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  Walking down the strip towards the MGM, we’re stopped by the most gorgeous drag queen I’ve ever seen. If Leshar wouldn’t have told us he was a Killer Queen, I would have thought that he was a woman. He’s beautiful and I’m really tempted to change the plans that I made for Cass’ bachelorette party and go along to see the Killer Queens perform. “Ladies, if you’re around, come and see us. I promise you’ll have the time of your lives. If not, Miss Cassie, I hope you have a wonderful wedding day and that you and your husband have a blissful marriage.” Leshar takes Cass’ hand giving it a kiss as he does. “It’s been a pleasure.”

  We say goodbye and I’m thinking of a way to broach the subject about going to see the Killer Queens, but I don’t have to, seems I’m not the only one who wants to see them. “Say, I know you’ve spent a hell of a lot of time in preparing the greatest bachelorette party the world has ever seen, but is there any chance we could fit in going to see the Killer Queens?”

  I smile, “I’m so glad you asked. We’ll have dinner and then we’ll go see the Killer Queens.” I glance around and all the other women have huge ass smiles, seems as though Cass and I aren’t the only ones that want to go see them.

  My phone buzzes in my purse and Cass looks at me expectedly, I shake my head at her, she’s like a kid in the candy store. Reaching into my purse, I pull out my cell and inwardly groan when I see the name on the screen. Everett. What the hell does he want?

  Saylor, I know you’re not available this weekend but I need you. Zara seems to have fucked up.

  I take in a deep breath, every instinct tells me to ignore the message and continue on with my day, but I just can’t, I reply and instantly regret it.

  What do you need?

  He doesn’t hesitate, his reply comes instantly.

  You’re in Vegas. Meet me?

  I blink, how the hell did he know I was here? I quickly type my reply.

  Sorry, I’m busy. Was there actually something you needed?

  Zara managed to get herself locked out of the email account and reset the password.

  Where is he going with this?

  Okay….

  She’s forgotten the password and she never sent me the email I need. Can you help?

  Why am I not surprised? She’s useless, and it goes to show.

  “Say, everything okay?” Cass asks sounding worried.

  “Yeah, just work. I just need to send an email and then we’ll go to dinner.”

  Which email do you need?

  The Matthewson one. I have a meeting with him tomorrow morning.

  I search through my emails and see if I have it. Usually when I’m emailing the clients I use my own email account. Finally I come across the email that Everett needs and send it to him.

  Should be in your inbox. Please let me have this weekend without dealing with anymore work.

  Of course. Have a good weekend, Saylor.

  “Ready?” Cass calls out and I nod putting my cell away.

  “The club?” Cass questions, looking shocked as we pull her towards the door to the club.

  “Yes.” The girls say in unison. “We’re going to get drunk.”

  “Cass, we’re here to have fun.” I remind her. Since we left Killer Queens’ show she’s been different, she no longer has a smile nor does she seem happy. “Just a couple of drinks and then we’ll call it a night.” I say softly to her so that only she can hear.

  She nods, “Fine, just a couple.” She follows the girls into the club and towards the bar.

  My phone buzzes and I groan when I look at the screen. God, it’s Everett, why can’t that man leave me alone.

  Purple really suits you.

  I glance around and see him sitting in the corner with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

  Fuck. He’s here.

  Chapter Four

  Turning towards the bar, I order a round of drinks for us all. The whole time I can feel his eyes on me. The longer I’m facing the bar the angrier I get.

  Are you following me?

  How can I be following you when I was here first?

  “Are you okay, Say?” Cass asks as she sees me shove my phone in my pocket.

  “Yeah, just my asshole boss.”

  “Don’t let him get to you. Block his calls for the weekend. You’re on your own time. You don’t owe him anything.”

  “If only it was that easy,” I mutter under my breath.

  Cass grabs my arm and drags me to a booth at the end of the dance floor.

  I try to ignore Everett, this is my weekend away and I don’t want to talk about work with him. But every time we dance or laugh, his eyes are on me.

