What Happens in Vegas: A BWWM Alpha Male Romance
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Authors: Stacey Mills,Cristina Grenier
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Chapter 1: The First Meeting
“There will be plenty of
your
type there,” her friend, Michelle, giggled as she poured herself another drink. She took a sip and looked meaningfully at Shauna over the brim of her glass. “You’ll have your pick,” she added before taking another, longer sip. Shauna observed her while wondering why she continued to drink if she was already in good spirits and also what exactly she meant. She had an idea but it was not an insinuation she was too happy with.
“My kind of men,” she said flatly despite the sour taste in her mouth at the thought of what her friend might say next. The reason it bothered her so much was she knew Michelle spoke honestly so whatever she had to say was the way in which she viewed Shauna.
“You know, rich men. Those real successful types you’re always chasing after,” she said as she reached for the bottle of liquor again.
Shauna snatched it up and moved it away while staring at her friend right in the eyes, willing herself not to show too much of the anger she felt welling up inside her. She almost felt betrayed. “I don’t
chase
after anyone and I don’t single out rich men,” Shauna retorted with clear anger in her voice. She turned on her heel and walked away, taking the bottle with her. It was best to leave it alone and go cool down in order to avoid an argument and awkward situation. After all, there were more people around and the rest of the night was still ahead of them.
Unfortunately, her friend was not going to let that bottle escape her sights so easily. She marched right into the room behind Shauna and snatched it from behind, not bothering to mask her annoyance. “What the hell?”
“Is that what you really think of me?” Michelle stared at her blankly and then it dawned on on her that only she knew the reason she was upset. Her friend thought she had made a harmless comment. This seemed to tick Shauna off more and she shook her head. “Never mind,” she muttered before walking away. She felt Michelle’s hand grab her arm and stop her. “Tell me what is going on,” she said. Shauna sighed and knew it would be much harder to get out of this than to just talk about it. She rounded on Michelle and began talking with all the anger she had been holding back. “You think that’s all I am? Some helpless woman that just goes chasing men for the dollar signs attached to their names?”
Michelle gaped at her and stepped back. “That’s not what I meant,” she replied honestly. It was very clear she was concerned by the way Shauna had taken it.
“Then what the hell did you mean? That’s pretty much what you said. I’m not really drawing any conclusions here.”
“I said it the wrong way. I just… we all talk about types, you know? And the men you’ve dated, the men you seem to be attracted to-”
“It doesn’t matter. I know what I am. It just sucks that the person who is supposed to be my good friend doesn’t know any better. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” She walked away from Michelle and out onto the balcony where three of their friends were laughing and talking. She reached over and grabbed one of the open bottles to pour a drink into her own glass. She heard footsteps approaching quickly but before she had a chance to turn around, she felt thin hands grasping her shoulder and pulling her inside. She tried her best not to stumble and fall as she was being dragged backward.
“Don’t just walk away from me like that,” Michelle’s voice reached her ears from behind once they had reached a corner of the living room that was quiet. “I really didn’t mean it the way you thought. I know I said it in a shit way but seriously, that’s not what I meant. But, come on, don’t try to act like you don’t have a type.”
Shauna pulled away from Michelle and sighed, reaching up to massage her temples. She suddenly felt foolish. She was blowing all of this out of proportion and was about to ruin what was supposed to be a fun night out with her group of friends. They rarely all managed to get together like this and tonight was special because they had a VIP table at a new and exclusive lounge, all thanks to Michelle’s connections. The invitation had actually come unexpectedly and got everyone excited. She did not want to be the reason the night would be unforgettable for being ruined. “I’m not denying I have a type but I don’t pick them out for their net worth.”
Michelle reached forward and placed her hand on Shauna’s shoulder saying, “Oh honey, I know that. Now let’s go get some more drinks in you before we head out.” She winked and grabbed Shauna’s hand, pulling her back out onto the patio. “Time for shots before our ride arrives,” Michelle announced enthusiastically to the group. They all cheered and began passing around shot glasses followed by the alcohol, pouring and spilling and laughing. About forty minutes later, Michelle announced their ride had arrived and the group left the room in a flurry of laughter, stumbling, and trying to carry personal belongings. They piled into the limo the club’s organizer had sent for them and opened a chilled bottle of champagne despite none of them needing any more alcohol in their system. This was a rare occasion for all of them to be available at the same time, to be free and open to such an experience, and to have the type of invitation they did. “This night, it’s one for the ages!” Michelle raised her glass and the others all cheered before downing the champagne.
