What Happens in Vegas…
By Jan Cooper
Vegas, host to a dance played out as old as time. Love, heartbreak. Hope, despair. Move, counter-move. Maisy started out the evening with high expectations but after a few losses at the roulette table she slid towards despondency. And it looked like he wasn’t going to show up after all. She anticipated an evening of romance and temptation as she prepared to go down to the casino. She tamed her black hair into a stylish coif. The mother-of-pearl necklace and matching earrings were a gift that made her smile at the memory. He said he would be at the roulette table and she had told him he would know her by the pink flower pinned to her dress. At the time it seemed like whimsy, but now she thought it looked…silly and girlish. He stood her up and all of the preparation tasted like desperation. The sparkle and excitement of a rendezvous wore off, the shine turning into dull embarrassment. Maisy played with the mediocre pile of winnings. One more play and then time to move.
A movement next to her captured her attention. Her breath caught in her lungs, her heart stuttered and then sped up. A handsome man in a dark blue suit sat down. He noticed her peek and grinned with the confidence of a man who knew he looked good. She gave him a shy smile in return.
Noticing her small pile of chips he asked, “Bad luck tonight?”
Her expression turned coy, “Not anymore.”
His eyes gleamed with humor, “I thought Luck was a lady.”
Maisy winked, “Maybe tonight it’s a man.”
The croupier called for bets to be placed. Maisy randomly slid a chip to a number and the good-looking gentleman placed a generous bet on the same number next to hers.
While the wheel spun, she noticed that his focus was not on the ball, but on her. A blush colored her cheeks at his look.
She sat up, chest out, unconsciously displaying her best asset. His eyes naturally followed the movement when he stopped and stared. “Nice flower.” Oh. He’d been looking at the dratted flower, not her girls.
“Are you here with anyone?”
She tilted her head, “Are you volunteering?”
He gave her a slow nod, and started to introduce himself. Maisy stopped him with a finger on his lips, “Let’s not use names.” A flick of her eyebrow and she said, “It makes things much more interesting don’t you agree?” Her finger lingered on his lips and he nipped them with his teeth.
A shout interrupted their flirting and he looked annoyed until they both realized they won. Maisy spontaneously hugged him in the excitement and he stroked her bare back as he hugged her in return. Her insides melted at the contact.
The evening progressed in the same fashion and soon a pile of chips rested in front of Maisy. The flirting became bolder and the caresses more obvious. She placed her hand on his arm and enjoyed the muscular strength beneath the civilized suit. He placed his arm along the back of her chair and she leaned into him, wanting to maintain the connection. Eventually Luck left and they started to lose a couple of rounds.
He gave her a slow seductive smile, “Let’s go to my room.”
“I’m all yours.”
He nodded as if it were a done deed. As he placed his wrap around her shoulders, he leaned in, his lips tickled her ear as he whispered, “Happy anniversary, Darling.”