  The more I have to drink, the more I move my body, the more brazen I get.

  At one stage Cass is sat in the booth just staring into space, the rest of us are dancing and I feel someone come up behind me. When I feel hands on my waist I want to turn and give them a piece of my mind, but a part of me knows that it’s Everett. I always know when he walks into a room.

  “Are you ignoring me, Saylor?” The heat from his hands is warming my core.

  “Yes. I just want to enjoy my weekend and not have to think about you or work.”

  “Do you usually think of me outside work, Saylor?” His breath wraps around my ear and sends goose bumps over my whole body.

  I know I need to put a stop to his, but I’ve had fun tonight, not to mention the few drinks I’ve had. I turn to face him, which was a big mistake. His hands are still on my waist and I’m standing so close to him, I can feel his thighs resting on me.

  “Come have a drink with me.” He nods his head back to his table in the corner.

  “Why?” I whisper.

  “Because I know you want to.” When he smiles at me, all my willpower leaves me. I’ve always been a sucker for his smile.

  “I need to tell Cass where I am going. She’ll worry otherwise.” My heart is racing as I step away from him, stumbling slightly in my haste to get away from him. He catches me and keeps me upright, smirking at me as I walk over to the booth.

  Cass’s eyes light up when I get closer. “Looks like someone is having a good night,” she says, as she eyes up Everett over my shoulder.

  “I’m not so sure of that. Listen, I’m going to have a drink with him and then I’ll be back. Promise me you won’t leave without me.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Cass smiles. “Do you know him?”

  Oh God, I forgot that none of my friends have met Everett, they’ve only heard me moaning about him.

  A hand shoots past me towards Cass. “I’m Everett Barrett.”

  I jump slightly because I thought he had gone back to the corner, but I should have known better. “Fuck.” I whisper.

  Cass’s eyes light up. “You’re Everett Barrett, as in Everett—Say’s boss, Everett?”

  “Yeah, that Everett Barrett,” he chuckles and the tone just sends vibrations through me.

  Cass looks at me and I plead her with my eyes not to say anything, particularly not any of the horrible things I’ve said about him. “I guess she forgot to tell us how hot you are.” And there it is. Clearly Cass can’t read eye language.

  He laughs, “I’m going to steal her for a drink. We never get the opportunity to relax at work, so where better than Vegas, right?”

  Cass stumbles over her words as she stares at him, “F… Fine by me, as long as you don’t talk about work. This is her weekend off you know.”

  Smiling he takes my arm, “Don’t worry I won’t talk about work.” He pulls me away from the booth towards the bar. “What do you want to drink?”

  “I’ll have a Mojito, please.” My nerves are kicking in, I’ve never had a conversation with him that’s not been about work. I don’t want to fuck this up. This is my opportunity to find out more about him.

  When he’s got our drinks, I follow him back to his table in the corner. I can see he has a great vantage point from here and I can see the girls watching us.

  I sit down and take a s
ip of my drink, he sits next to me and then turns to face me. “Why are you in Vegas, Saylor? Did you follow me?”

  And he’s back. Arrogant Everett. I try to stand and leave, this isn’t going to work. “Are you for real? I didn’t even know you were going to be in Vegas until just before I left the office. I booked this months ago, it’s Cass’s bachelorette weekend.”

  He grabs my hand and pulls me back down. “I’m kidding. I know you didn’t follow me. It would have been nice if you did though.”

  Is he flirting with me? Taking another sip I try not to look at him.

  “We never seem to get a chance to talk at work. Zara always seems to be in the middle of us, or you’re so busy, you barely notice anyone else.”

  I scoff, I always notice him. Every time he enters the room a hum surrounds my body. “Who is Zara to you? Is she your girlfriend?” Shit, did I really just ask that?

  He chokes on his drink. “Fuck, no. My mom likes her and I think she’s trying to push us together, but seriously do you think I’d date someone who is as scatter-brained as she is? She doesn’t know what day of the week it is most of the time.” He laughs, then takes my hand and rubs his thumb over it. “Unlike you. I know you do most of her work for her. I see these things.”

