"Leilani, wake up."

I heard Breanna saying into my ear, but I was tired, and I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. The dream that I was having until she interrupted was just getting good. Damn you, Breanna, I wanted to see how it ended.

I slowly opened my eyes, saw her hovering over me, smiling with those big green eyes of hers, and tiredly groaned, "What time is it?"

"It's eight in the morning, and we're hungry," Breanna complained.

I sighed, grabbed the pillow beside me, and placed it over my face after Alexandra opened the curtains, allowing the sun to shine right into my eyes. "I just went to bed, and I don't want to get up yet," I groaned, sounding muffled by the pillow. "Close the curtains," I demanded.

She giggled while removing the pillow from my face and held it in her arms. "Come on. We have lots to do today. Why did you go to bed so late, anyway?"

"I couldn't sleep. So, I laid in bed in for a bit, thinking, before finally falling asleep two hours ago," I moaned, then the corner of one side of my mouth slightly curved upward when the man I met at the blackjack table, the same man who I was dreaming about flashed before my eyes. He was so damn good-looking, with his strong jawline and those piercing blue eyes of his that stood out from his perfect complexion, thick eyebrows, and dark-colored disheveled hair—disheveled in an attractive-looking way. God, he was yummy. And that kiss. Oh, God. That kiss he surprised me with. Wow. It was wonderfully impressive.

Interrupting my train of thought, Breanna spoke. "Leilani? Hello..." she asked and, with the palm of her hand, she pushed my forehead, getting me out of the trance I was in. "What's with the smirk? That smirk on your face makes it look like you just got laid or that you're about to orgasm. One of the two," she giggled.

I snatched the pillow back out of Breanna's hands and rested it against my chest, hugging it while smiling. Then hummed as I spoke, "I met the most beautiful and sexiest man down at the blackjack tables this morning. He was perfect and extremely charming. And what shocked me the most about him was he knew the Hawaiian language," I said in awe. "Making him even more charming by the way he spoke it."

"Get your head out of the clouds, will you?" Breanna said, playfully shoving me, then she grabbed the pillow and quickly removed the blanket from me. "Now get your butt out of bed. We're all starving. Besides, we're not here to meet men; we're here to have fun and to have the time of our lives before I get married in two weeks."

I groaned while sitting up, shoving her away from me. "I'm up. I'm up... but Bre, you should have seen him. He was so dreamy."

"Cool, he probably was a dream. But you do know you'll probably never see him again, right? Unless you got his phone number," she snickered. "Knowing you, you didn't get that from him."

"Probably not," I pouted. "And no, I didn't," I sighed while getting off the bed. I headed over to my suitcase, and as I grabbed my clothes, I remembered him saying he was from Hawaii.

That's a bonus. Right?

Who am I kidding, anyway? Me? Men like that only decide to show in your dreams. Shit, was I dreaming? Thinking he was only a dream, I reached for my purse, looked inside, saw the chips I never cashed in, and smiled. He's real.

As I showered, I continued thinking of him with a part of me, hoping I'd run into him again. As large as the strip is, I'm almost sure it'll never happen.

Ugh.

Breanna's right. I'm here with my friends, and I shouldn't be out looking for men. I quietly giggled and spoke to myself as I shaved my legs; I'm not out looking for men. I'm looking for him.

God, the more I thought about him, what he said and how he said it to me, had my insides feeling like a mess.

'You're looking for someone that'll rock your world. Someone that could tear up that pussy and who could give you as many orgasms as your body would allow,'

I never had a guy give me an exciting orgasm in my life, let alone multiple, and it had me wondering what it would be like to experience something like that.

I want to run into him again. I need to run into him again.

Now I'm feeling curious about what his naked body would feel like against mine and if he can do what he claimed he could. I'm also a bit curious about what's hidden inside his pants. I know size doesn't matter, but with how sure he was of himself, I'm sure he's blessed.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Would he even be worth giving my body to for the night?

If he can kiss the way he kissed me earlier, I can only imagine how he is in bed.

God, I'm feeling like a slut right now.

***

I walked over and stood next to Alexandra in the buffet line and began filling my plate with him still on my mind. I didn't realize she was talking to me until she nudged my shoulder, nearly causing me to fall over and drop everything I had just placed on my plate. "Earth to Leilani," she amusingly said.

I rebalanced myself and turned my head towards her. "You know you almost made me drop everything I had on my plate," I said, irritated, picking up the couple of the strawberries that dropped onto the ledge.

