What happened in Vegas: Didn't Stay In Vegas! by R. Lorelei

obliviousness to it which was
enchanting.
    “Bradley, ” I said in my calmest voice. “ Strange meeting you here. ”
    “Likewise, I
thought you lived in a loft close to the
hospital? ”
    “I do, but I
heard about this place from some nurses, and I wanted to check it
out. Do you live close? ”
    He smiled and
rolled his car keys around his finger, “ Just around the
corner. ”
    I noticed he
didn ’ t have a shopping cart and wasn ’ t carrying any
bags, “ Are you shopping? ”
    “They
didn ’ t have what I needed, until now. ” That pick
up line made me weak in the knees. I grasped on to my shopping cart
for support aware of its wheels and inability to provide me with
any support. “ How much longer will
you be until you ’ re
done? ” He asked.
    `I looked at
him smugly, “ It sounds like
you ’ re flirting with me, and that ’ s not very
professional now is it Bradley? ”
    He took a step closer to me and now he was
in my space, I was becoming short of breath.
    “Fuck
professionalism, it ’ s
overrated. ”
    “Oh
dear, ” I teased. “ I ’ m really
not that kind of girl. ”
    “We need to
talk Chanel. ”
    “Do
we? ” I still continued to tease.
    “We
do. ” Shop later, follow me in snowball, you can park her at
my house. ”
    “Sounds like a
plan. ” Groceries could wait. I jumped into Snowball and
pulled up to his Hummer, which I hadn ’ t noticed, was in the
parking lot when I came, but I also hadn ’ t been looking
for it. It only took us a few minutes to get to his
place.
    We pulled up to
a newer styled house stucco and pot lights galore with a three car
garage. Bradley pulled up to a garage door, and I pulled up beside
him at another garage door, both opened simultaneously. We parked
together like we had been doing it for years. When I got out of the
car I locked Snowball and then spoke to Hummer, “ Don ’ t get any fresh
ideas! ”
    We entered the house from inside the garage.
It took us right into a hallway off the kitchen. The kitchen was
beautiful. The cabinets were antique white, smartly designed at
staggered heights. Corner cabinets, glass cabinets, and all the
bells and whistles you could think of. There was a valance with
under cabinet lighting, an Island with breakfast stools and top of
the line fridge and stove with a matching range. This was my dream
kitchen.
    He invited me
into the living room which was black leather everything and shag
carpet everywhere. He then asked, “ Can I get you
something to drink? ”
    I hesitated; it
was early so I chose accordingly, “ Water? ”
    He disappeared into the kitchen and came out
with two bottles of water. He motioned his hand toward the couch
suggesting I be seated. I gladly sat down a full couch cushion away
from him so we could look at each other while we were talking.
    Bradley ’ s leather jacket came
off, he took it off somewhere between the living room and the
kitchen. I didn ’ t notice him take it
off, or I would have watched him do it. Now I saw him in his shirt
with two buttons open and I just wanted to tear the shirt off his
back. He was wearing sexy pants and he ’ s taken off his
cowboy boots for comfort and now he ’ s in his black
socks.
    The fragrance he was wearing was very
enticing. If I had to guess, my first guess would be Versace. Oh
yes, it was definitely Versace. I wanted to bury my nose wherever
he sprayed, and in other places too. Then I remembered what I
looked like and came back down to earth, snapping myself out of my
mini fantasy. I find myself having way too many of these.
    He started the
conversation first (so Alpha Male, Yum)! “ When you told me
about your relationship with Nick, it surprised me. I needed time
to digest it, because I ’ ve liked you from the
moment I met you. (Oh Alpha Male likes me!)
    If I begin
seeing you, I need to know you are willing to give him
up. ”
    “What do you
mean, ‘ give him up?' Stop all the codes, stop
everything? ” I needed to know exactly what he