Las fucking Vegas. Apparently, at the end of June, it's a place that is sure as shit hotter than hell. It's way hotter than what I'd been used to on the east coast. If I could wear shorts and a t-shirt everywhere maybe it wouldn't be as suffocating for me. Unfortunately, that's not professional business attire.

After about a week of working for Mr. Warner I'm exhausted. This wasn't going to be an easy job nor was he going to take it easy on me. The man was strict, a force to be reckoned with. You could tell by the way everyone kept their composure around him. His personality demanded it. Lucas Warner was all work and no play.

He wore top of the line tailored suits, ones that I was even jealous of. Every single time he held a meeting everyone in the room gave him complete and utter attention, especially the women. They sat there practically devouring him with their eyes regardless of their age. And as I watched him day after day I realized I wanted to be him.

Everything about Lucas Warner screamed in control. He knew everything about everything at any given moment. He'd even predicted things before they'd happened but that was the nature of his job. He had an empire to maintain and I was here to learn from him so I could take over my father's company one day.

Until I found a permanent residence Mr. Warner had provided me with a place to stay at a local hotel and casino. It was more like an apartment than a hotel room. It had just about everything one could need in it. I mean, yes, it was a bit smaller than what I'd been accustomed to before but it was still nice.

I'm grateful for the fact that it's the weekend. I'm also grateful for the fact that my home for the time being is connected to a casino. There're a few clubs inside of it and in a few weeks there's a fight night, which I'm extremely excited about. Now, although I didn't choose to be a fighter, I could definitely fight. My step-father had taught me mixed martial arts growing up.

I swipe the comb through my hair a few more times while looking in the mirror. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but I'm a good-looking guy. It wasn't hard for me to get women into bed. Most of them took in my height, my muscular build, the dark-red hair, and bright, mostly green, hazel eyes then they melted. All it usually took was a sweet smile and then a hint of the accent that was still laced in my voice to get them to take their clothes off. It was almost too easy for me.

If any of the former didn't work I'd just pull out a wad of cash. You do that at a club or a bar and you'll see how many women flock your way, it's ridiculous. It may seem like a shallow play but women that only want you for your money are much the same; shallow. And hey, a night full of mutual non-committed sexual adoration and nothing else was all I was really looking for anyway.

I'm not really at the point in my life where I'm looking for commitment. I'm young, just twenty-two years old, I don't need anything holding me down. I just moved to the city of sin for fuck's sake and I plan on doing just that; sin.

There was only one real relationship I had with a woman that really mattered to me anyway. I honestly didn't care about the rest. This woman knows every single thing about me. She even knows what I'm thinking before I think it. She's my person. She's my best friend.

As if she'd known I was thinking about her I see my phone buzz on the countertop in front of me. I smile automatically as I see her picture on the screen flashing those innocent brown eyes at me. I put my comb down and grab my phone, swiping the answer button.

"Mellie baby." I said, cheekily.

"Jamie baby." She mimicked my tone and her voice makes a giant grin plaster itself over my face. "Soooo, how is Las Vegas treating you?"

"It's decent, works been busy. Mr. Warner is intense but he's wicked fucking smart." She begins to chuckle. "What?"

"Wicked fucking smart, you say? We'll make a Boston boy of you yet!"

"I don't think so, love. Those words were for your benefit alone." She continues her laughter into the phone and it's a sound I won't ever get tired of hearing. Amelia's laughter was infectious. It's always been, ever since we were kids. "I can't wait to see you. I've been rather lonesome."

"Oh really? Lonesome you say? That's highly doubtful for someone like you."

"What are you trying to imply Miss Lemieux?" I can practically see her doing an eye roll so hard she can see the back of her skull.

"I'm sure you've had no problem finding your fair share of company, Jamie." I smirk at her insinuation. "I can see you smirking from here." That makes me laugh.

"Actually, it's true but I also haven't been looking for company. I'm just waiting to see you." Once I'd said the words I'd instantly regretted them. When I'm met with silence on the other end of the line I know exactly what she's thinking about. "So, uh, yeah... you're still coming next week for my birthday, right?"

"Yeah, I uh- I wouldn't miss it. I've actually already booked my flight and a room at the hotel you're staying at." The words were a bit awkward and I hated it. Nothing had ever been awkward between us before.

"Why would you get your own room? They're expensive. You know you can always stay with me." She's quiet again and I need to just shut my mouth because I know exactly why she's getting her own room. "Yeah, you know, you're right. Having your own room is probably for the best."