They were escorted straight to their VIP booth at the club, completely ignoring the scowls appearing on the faces of the people standing in the horrendously long line. The table was laid out with premium alcohol and mixers and they even had a personal cocktail waitress. They were truly experiencing the epitome of Las Vegas nightlife. They immediately poured a shot and cheered to the night ahead before Lisa, the rowdiest friend of the group jumped up and started dancing to the song that had started playing. It was not long before they were all up and dancing with each other, tripping, and laughing at each other. The club was packed and, as a result, was hot but their group was lucky enough to be on a platform and have enough space to dance. Shauna almost felt as if she, along with her friends, were on display or entertaining those below them. Many people, particularly men, continually glanced at them and made approving nods or gestures at their dancing. When she kneeled onto the booth and reached over for a glass of water, she noticed him for the first time.
He was standing at the far end of the bar, removed from everyone around him, and looking straight at her. She pressed the rim of the cool glass to her lips and tipped it back, the refreshing water hitting her tongue and waking up her senses. She continued to stare back at him wondering if he would break their eye contact any time soon. Instead, a small smirk played at the corners of his lips, a smirk that was soon covered by his own glass of alcohol as he took a drink. He was drinking some sort of liquor straight up but he did not make any sort of grimace when he tasted it. She imagined it must have been smooth going down. She surveyed him from head to toe, taking in his deep red shirt with the top two buttons undone and his black, fitted slacks. He seemed so confident and the way he just stood there, staring her down, commanded attention. She knew right when she laid eyes on him he was the kind of man who took charge and everyone knew it, nobody questioned it. She stood up straight and flashed him a smile, hoping it was charming and not drunkenly sloppy, feeling a brush of confidence when he smiled back. It was a small but genuine smile followed by a nod of the head before he started making his way through the crowd toward her.
She felt her pulse and breathing rate pick up as she walked forward toward the railing, leaning over as soon as he arrived to talk to him and exposing a view of her ample cleavage in the process. His tongue darted out quickly to moisten his lips before he smiled again and leaned up to whisper a soft “Hello” in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned back and looked around until she spotted the cocktail waitress. She held up a finger to signal he should hold on before she walked away to ask the cocktail waitress to bring him into the booth. She immediately went around and escorted him back to meet her. “Hi,” she said in an out-of-breath voice, “I’m Shauna. And you are?”
“Nick. Nice to meet you.” He took the hand she had extended and shook it but instead of letting it go, he pulled her toward him and planted a soft peck on her cheek. She felt the warmth of his lips spread across her entire cheek and reach down to her neck. It was completely unexpected and captivating, just like him. She held onto his shoulder and looked up into his eyes, giving a small jump when she felt his hand land on her small waist. He slowly moved it down the curve of her wide hips until he let it rest there, looking back into her eyes. Something about the way he looked at her implied he was asking for consent while letting her know exactly what he wanted, something that was incredibly rare in people. He took charge without force and it was insanely attractive. She could not help but notice the intense draw she already felt toward him.
He brushed one of the strands of hair away from her forehead and kept his hand on her hair, looking down at her face with admiration. He did not tell her she looked beautiful in words but she could see it clearly in his eyes. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Michelle walk past them, staring with a knowing smile on her face. “Your friends won’t miss you?” He ran his hand down her arm until he rested it on her waist and pulled her closer, close enough so her body was slightly pressed against his, and he shook his head. “They’re used to me disappearing,” he told her. He tilted his head and asked, “And your friends? They won’t mind I’ve invaded their space and cornered you here?”
She looked over his shoulder at her group and saw they were all still dancing and having a great time. It was mainly Michelle who stole occasional glances over at them. She raised an eyebrow when she caught Shauna’s eyes and nodded before looking away and rejoining the laughing group of girls. Shauna pulled back and met Nick’s eyes before replying, “Not at all.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “For the record, you don’t have me
cornered
.” He suddenly turned her slightly and walked her backward until she was wedged between the corner of the booth and his body. He smiled smugly and said, “I do now.” He leaned forward to give her a soft peck on the lips and, after pulling back to see her reaction, he bridged the gap and kissed her more firmly. He swept his tongue across her lips and she opened her mouth so he could deepen the kiss by sliding his tongue against hers. She tilted her head and grabbed the back of his neck, eyes shutting so she could focus only on kissing him. It was the most amazing kiss she had ever gotten or given. There was something about him, something that she found so undeniably alluring and unique.
