the door, relieved she was in better spirits. It also gave me some extra time to mull over Max’s news before I told her everything. I went to the guestroom closet and pulled out the suit I had brought along, before stepping into the shower.
Chapter 6
Leslie
In spite of Monica’s initial prodding, I didn’t tell her everything that happened. I only mentioned Drew would join us for
dinner and wherever we ended up afterward. Monica didn’t seem upset about having him tag along, so that was a bonus. I had a quick shower to clean up—I had to admit, I was a little upset with Drew, now that I had to wash off such a great makeup job—and got into my dress.
Monica was waiting to help me refresh my face, and we had a couple more glasses of wine as we got ourselves ready. She pulled my hair into a side ‘do, securing it with a few clips. This was the new me, and I liked it.
Drew knocked on the door shortly after we were ready. For some reason I felt nervous, but laughed it off and went to the door. I saw the pleased expression on his face, and could burst with confidence as his eyes grazed over me from head to toe.
“You look… amazing,” he said, his deep voice perking me up even more.
“You clean up nicely too,” I said, returning the compliment. He looked dashing as usual, in his sleek black suit and crisp white shirt.
He smiled graciously and looked behind me where Monica stood. “Hey, Monica. Looking good.” The words didn’t have the strength they did when he said them to me. He was being nice and I didn’t mind.
“Thanks,” Monica said, distracted by a bracelet she was trying to fasten.
I turned back to him. “So, the car should be waiting downstairs for us.”
“Car?” he asked.
“It’s a special weekend,” I responded.
I grabbed my purse and we headed out, Drew on my left and Monica on my right. No matter what was to happen, I wanted the night to be memorable. After all, I didn’t come to Las Vegas to for the usual. As we rode down the elevator, while Monica checked her makeup again in her compact mirror, Drew entwined his fingers with mine. It felt like a date, except it wasn’t. Sitting at the front of the hotel—waiting for us—was a black limousine.
Drew turned to us as we got outside. “Really?”
I shrugged. “I told you it’s special.”
Monica and I walked to the car with diva-like strides in our steps.