  “Really? I didn’t think you take much notice of what I do.”

  He clasps my hand in between his two hands and his thumbs are caressing the underside of my wrist. It’s like electrical impulses are running up my veins.

  “Saylor, I notice everything about you. The way you flick your hair when you’re angry, the way your eyes lower when you’ve forgotten something, and the way your eyes light up when I move to sit on the front of my desk; closer to you. I see the gulp you take as you try not to rake your eyes down my body. I see it all. Because I do the same.”

  “Wh… what do you mean?”

  “Some days I don’t know how I can look at you without exploding, without touching you. I want you so much, but I know it’s wrong.”

  “Is that why you’re a jerk sometimes?” I raise my eyes to look into his.

  He smiles and his eyes wrinkle at the edges. “Yeah. It’s my way of hiding how much I want you.”

  He moves closer to me and runs his hand around the back of my neck, caressing it before pulls me closer to him. My heart is racing so hard I think it might burst. Is he going to kiss me? I should pull back. I should walk away. But I’m like a deer caught in headlights. I want to know what he wants to do next.

  “God I want to kiss you so bad. But I don’t want you to punch me,” he whispers as he moves closer to me. We are so close together I can feel his breath caressing my lips and when I look up at his eyes I can see that he is staring at my lips. As I poke my tongue out to lick my lips, I see his eyes light up.

  “Do it, Everett. Kiss me.” His eyes shoot up to look at mine to make sure I’m not teasing him. He must see the desire in mine, because it matches his.

  Slowly, he inches closer to me and then he gently kisses my lips. Am I disappointed? Slightly. Even though I can feel a pulsing in my lips when his touch mine, I was prepared for fireworks to go off.

  Then he deepens the kiss and his tongue is asking for permission to enter. I open willingly to him and it’s then that he plunges his tongue inside, the fireworks go off. All I want to do is straddle him and fuck him here in the dark corner of the club.

  His hand is still on my neck; mine are wrapped around his neck, one in his hair, grasping it and the other pulling him closer, if that were possible.

  This is the best kiss I’ve ever had. And I want more.

  When he pulls way, he rests his forehead on mine. “You’re killing me, Saylor. Do you want to get out of here? I don’t just want to kiss your succulent mouth, I want to taste all of you.”

  At this point I should be considering my options. If I go will, he fuck me and then sack me when I get to work? Will he be shit in bed and ruin my fantasies? Will he just ignore me at work? But I’m not thinking of any of those things. All I can think about is his hard cock thrusting into me just like in my dreams.

  “Yes, I want to taste you too.” So much for thinking this through.

  He doesn’t waste a second, he’s on his feet, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the dance floor to my friends.

  Cass looks up at us. “I’m stealing Saylor for a while, I’ll make sure she gets back safely. Are you girls okay to get back to your hotel? I can leave my driver outside if you want.”

  “Er… no it’s okay we can get back to the hotel.” She looks up at me. “You okay, Saylor?”

  I nod, I can’t speak. My body is humming with sexual energy and I just want to jump on him here and now.

  After saying goodnight to the girls, I leave the club with Everett. My boss. I need to stop thinking about that.

  This is my one and only opportunity to live out my fantasy. And what better place to do that than in Vegas, right?

  As soon as we get outside, he moves me against the wall. He kisses me again and it’s better than the first time. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my stomach. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you right now. I hope you’re not tired, because we’re not sleeping tonight. I am going to fuck you hard all night. Are you ready for that, Saylor? Tell me now if you don’t want this as much as I do.”

  I don’t hesitate. “Fuck me, Everett. Fuck me all night long.”

  Chapter Five

  I don’t even notice his car outside the club until I’m sitting in the back seat, with his hand on my leg. It only takes five minutes to get to his hotel—the Bellagio, no less. I don’t even get the chance to see the dancing fountain as we drive past. He helps me out of the car, not letting go of my hand.