"I'm still coming though, Jamie. I'll still visit even though, you know..." Oh yes, I most definitely know. Nothing but thoughts of that have plagued my mind for over a week.

"Okay, I'm really glad. I miss you." And I truly did. Even though she's two years and some change older than me, she's been my very best friend since I was a young boy.

"I miss you too, Jamie. I've missed you a lot." This is the moment it gets slightly awkward because we're both quiet. Neither of us really know what to say. "Well, talk to you soon then?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Talk to you soon, Mellie. Bye love."

"Bye." She hangs up and I toss my phone back on the countertop letting out an agitated sigh.

Right before I'd left Boston to move to Las Vegas Amelia and I had gone out for a night on the town. She was my best friend, after all. That's what best friends do when one will be moving away for an extended period of time. We went out dancing and drinking. We'd definitely over-indulged in the alcoholic beverages and had ended up back at her place utterly smashed.

Well, before either one of us really registered what we were doing, let alone who we were doing it with, we were ripping each other's clothes off. I'd never even kissed Amelia let alone done all of the dirty things I'd done to her that night. I'd grown up with her, she was my very best friend but best friends definitely don't do what we did that night.

No, it's hard to see your best friend the same way after you've been three-fingers deep inside of her while her mouth was wrapped around your cock. Not just her mouth either, other very sensitive areas of her body had I been buried in throughout the evening. Just thinking about being inside of her is getting me a bit worked up.

I can't let myself think of Amelia like that though, I shouldn't. I can't think of all of those dirty things we'd said to one another. No, I can't let myself think of the nasty, disgustingly delicious words that had spewed from her mouth while I did much the same inside of her.

Stop thinking about it.

I let out a sigh because that night was a mistake. We'd both agreed that it was the next morning. That very awkward next morning when we'd awoken hungover and butt-naked next to one another. I'd been the one to wake up first and when I'd rolled over she'd looked much the way she usually did. She was so innocent looking and even that shy look she wears so well was there in her sleep, etched in her features.

When her eyes had fluttered open a soft smile had splayed out on her lips. I had smiled back at her in much the same fashion until there was that moment we both remembered. The moment she'd rolled over and put her head in her hand as she rested her elbow on the pillow beneath her, also exposing both of her perfect naked breasts to me.

She immediately had looked down and covered herself. After that, bits and pieces of the previous night had slowly started replaying in my mind. You could tell much the same was happening with her as her eyes had widened in partial shock. I close my eyes as I remember the conversation.

"What'd we do last night, Jamie?" She stares into my eyes and I can tell the moment she remembers exactly what we did because she shoots straight up. "Oh god. We- we did such... Oh god..."

"Shh, Amelia, relax." I sit up with her. "We clearly had too much to drink last night." She looks at me with frightened eyes. She's scared because we promised one another we'd never do this. We'd never do anything to risk our friendship. "Come here."

I reach out to hug her and her response is automatic. She hugs me back, pressing her naked chest against mine. The covers move, revealing her body to me and I can feel her nipples beading against my chest. Just like her response was automatic, so is mine. I become stiff as a board with her beautiful naked body in my arms.

"Jamie?" The way her soft voice said my name made me want her again. It made me think of all the things she'd said like how big I was and how I was the best lover she'd ever had. She pulls back and looks down at my nakedness, well, a specific and hard part of it.

"It's just morning wood." It partially was but that was only half the reason I was standing at attention and I hate myself for it. "I just, uh, have to go to the bathroom."

I let out an irritated sigh at the memory of the entire situation. I'm even more pissed off at myself because thinking about her naked body is turning me on at this very moment. I'm just going to chalk it all up to the fact that Amelia had been the last person I'd slept with. It's the most recent sexual experience I've had and that's probably why it's still on my mind.

No, it was not all of the other things plaguing my mind that she'd done. Nope, none of those things at all. None of her previously innocent faces moaning out my name in ways she never had before. Most certainly not the way she'd clung to me as we both reached our bliss. Yeah, none of that at all.

Who are you fucking kidding, mate?

I'd thought the words to myself as I glared at my reflection in the mirror. But the reality of the situation is it's probably just new and fresh lust I'm feeling. That feeling won't last and when it fades I won't be able to walk away from Amelia like I had every other girl. Which meant I had to shove those particular feelings far the fuck down until I can't even register them anymore.