Loving the Odds (What Happens in Vegas) Read Free

back on his side. An hour alone with his laptop would surely help him come up with a solution.
    And if he didn’t, he could kiss his chance of making partner good-bye.

Chapter Two
    Bailey paced back and forth in front of Julian’s hotel room door. After seeing him with that gorgeous woman on his arm, she’d gone straight to the concierge and persuaded an employee to hand over her ex’s room number. A false story about her being his assistant and a few tears in her eyes had done the trick.
    In the thick haze of anger, she’d been convinced she could break into Julian’s room and lay in wait until he returned. Perhaps she could hide in the closet until he went to bed and then sneak out to steal the watch from his nightstand.
    But the second she’d walked up to the door all her grand plans had vanished like a poof of smoke. She wasn’t about to break and enter. And she most certainly wasn’t a thief…even if the heirloom in question had been stolen from her in the first place. Stooping to Julian’s level wasn’t worth compromising her values. Besides, there were an incredible number of things that could go wrong. Far too many for her to ignore.
    Her sensible heels were silent against the brightly patterned hotel carpet as she paced. Why hadn’t she approached him in the crowd? She could have embarrassed him into handing the watch over. Then she’d already be in a cab on her way to the airport. Instead, she’d run away with her tail between her legs like a scaredy cat.
    “What are you going to do now? Wait until he comes back to his room with the Selena Lockhart on his arm?” she muttered. “You’re an idiot.”
    The night Julian the Jerk had left her apartment played over and over in her head, the picture as clear and crisp as if she watched it on a movie screen. He’d come over for one of their scheduled weekly sleepovers. Since she worked such long hours and often took her work home, they didn’t see each other all the time. Only on the weekends and Wednesday nights.
    This particular Wednesday had started badly and ended worse. Julian was argumentative about everything and he’d left halfway through watching a movie to go for a walk. His phone had slipped between the cushions of the couch and she’d only found it when a call from a colleague had caused it to vibrate. It was then that she’d noticed this colleague’s name appeared a lot in his call log.
    Instinct had led her to check the messages—something she’d never done before. There were photos, filthy messages, promises. Dick pics.
    Honestly, why would any woman want a photo of that ? Sure, they were great in the heat of the moment and they served a biological function, but they weren’t particularly attractive appendages. Bailey had always thought they looked kind of…angry.
    It was why she preferred to have sex with the light off.
    “Ugh, why are you thinking about that?” She stomped back and forth in front of his door and shook her head. “Penises will not help you right now.”
    “That’s not true. Penises are actually quite helpful when you get to know them.” The smooth baritone of a man’s voice startled her. “I’ve been told mine is particularly skilled.”
    “One opinion does not a fact make,” Bailey said primly, trying to hide her mortification with a haughty look. But she feared the flaming heat in her face would give her away entirely.
    The owner of the voice stood at the door next to her. “How many would make it statistically significant? Because it was definitely more than one person’s opinion.”
    The words poured over her like warm honey and, for a moment, Bailey thought her knees might buckle. He had golden blond hair and eyes that seemed to shift from gray to green, refusing to be lumped into either category. A charming smile and perfect teeth. A fine dusting of blond stubble along his jaw.
    He wore a fitted charcoal suit, which accentuated broad shoulders and long legs. A white shirt was open at the neck.