  As we go into the reception area I want to look around me, the beautiful garden is just in my reach but he pulls me into the elevator; not so gently pressing the button to close the door before anyone else gets in. When the door closes, he stalks towards me. That’s the only way I can describe it. He’s like a lion stalking its prey.

  “I hope you know what you’re in for, Saylor. I’ve wanted you from the first day I met you. I’ve masturbated thinking about how tight your pussy is going to be. I bet you’re going to fit me like a glove.”

  What can I say to that! Nothing. So I pull him closer to me and kiss him. Hard. When he pulls away to check the floor I whisper, “Show me how much you want me, Everett.”

  He chuckles. “I intend to!”

  The door opens and he grabs my hand, almost pulling me down the corridor behind him. As soon as he opens his door he pulls me in and pushes me against it.

  “I’ve imagined seeing you naked, Saylor, so many times. I can’t believe I’m going to see the real thing.” He turns me around to face the door and then he slowly moves my zipper down from my neck to the top of my ass. His kisses follow the zipper and when he reaches the bottom he pushes the dress of my shoulder. He turns me around just as my dress pools to the floor. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Kissing me, he runs his fingers over my collar bone and down my body, wrapping each hand around a breast and massaging them, then pulling my nipples into stiff peaks.

  I moan, I need to see him naked too. Reaching out I undo his buttons on his shirt and pull it out of his trousers. Then I slide his shirt off his shoulders the same way he did with my dress. I push him off me so that I can admire his hard body. So much better than I imagined.

  He smiles at me and moves us into the suite. “Do you want a drink, Saylor?” I stare at him, I have no clothes on and he wants to know if I want a drink?

  “No, I want you.” I stare into his eyes and watch the heat in them.

  “I’m not going to hold on long, I want to pound you so hard the first time, because I’ve wanted this for so long. Next time I’ll savour your body.”

  I look around and see the high back couch. Walking over to it, swaying my hips, I drop my panties and lean over the top of it, spreading my legs a touch. I still have my high heels on and I know it
looks sexy.

  “Are you going to stand there all day looking at me? Come and get it, Everett.” I swish my ass from side to side while looking back at him over my shoulder.

  He drops his trousers and his boxers in one go, then he takes his cock in his hand and steps toward me. “This is your last chance to walk way, Saylor.”

  He fists his cock and runs the tip up and down my sex, whilst staring in my eyes.

  “If I only get to have you once, then I’m making the most of it,” I say as I push back and the tip of his cock penetrates my pussy.

  “Fuck, Saylor.” He thrusts in up to the hilt. In this position it feels like his cock is going to break through my cervix, he’s that big.

  I moan as he’s fills me completely. I don’t move as I get used to his size and then I start pushing back on him to get him to move.

  “Hold on tight,” he says as he grabs my hips and starts thrusting. Hard.

  Fuck it hurts, but it’s a good pain. I’m so turned on I know I’m soaking wet. I can hear his balls slapping my pussy and the sound of his thrusts.

  “So fucking good,” he mumbles almost to himself. His grip on my ass is getting harder. Then he shocked me by slapping my ass. No one has ever done that to me before. But after the slight sting, I realize I like it. He then rubs his hand over it before grabbing my hips again.

  I meet him thrust for thrust. Moan for moan. One of his hands reaches down and rubs my clit. I don’t know if I can hold on, he’s making me wild.

  As he keeps rubbing my clit I can feel the pleasure starting in my toes and working its way through my body. When he slaps my clit I scream and clench my muscles around his cock as I come repeatedly.

  “Oh my God, I can’t hold on much longer, Saylor.” He rubs my clit again and I can feel another orgasm brewing.

  “I… I’m nearly there,” I stutter.

  He slaps my ass and pinches my clit sending me over the top once more. This time he thrusts into me harder and faster than before and then he roars when he comes inside me. All you can hear is our heartbeats and our ragged breathing.