"Like fruit, do you?"

"Yeah, why?"

I placed the two strawberries back on my plate and giggled when I saw all the strawberries, pineapple, oranges, and melons piled high and nearly overloading my plate.

Oops. I muttered.

"Are you still thinking about him? Because you look like you're in a different world. More like La-la land, to be honest."

I ignored her and smiled as I turned to step away. "I figured I would share with everyone, that's all."

I walked over to our table, sat, then discreetly scanned the area, looking to see if by chance he was here. He wasn't. Sara sat across me and widened her eyes as she looked at my plate. "Holy shit, girl, are you pregnant?"

With my mouth full of food, I laughed. "No, I'm not pregnant. You need to have a man in your life, not to mention having sex to become pregnant."

"If you're not pregnant, what's with all the fruit?"

"I'm on a fruit diet," I lied, giggling as I picked up a piece of pineapple, then handed it to her. "I'm joking. I'm on no diet; I just thought I'd fill a plate with fruit and share it with everyone. I'm not all that hungry, anyway."

I pushed the plate to the center of the table, pointing at it when the other girls sat, insisting they help me eat the fruit. After everyone was done giving me a hard time and we all finished eating, we left to roam the Vegas strip.

While walking the strip and stopping to watch the shows outside the casinos, I kept my eyes open, scanning everyone we passed, with me also browsing through the crowds when we stopped, looking for him.

They have to be doing what we're doing, right?

The girls wanted to have some drinks, so we stopped inside the Margaritaville bar, drank a few of their tasty margarita's, and then we headed into the casino area. I wasn't feeling lucky at the slot machines, and while my friends' hit the slots, I decided to walk around, to get a feel of where I could get lucky. Because I got somewhat fortunate earlier this morning, I headed to the blackjack tables.

As I walked around looking for an open seat, I saw a woman stand from her seat, then walk away from a table. I hurried over, and as I took her place and sat, a familiar scent hit my senses, and I turned my head to the side. Seeing who was next to me, my stomach dropped, and before I spoke, I swallowed hard. "Is this where you pick up all the women?"

He turned his head towards me and smiled with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"That woman who just left this seat. I saw you talking to her. So, I'm asking if you're going from table to table, looking for that one woman who will give you what you're looking for."

"I could say the same about you. Are you following me?"

"No. I felt like playing blackjack while my girlfriends played the slots. I didn't know it was you until I sat."

He laughed. "You're following me," he gloatingly said, grinning as he looked at the blackjack dealer. "She wants my eye-opener." He looked back at me and winked. "Don't worry, Hun; you'll get quite the eye-opener later."

I felt my cheeks heating and knew I was blushing. I looked away from him and to the dealer and smiled while I exchanged my cash for chips. "The man next to me thinks he's James Bond or something."

"That's because you know what I'll be able to do to you with my finger and that I'll also be able to lick you into shape," he grinned. "Oh, I've been known to keep my tip-up too. So, if you're curious what it'll be like to be with me, we can leave and head straight for my room," he suggested, then leaned into my ear and sexily spoke, causing my nipples to erect. "I'll even give you more than just the tip."

I felt my stomach dive deep, and as I looked at the dealer, my eyes widened. "Shall we start?"

He laughed as he sat straight in his chair and grabbed some of his chips. Next, he looked at me with an arched eyebrow as he placed what he was betting down across from us. "I knew you couldn't handle me."

I played a few hands but then felt I better check on my friends' and grabbed my chips. "Have a good rest of the day. It was nice running into you again," I said while standing.

When I started walking away, I heard him tell the dealer he was done playing, and as I stood at the window cashing in my chips, he walked up next to me, handing the woman behind the glass his chips. "Add these to her winnings."

I looked at him, surprised. "You don't have to do that."

"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. The way I look at it, I don't need the money, and to be honest. I have been going from table to table, looking for that one woman to bring to my bed," he said with a smile, then slithered his arm around me, pulling me to him. He leaned to my ear, and as the heat of his breath fanned against my skin when he spoke, it awoke my insides. "And not just any woman. I've been looking for you, Leilani."

Oh my, I just creamed my panties.

"You know you shouldn't wear something as see-through like that inside these air-conditioned casinos," he cautioned, releasing his arm from me while looking at my chest. "You'll get yourself in trouble."

