Only in Vegas by Lindsey Brookes Page B

Angie found herself turning more and more to Trey when she had a problem.  She trusted him and trust was not something she gave easily. 
    “If you think that view of the Grand Canyon is something, wait until you see it up close,” she said, not wanting to delve too deeply into emotional issues.
    “We aren’t parachuting in are we?” he teased.  “Because I have to tell you I’m not into extreme sports.”
    She laughed.  “Me either.  I was thinking that you and I could take a bus tour out to see it while we’re in Vegas.  The Grand Canyon is one of those places you have to see.  Not in pictures.  Not just from a plane.  But up close and personal.  I’m telling you, Trey, it literally takes your breath away.”
    He shifted in his seat to look at her.  “I love seeing you this way.  So excited.  So passionate.”  His Hollywood hunk-blue eyes moved over her.  “So sexy.”   
    Sexy.  A thrill of delight went through her.  Her body reacted to his word, to his thoroughly assessing gaze.  Her nipples peaked eagerly beneath her demi-cup bra, begging for his attention.  Why hadn’t she left her jacket on?
    Angie bit her bottom lip to keep from groaning aloud.  Then, as if her failure to control her own sexually starved body wasn’t enough of an embarrassment, the girls caught his attention. 
    Trey smiled.
    Not a full mouth, nice to see you kind of smile.  It was one of those lopsided, devil-may-care kind of grins she imagined said I’m ready for ‘dessert’.  She’d never been at the receiving end of one of those before.  At least not that she was aware of.
    “Cold?”
    “No,” she blurted out as she hurried to fold her arms across her breasts, shielding them from his view. 
    “No?”
    He had her there.  If she wasn’t cold, she was aroused with clear proof.  “Maybe a little cold,” she lied.  Because at that moment she was anything but cold.  Who would have ever guessed the changes one little request like ‘pretend to be my lover’ would bring about?
    He reached over her to shut off her air vent.  “I’m guessing there are going to be a lot of things out here that take one’s breath away.”  
    Too late.  Hers was already gone.
    Angie looked down, focusing on the magazine in her hands.  She tried very hard not to think about the little curl of warmth growing in the pit of her stomach.  The same one that had flickered to life during dinner with Trey the night before, when he’d ‘tested’ her.
    Mentally, she tried to convince herself that it had nothing to do with Trey.  That she had simply picked up a bug at work.  Only this unsettling ribbon of heat wasn’t content to remain in her stomach.  Instead, it traveled downward, centering itself between her thighs.
    She crossed her legs, hoping to suppress the unfurling sensation.  She might have succeeded had Trey not chosen that particular moment to place a hand on her thigh.  A gesture he had done countless times before without any sexual intent.  And though she was certain this time was no different, but her body seemed to be having trouble comprehending that.  If only she had worn pants instead of a jean skirt, one that was suddenly too short for comfort.
    Where was toss-the-plane-about turbulence when one desperately needed it?
    At this point, she’d settle for sudden decompression in the cabin.  Anything to get his hand off her bare thigh and bring her temperature back down before she internally combusted.
    “You feeling all right?”
    “I’m fine.”  Angie shoved the magazine back into the pouch on the back of the seat in front of her and shot to her feet, successfully removing herself from the heat of his touch.
    His expression turned to one of concern.  “Angie?”
    “Just taking a trip to the little girls room.” 
    “You look flushed.  Can I order you something while you’re gone?  Maybe some ginger ale?”
    “Ginger ale sounds good.  Thanks.”
    Slipping past the woman in the