enough time to spend in Vegas. I’ll have my
assistant, Jan, make all the arrangements.”
“Make sure she books separate rooms.”
“Of course. That goes without saying.” Magnus finished his
drink and then said, “I’ll have a car pick you up from your apartment.”
“That won’t be necessary. I have my own car service. I’ll
meet you at the airport.”
“No, that won’t work, since I’ll be leaving out of Jersey.
We’ll meet in Vegas at the airport.”
“No problem. See you in Vegas.”
When Magnus left, Kendall made herself another drink and
replayed Sydnee’s words. Kendall couldn’t help but wonder whether or not he was
a good lover. The thought of fucking him in Vegas entered her mind, but she
quickly dismissed it. “This trip is all about business and not monkey
business,” she said into the air, finished her drink and went back to her
office.
Chapter Ten
The first thing Kendall noticed as the plane made its
descent into Las Vegas was how barren the outskirts of the city seemed. Being a
native New Yorker, she was accustomed to seeing expressways loaded with cars
and crowded neighborhoods as she flew into LaGuardia Airport. Kendall peered
out of the plane’s small window and could see some of the Vegas hotels as the
wheels hit the tarmac. She couldn’t believe how close the infamous Las Vegas
Strip was to the airport.
Once the plane pulled into the gate, the pilot turned off
the “Fasten Seat Belts” sign. Kendall retrieved her Gucci carryon from the
overhead bin and made her way from first class to baggage claim where she was
meeting Magnus. He was standing there waiting for her when she stepped off the
escalator.
“Hey there, how was your flight?” he asked.
“Good. It’s amazing that the city is so close to the airport.”
“You’re right, the Strip isn’t too far. I still can’t
believe this your first time in Vegas.”
“I’ve been all over the globe, but never had a desire to
visit Las Vegas. It just seemed so cheesy to me,” she said, sounding like a
jaded New Yorker.
“Only non-gamblers say that about Vegas. Most people love
it. Come on, I ordered a car,” he said, leading the way outside.
An oyster-white Range Rover with a driver was waiting
curbside for them. “This is different, I was expecting the customary black town
car that most New Yorkers use.”
“Well, we’re in Vegas now and from here on out, expect the
unexpected,” he said with a sly smile.
“Got it.” The driver opened the rear door for Kendall, took
her luggage, and she stepped in. “Where are we staying?” she asked, once
settled in.
“The Wynn. It’s on the northern end of the Strip and close
to the Trump, the Venetian and the Bellagio. The Wynn is one of the premier
hotels in Vegas. I think you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will.” As the SUV made its way down the infamous
Strip, Kendall looked out the window, taking in the sights. She saw street
performers dressed as cartoon characters. There was Hello Kitty, Ninja Turtles,
Spiderman and the Tin Man posing and taking pictures with tourists. The
sidewalks were littered with people shopping at open-air souvenir markets and
ambling down the street, breezing in and out of stores and bars. She noticed
some people carrying beer and liquor, openly drinking on the sidewalks. From
what she could see, Vegas reminded her of Times Square, Disney World and New
Orleans during Mardi Gras all rolled into one. And instead of pedestrians
crossing at the intersections, there were escalators, and overhead pedways at
every corner, shuttling people from one side of the street to the other. “Now that’s
a sight I’ve never seen before—escalators for pedestrians. In New York, we risk
our lives and cross at will,” she chuckled.
“Well, Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore. I can assure
you, you’re going to see plenty of things here that you wouldn’t see in New
York. Like people walking down the street sipping out of
assistant, Jan, make all the arrangements.”
“Make sure she books separate rooms.”
“Of course. That goes without saying.” Magnus finished his
drink and then said, “I’ll have a car pick you up from your apartment.”
“That won’t be necessary. I have my own car service. I’ll
meet you at the airport.”
“No, that won’t work, since I’ll be leaving out of Jersey.
We’ll meet in Vegas at the airport.”
“No problem. See you in Vegas.”
When Magnus left, Kendall made herself another drink and
replayed Sydnee’s words. Kendall couldn’t help but wonder whether or not he was
a good lover. The thought of fucking him in Vegas entered her mind, but she
quickly dismissed it. “This trip is all about business and not monkey
business,” she said into the air, finished her drink and went back to her
office.
Chapter Ten
The first thing Kendall noticed as the plane made its
descent into Las Vegas was how barren the outskirts of the city seemed. Being a
native New Yorker, she was accustomed to seeing expressways loaded with cars
and crowded neighborhoods as she flew into LaGuardia Airport. Kendall peered
out of the plane’s small window and could see some of the Vegas hotels as the
wheels hit the tarmac. She couldn’t believe how close the infamous Las Vegas
Strip was to the airport.
Once the plane pulled into the gate, the pilot turned off
the “Fasten Seat Belts” sign. Kendall retrieved her Gucci carryon from the
overhead bin and made her way from first class to baggage claim where she was
meeting Magnus. He was standing there waiting for her when she stepped off the
escalator.
“Hey there, how was your flight?” he asked.
“Good. It’s amazing that the city is so close to the airport.”
“You’re right, the Strip isn’t too far. I still can’t
believe this your first time in Vegas.”
“I’ve been all over the globe, but never had a desire to
visit Las Vegas. It just seemed so cheesy to me,” she said, sounding like a
jaded New Yorker.
“Only non-gamblers say that about Vegas. Most people love
it. Come on, I ordered a car,” he said, leading the way outside.
An oyster-white Range Rover with a driver was waiting
curbside for them. “This is different, I was expecting the customary black town
car that most New Yorkers use.”
“Well, we’re in Vegas now and from here on out, expect the
unexpected,” he said with a sly smile.
“Got it.” The driver opened the rear door for Kendall, took
her luggage, and she stepped in. “Where are we staying?” she asked, once
settled in.
“The Wynn. It’s on the northern end of the Strip and close
to the Trump, the Venetian and the Bellagio. The Wynn is one of the premier
hotels in Vegas. I think you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will.” As the SUV made its way down the infamous
Strip, Kendall looked out the window, taking in the sights. She saw street
performers dressed as cartoon characters. There was Hello Kitty, Ninja Turtles,
Spiderman and the Tin Man posing and taking pictures with tourists. The
sidewalks were littered with people shopping at open-air souvenir markets and
ambling down the street, breezing in and out of stores and bars. She noticed
some people carrying beer and liquor, openly drinking on the sidewalks. From
what she could see, Vegas reminded her of Times Square, Disney World and New
Orleans during Mardi Gras all rolled into one. And instead of pedestrians
crossing at the intersections, there were escalators, and overhead pedways at
every corner, shuttling people from one side of the street to the other. “Now that’s
a sight I’ve never seen before—escalators for pedestrians. In New York, we risk
our lives and cross at will,” she chuckled.
“Well, Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore. I can assure
you, you’re going to see plenty of things here that you wouldn’t see in New
York. Like people walking down the street sipping out of
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