Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Once we all piled into the limo, it was clear Jack did, indeed, have regrets about Rose tagging along.
“Five minutes,” Jack said to Rose before the limo pulled up to the private hangar. “I just need you to shut up for five minutes.”
Hunter and I exchanged a smile.
“I’m sorry if you’re dull and you don’t like conversation,” Rose stated. “I’m excited. I’ve never been to Vegas.”
The doors to the limo opened, and we all slipped out. Rose winked at me, then asked Jack, “Will there be food and drinks served on the flight?”
Jack growled as he marched toward the steps that led to one of the private planes the show had arranged for.
“Maybe you should go fly with all the other women,” Jack said right before he was about to step onto the plane.
Rose pushed past him and let out a small, excited scream before she looked around Jack and said to me, “There are food and drinks!”
I laughed as I walked up to the steps and past Jack, who was half in and half out of the plane. Hunter was behind me and said, “Looks like she decided on this plane.”
Setting my bag in a seat, I watched as Jack walked into the plane and smiled at the flight attendant. “Bring me the strongest alcohol you have.”
The second the three private planes landed in Vegas, we were all whisked off to the Bellagio. Rose rode with Hunter and me in a limo. She was carrying two dress bags for our simple evening out, but I honestly never thought to ask why since it was Vegas. Everyone dressed up for pretty much everything in Vegas. At least, that was what I’d heard.
“This is madness,” Rose commented as she watched the crew scrambling to get everything set up in an area outside of the nightclub. “How did they get the Bellagio to agree to let you film live, in their nightclub, with a week’s notice?”
I wasn’t sure who Rose was directing the comment to since I was attempting not to stare at a man nearby whom I swore was a younger version of Tom Cruise.
“Earth to Kipton!” Rose said, snapping her fingers in front of my face.
“Sorry,” I said, then nudged her. “Does that guy look like Tom Cruise?”
Rose followed my gaze and nodded. “Kind of. Is he part of Swipe Right?”
“I highly doubt it.”
She squinted to get a better look at the guy. “He’s way too young, but damn, he is hot as hell.”
I wasn’t going to argue with her on that one. When he turned and saw the two of us staring, I felt my cheeks heat. “Most certainly not Tom Cruise,” I whispered.
“Still hot, though,” Rose stated.
We both turned away and started to giggle like schoolgirls.
“I need to get your mic and earphone in,” Jessie stated as she walked over. Tricia was behind her, holding my makeup bag.
“Need a touch-up?”
“Are you kidding?” Rose interrupted. “With all this lighting, she’s going to look amazing!”
“You’re only saying that because you did my makeup on the plane.”
Rose shrugged. “I’m good at makeup, and don’t look now, but Mr. Cruise is heading our way.”
I felt my body tense as I turned to see him walking toward us with Travis. The closer he got, the more handsome he became. Stunning green eyes and light brown hair that had a messy, just-fucked look. He was built, but not overly so, and he filled out the jeans and turtleneck he wore very nicely.
“Kipton, this is Mark Devine. Mark, this is Kipton Howse.”
Mark reached for my hand, and instead of shaking it, he lifted it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Howse.”
Clearing the frog in my suddenly dry throat, I replied, “Please, call me Kipton, and the pleasure’s all mine.”
“We’ll have to see about that.”
My mouth fell open at his comment, but before I could even reply, Travis introduced Mark to Rose, who promptly launched into her own flirting game.
“The man of the hour,” Travis stated as everyone turned to see Hunter approaching. My jaw nearly fell to the floor at the sight of him. Jeans, cowboy boots, and a blue button-down shirt that made his eyes pop.
“You might want to catch that bit of drool at the corner of your mouth there, Kipton,” Rose whispered.
I quickly put my hand to my mouth as I shot her a dirty look.
“Hunter, this is Mark Devine. Mark, Hunter Shaw.”
Mark reached his hand out and shook Hunter’s. “I’ve seen you and your partner ride, damn good ropers.”
Hunter smiled. “Thank you, I appreciate that.”
“Mark is one of the investors with the network,” Travis added.
Hunter nodded.
“I went to college with your older brother, Blayze. Saw him ride a few times, too. Talented, like your father and uncles.”
I watched as Hunter’s jaw twitched, and I knew his smile was now forced.