Vegas Baby Read Online Amy Brent

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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“It’s been that kind of day,” I said, slamming the glass onto the counter once I was done.

“I’ve had a few of those,” he laughed gently and looked to the bartender. “Her drinks are on me tonight. All of them.” He gave me a wink on the last part. “As long as you drink responsibly, that is.”

“You serious?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Almost always,” he shot back.

“Alright then,” I turned to the bartender and batted my eyelashes. “I’ll take your pink sapphire martini with all top shelf ingredients.” I quickly flicked my gaze back to him to see if he was regretting his decision, but he looked just as nonplussed as when he offered.

Huh, I thought that would have phased him. I was old enough where I’d encountered men who tried to impress me with how much money they were willing to spend on me only to balk when I ordered anything above six dollars. And the pink sapphire was somewhere around forty to a hundred dollars depending on which casino you were in.

“Good choice,” he said, sipping his own gin and tonic. I had to take in his whole aesthetic while he stood there.

He was tall, well over six foot, and his shoulders were quite broad. Even with the expensive suit he was wearing, I could tell that he was muscled for the gods. His face was quite handsome, angular and framed with blond hair, highlighting his angular, intense eyes.

All in all, he was the kind of guy that I would normally watch out for. There was a certain group of people who tended to say they were suffering from “yellow fever” to me, and they tended to be businessmen who were used to everyone kowtowing to them. But so far, he hadn’t even tried to hit on me. Was he trying to, dare I say it, have a real conversation?

Unheard of. And yet, he had definitely caught my interest.

“So, do you do this often?”

“There are a whole lot of variables in this situation for me to know what ‘this’ means.”

“Buy strange women fifty-dollar drinks in bars.”

“Oh, so you’re strange now? Do tell me how.”

I laughed at that. I was not used to someone bantering back with me, in fact I was pretty sure that this was the longest conversation I had had with someone since I had arrived in Vegas, but I definitely appreciated the change.

“Well, why don’t we start with names?” I asked, smiling wryly. “I’m Nicole.”

“James,” he responded, offering his hand.

I shook it, trying not to marvel at how my small, tanned hand completely disappeared within his pale, large one.

“So, what brings you here?” I asked.

“Celebrating a business milestone. You?”

“Trying to create a life milestone.”

“Sounds intense.”

“You’d be right again,” I said, taking the new drink that the bar tender automatically left in front of me and sipping at it. Man, it definitely made a difference to have money; the treatment was like night and day.

He chuckled lightly, and the conversation went on. I was surprised by how entertaining and respectful it was. Even as I was getting tipsy, he didn’t try to make a move or be a creep. It was so refreshing that I was disappointed when my phone alarm went off, telling me I needed to leave now if I wanted to catch the last bus.

“Are we having a Cinderella moment here?” He asked, laughing lightly.

“You could call it that,” I said, blushing ever so slightly. “I need to make sure I make it to the bus stop or I’ll be stranded here all night.”

I didn’t miss the disappointed look that crossed his face, but he straightened and gave the smallest of bows. “Then by all means, perhaps I can walk you to the door?”

“Really? You serious?” I knew it was the second time that I had asked him that, but it wasn’t my fault that he kept surprising me!

“Isn’t that the gentlemanly thing to do?”

“I suppose it is,” I said, wiggling out of my seat and putting my heel back on. “Well, if you are offering, I am more than happy to accept.”

“Perfect.” He turned to grab his drink from the counter and I just kept walking, figuring he would catch up to me in just a few small steps considering his long legs.

But I barely made it a couple of steps before a shadow suddenly loomed in front of me and I was looking into the red eyes of a clearly inebriated stranger.

“Hey there, beautiful! What are you doing tonight?”

Ugh, now this was what I was used to. I tried to step away, but they threw their arm over my shoulders and hung heavily from my frame.

“I have to go.” I said, attempting to push him off.

“What? Why! It’s Vegas baby! You should be having the time of your life!”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I’d-”


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