“Redhead at the bar.”
My eyes swung in that direction. She was hard to miss. Fiery-red hair that clearly wasn’t natural, but stunning just the same, hung down to the middle of her back in soft waves. Silky locks any man would die to run his hands through.
But her hair was only the tip of the iceberg. She wore a flirty black dress that draped off her shoulders, baring a tattoo on her creamy skin. My eyes wandered down her body to her legs and the black stilettos that adorned her feet. One leg bobbed nervously where it crossed over the other.
“She’ll do,” I said to my friend without taking my eyes off the beauty. Women like her were my weakness. She had me wanting more, when one night was all I had to give.
“I’ll take lead,” he said, tossing back his whiskey.
I was on my feet with my suit coat buttoned before he swallowed. “I got it.”
We’d been playing this game since college when a feisty coed showed us pleasure came in threes. Before that, I’d fantasized about a ménage à trois, but it always involved another woman, not my roommate. She schooled us that semester on how to please a woman in ways we hadn’t even imagined. Since then, we’d entertained lots of ladies with the skills we mastered. Great sex was about bringing a woman to orgasm many times over and seeing the look of pure ecstasy on her face. It was about being in the moment and treating her like a queen. Nothing was sexier than a woman who truly enjoyed herself.
I slipped onto the ornate stool next to hers at the bar. The Weeknd’s ‘Take My Breath’ played softly overhead. Of all the bars in Vegas, this was one of my favorites, and since I grew up here, I’d been to them all. I’d outgrown the dance clubs with their pulsing techno music and flashing lights. Sports bars weren’t my thing, and I was too young to patronize cigar bars. This classy vibe, with its R&B songs better fit my persona.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
“Macallan. Neat.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw her brow lift as she sipped her martini. She was even more beautiful up close. Silky smooth skin, cherry-red lips, and winged eyeliner right out of the sixties. Throw her in a red polka-dot dress and she’d be an iconic pinup girl.
The bartender placed my glass on the granite bar top.
“Thank you.” I took a small sip and turned to the siren next to me. “What’s a woman like you doing here all alone?”
She finished her martini and held her empty glass toward the bartender. “Does that line usually work? Kind of cliché, don’t you think?”
I chuckled at the woman for calling me out. “Fair enough, but still a valid question.”
“Escaping… just like everyone else in Vegas.” Her voice was strawberries drizzled in dark chocolate. Sweet with a hint of forbidden.
I glanced at her naked hand. “Husband?”
“No.” She lifted her replenished glass to her lips.
“Boyfriend?”
“Not for a while now.” She was giving me the cold shoulder, but I was determined to break through her icy demeanor.
“Is there a crazy bachelorette party you’re trying to avoid?”
Her cherry-red lips turned up at the corners. “That one would actually make sense, but sadly no. I came to Vegas alone.”
I was intrigued. “Coming to Sin City alone is a risky move. A beautiful woman like yourself is a walking target for an unscrupulous man trying to get into your panties.”
She let out a laugh that ended with a snort and quickly covered it with her hand. It was fucking adorable. “Oh, my god. That was so embarrassing.” She turned and faced me completely. “You wouldn’t happen to be one of those unscrupulous men, would you?”
I licked my lips and her eyes zoned in on them. “My scruples are fully intact. I’ll tell you no lies. I definitely want into your panties. That is, if you’re wearing any.”
She sucked in her cheeks as they flushed crimson. “And why would I let you do that? I don’t know you. What if you’re a serial killer who’ll leave me dead for the maid to find?”
Now, I laughed. “Do I look dangerous to you?”
She tapped a red fingernail against her lips. “You may not be a serial killer, but you’re definitely dangerous.”
I leaned forward into her space. “The only danger is having the best orgasms of your life. A souvenir you’ll be thinking about for months. Don’t you think you deserve that?”
A visible shiver shook her body. “I don’t even know your name.”
I had her on the hook, I just needed to reel her in. “Names are unnecessary. One night is all I’m offering. After that, we go our separate ways. What’s the point in coming to Sin City if you aren’t willing to gamble? Everyone knows what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. No strings. No attachments. Just pleasure.”
Brett slid onto the stool on the other side of her and ran his fingers down her spine. “Double the pleasure.”
Her head snapped his way. “Excuse me?”
“I was getting to that.”
“Getting to what?” she asked, looking between us, and clearly confused at the situation.
Damn Brett for jumping the gun before I laid the necessary groundwork. I whispered in her ear, “Ever had a threesome before?”
Her breath hitched. “No.”
I swept a lock of her fiery hair behind her ear. “We can make your wildest fantasies come true. Pleasure you didn’t know existed.”
Brett closed in on the other side with a kiss to her neck. “Imagine four hands all over this gorgeous body.”
“Two mouths,” I said seductively.
Brett went in for the kill. “Two cocks deep inside you.”
She shivered again. “I’m not sure I can handle that.”
“You can,” I said. “The question is, will you roll the dice and take a chance on having the most erotic experience of your life?”
“You have all the control, baby. Two men to do your bidding. If at any point you want to stop, all you have to do is say no, but I can guarantee that word won’t cross your lips.” Brett was a smooth talker. He closed deals all over the country, with both multibillion-dollar companies and lovely ladies. He had a charm about him women couldn’t resist.
I could see the wheels spinning in her pretty little head. Weighing her options. Deciding if this was something she wanted to do. “You’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain.”
“What about my self-respect?”
“You’re in Vegas. Everyone is involved in their own debauchery. No one needs to know. When you leave, we can be your dirty little secret,” Brett said.
The column of her throat bobbed as she swallowed down her apprehension. “I can leave at any time?”
“You can, but you won’t want to.” I stood and took her hand, leading her across the marble tile and over to the elevators as Brett paid the tab. I stared at our reflection in the gold doors as we waited for them to open. We looked good together. If she wasn’t a tourist breezing through the city, I might have been tempted to spend more than one night with her.
The doors opened and I led her inside. With her back to my chest, I wrapped my arms gently around her full hips and nuzzled into her neck. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Don’t be. We’ll take very good care of you. Trust me.”
