Caught on Camera: Part Four Read Free Page A

was shaped like a champagne glass with bubbles popping over the rim. As with everything in Las Vegas, the bar appeared decadent and flamboyant—magnificent shiny golden steps, huge black panels flanking the door that was about four times higher than it needed to be, and bright lights that screamed rich.
    “Fuck, that’s a bit posh for me,” Reece said.
    “Sod it. Our money’s as good as anyone else’s.”
    “Yeah, but—?”
    “No buts,” Cade said. “Come on. I’ll treat you to a glass of champagne. I can’t imagine they sell beer in here.”
    They climbed up the plus-sized steps and a man in a black tux opened the door. He nodded at them and waved his hand, inviting them in.
    Reece sucked in a breath. If he’d been told this time last week that he’d be waltzing into a posh champagne bar in Vegas with a gorgeous guy who was into him, and it didn’t matter how much the drinks were—he’d have straight on laughed his head off.
    But it was true.
    This was where he was.
    He paused for a moment and looked at the lavish chandeliers and the vertical brass-chain curtains that partitioned off elegant places to sit.
    “Hey, Vegas Player, what can I get you today?”
    A man in a smart white shirt, black waistcoat and tie, and tight black trousers stood before them, smiling.
    “We’ll take two signature cocktails and a plate of your best blini,” Cade said without missing a beat.
    “Certainly, sir, please take a seat and I will bring them right on over.”
    Cade stepped to the side, heading for two white leather bucket seats.
    “What’s the signature cocktail?” Reece asked, drawing up next to him.
    “God knows, but it’s bound to be really fucking good.”
    “And blinis?”
    “Sure to be caviar or salmon or something that we wouldn’t normally have in town on a Saturday night.” He laughed. “Beats a kebab, eh?”
    “Yeah, it does.” Reece glanced around. Blini wasn’t usually in his vocabulary, let alone on his menu.
    At the table next to the one Cade had made a beeline for, two girls sat sipping from margarita glasses.
    Reece noticed one of them follow Cade with her gaze. And who could blame her—he looked really fucking hot today, like a movie star, which of course he was.
    She had shoulder-length, pencil-straight blonde hair, and bright scarlet lips. Reece had seen Hollywood starlets on the red carpet look less groomed. Her nails were long, the tips bright white and she wore a pale-blue dress, super-tight, that had stripes around it that would have made her look fat had she not been so skinny.
    As Cade sat, she leaned into her friend, cupped her hand near her mouth and said something into her ear.
    They both smiled and giggled.
    The friend had curly dark hair that billowed down in bubbles from her head to her breasts. Her dress was brilliant red, the same as her friend’s lipstick, and very tight. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and settled her gaze on Reece.
    Reece smiled, a little awkwardly, and sat opposite Cade to wait for their drinks.
    “You okay?” Cade asked, picking up a cocktail menu and tapping it on his thigh.
    “Yeah.”
    “Sure?”
    “Yeah.” Reece paused and glanced at the girls again. He tried not to grip the arms of the chair. “We have an audience here.”
    “A few hours too early,” Cade said with a sexy grin.
    Reece gave a huff of amusement and the girl smiled a little wider. She’d mistaken the twitch of his lips for him showing interest in her.
    “Fuck,” Reece said, returning his attention to Cade.
    “What?” Cade said.
    “Those girls… They’re looking our way.”
    Cade leaned forward, frowned. “It’s fine.” He smiled. “Chill out.”
    Reece relaxed back and aimed his attention at the bar. The waiter was shaking a silver cocktail mixer, the ice rattling wildly.
    “What do you think?” Cade asked, aiming his iPhone toward Reece.
    “I like it,” Reece said, grinning and touching the side of the phone.
    Cade had changed his screen-saver to the