Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale Read Free Page B

stupid, but seriously there is something about him that continued to pull me in, no matter how many times we played out the Pretty Woman fantasy.
    The hot shot that owned the club carried on in the distance about his accomplishments and how excited he was to be in Vegas and not in jail. Seriously? Was that supposed to be fucking impressive or something? The crowd humored him with a pity laugh, and I order another drink. Never taking a minute to look at the rich asshole. I knew his type all too well. No doubt he was gorgeous with women throwing themselves at him left and right. He thinks he is good in bed, but the reality was... he could barely keep it up, let alone use it to please a woman properly.
    Nora stopped talking and I snap back into the real world. Far away from my thoughts about the men I dealt with far too often. Maybe I was becoming bitter with my job. Maybe I didn’t love it as much as I had for the first year. Or maybe I just needed a change in clientele. Especially after Jude. Damn him for being so deep in my damn brain!
    “Check this one out,” Nora nodded in the guy’s direction. His deep dark eyes caught mine across the room and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk.
    I looked away and picked up my fourth drink of the night and head for the ladies room, tugging Nora at my side.
    “Not interested. I’m not on the clock, Nora. You know my rules.” My rules. Ha! It had become pretty sad that the only men I will actually fuck are the ones paying me. It worked for me though. It kept the attachments at bay, which was exactly what I am going for.
    It’s not that someone had hurt me in the past. I had my fair share of heartbreak, what girl in high school doesn’t? But unlike most of the women I knew, I was perfectly content to be alone. I could totally grow old as the prostitute cat lady without a care in the world, because I wouldn’t have to play mom to an overgrown male toddler. Because if we are being honest ladies, that is exactly what marriage is!
    “One day you will finally get that relationship stick out of your ass and start dating, Jenny.”
    Maybe someday, but not any damn time soon. Actually, not likely at all.
    The line for the ladies room was absolutely ridiculous. What else is new?
    As we stood there, I throw back the last drink of the night. I was already far over my one drink limit. Anymore and I am sure bad shit will happen. I foolishly allowed myself to get this hammered already.
    “Mr. Verlinden insists you ladies use his personal facilities .” His cold grey eyes scared me, even as his entire being radiated with protectiveness. “The name is Dean Croft; I am Mr. Verlinden’s body guard. If you will come this way, please.”
    Before I could decline, Nora was following this stranger like a lost puppy dog. Didn’t she realize this is the shit Lifetime movies are made of? I wanted to scream at her to run in the other direction.
    We round the corner into a dark hallway. The red accents along the sprawling corridor are nothing short of impressive. I was momentarily distracted until the man stopped at a black steel door and began pressing the keys of some fancy number keypad. The door popped open and I felt like I was walking into a completely different world.
    It was brighter than the night club. The walls were bare and the hall was lined with various random doors. I could only imagine what kind of working girls are turning tricks on the other side of those doors. Pretty typical here in Vegas.
    “Right this way, the personal bathroom back here is much nicer.” His steps were heavy on the tile flooring, his muscles even more intimidating in the bright lights and as much as I wanted to be scared of him, I just wasn’t. Take that Mr. Big Bad Bodyguard !
    “Thank you so much, Mr…what did you say your name was?” Nora fawned over him, batting her long fake eyelashes at him and flashing her million dollar smile. Whatever his name was from our conversation earlier in the night