"Didn't know I was," I said, looking down. Now I understand what he was talking about, and I felt incredibly embarrassed. My nipples were poking out for everyone to see.

Looking quite amused, he excitedly said, "I can see the outlines of your pepperoni areola's right through that shirt you're wearing, not to mention your erected nipples. And I must say, I like what I see."

My mouth dropped.

As much as he was exciting me, I still felt embarrassed.

I had to get away from him before I did something stupid and took him up on his offer.

While the woman counted the cash out to me, and it was more than what I had initially given her. I looked at the man standing next to me and sighed. There was no way I could take his money, especially when it was three thousand dollars more than what I had turned in from the start. I took the cash, and as I walked away from the window, I pulled out what was mine, then I handed him what was his.

At first, he pushed my hand away, and when I extended my hand back to him, he took my hand and closed it, holding it firmly as he looked me in the eye. "Please. Keep the money. Go enjoy a night out on the town with your friends at my expense."

I shook my head. "I can't do that," I said, looking down at how his hand was covering mine. "That's a lot of money."

A genuine smile formed on his face while his hand released from mine. "It's only money, and I'd rather see it go to someone who would enjoy spending it with their friends' to have fun than me losing it to one of these casinos."

"I wish I could say that," I said, twisting my lips, still not feeling right about taking a stranger's money.

He continued to smile. What a fucking great smile he has. It had my knees feeling like they were about to collapse, and what he did next only had me melting even more. He wrapped his arms around me, slid his hand up my back, then grabbed my hair and tugged while leaning to my ear. "Meet me tonight at the Bellagio. Say, eleven o'clock?"

I liked how he grabbed and tugged my hair. I closed my eyes closed and began imagining him pulling my hair while our naked bodies danced together.

I debated on saying I'll be there. I had no clue where my friends and I would be at that time, and the last thing I wanted to tell my friends was that I had to leave so I could meet some guy at eleven and have them worry about me. When I didn't respond, he softly trailed his nose against my skin. And then he caused my breathing to hitch when his lips met with mine, tickling my lips as he spoke, "Eleven. Or, we can always meet at midnight if that'll be better?"

Without thinking, I spoke in barely a whisper, "Eleven o'clock is fine."

With his hand still firmly gripped around my hair, he pressed his lips to mine, giving me one hell of a kiss that had my lips feeling they were on fire when he parted. "See you then," he winked, releasing his hand from my hair.

I walked away feeling like I was Gumby or some drunk when my legs didn't want to move with my feet. I was on a high from that kiss, and I felt like I was on some sort of dangerous drug that I couldn't come off of. The redness that was painted already on my face felt like it may have been turning even brighter when I walked around the casino and couldn't find my friends, feeling nervous they left me behind. I walked back into the bar, heard a group of girls laughing, and felt relief wash over me when I realized it was them. I followed their laughs, and then I found them sitting at a table with a couple of empty pitchers, drinking margaritas.

I cleared my throat while working my way in between Sara and Alexandra, and then I reached across the table and grabbed Breanna's full glass of margarita, hissing, "Decide to have some drinks without me?"

"We looked for you," Shyanne said, raising her drunken voice. "And since we didn't see you anywhere, we figured you went out searching for that guy you've been daydreaming about all morning. So, because we were losing money and you were nowhere to be found, we decided to come back here to drink."

"You didn't look very hard. I would have seen or heard your loud voices. But. I did run into him," I said in awe and with a smile that was going from ear to ear. I took a drink of Breanna's margarita, and just as I was about to set the glass back down in front of her, I pulled it back towards me and drank the rest of her drink. "Hey!" Breanna squealed, "I wanted that!"

I giggled, opened my purse, and reached inside to grab the cash to show what the gorgeous-looking man gave me for nothing—a man who, for the life of me, I couldn't remember his name, and it was causing me to feel like I was stupid.

I looked at Breanna and smirked. "Ah, that's too bad. You girls' should have waited to have a drink until you found me," I mocked, then grinned while removing the cash from my purse and setting it in the center of the table. "Because what I have here is more than three thousand dollars for us to spend on whatever we want to do. All expenses paid for by him."

Juno's eyes widened, squealing, "Leilani? Tell me you didn't just go sleep with that guy and got paid for it!"

My eyes rolled. "I hardly think I would have gotten paid three thousand dollars for a quickie," I retorted, then thought about what Juno said.

Holy shit! Did he just pay me to have sex with him tonight?

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