"So, your name is Brighton?"

"It is." No, it's not, but she can think that it is. "You can call me Bright though."

The woman, Cassidy I think her name is, slurs flirtatiously, "that's such a sexy name. Oh my god, I love it. I totally love it so much."

I would totally love it so much if your mouth was wrapped around my cock...

Honestly, at this point, I'd do just about anything to get this sexy woman to stop talking. You know, like preferably stick my cock in her mouth. She's absolutely gorgeous but, for fuck's sake, she is the most annoying female I've ever met in my entire life. If I have to hear the phrase 'oh my god' one more time I'm probably just going to turn around and walk away. All thoughts of getting laid will totally be forgotten.

"Hey," she sips her drink then bites her lip as she bats her lashes at me, "you're like, super-hot. Like, besides your sexy name. How come you're not here with anyone? You've totally got to be taken."

"No, I'm totally not. I'm also not from around here so I don't really know anyone to be out with yet." She rolls her eyes at me and lets out a squeaky sounding laugh.

"Well, duh. You're like British, right?" I look her up and down to remind myself why I'm still entertaining this conversation. Right, she's hot and I desperately need to get laid so I stop thinking about my best friend naked.

Naked, touching me, touching herself, letting me do the dirtiest fucking...

Fuck, I need to stop thinking about it. This is why I'm here right now. This is why I've been nodding, smiling, making conversation, and numbing my rationality down with bourbon. Those previous thoughts of Amelia need to be long gone before she arrives in a week.

"Yeah, something like that, love." Tag that last little pet name, love, onto anything and women think you're that much sexier.

"Oh my god, you've totally got me swooning!" She puts the back of her right hand to her forehead dramatically. "Call me that again. That is like... so sexy." I should've known better than to do it with this particular female. She was already eating out of the palm of my hand.

"You want to get out of here, love?" Please say yes. I'll do anything to stop the rest of this painstaking conversation. I've already entertained her for over an hour. We'd already danced, had a few drinks, and had this incredibly in-depth little chat. "I've got a room here if you want to go up and relax." I emphasized the last word pointedly because I meant fuck not relax.

She swats my chest playfully and says, "oh, you're a dog! You don't want to relax." No shit, Sherlock.

"No, I'd much rather be doing other things with you if I'm honest." I finish my drink and place it on the bar top then gaze back at her. I look her up and down trying to make my intentions clear. 

"What kind of things?" Oh, for fuck's sake she's really going to make me spell it out. I want to get laid, obviously. I can't say that though because the odds are that I won't if I do.

"The things one does when they're naked with another person." I caress the side of her body and lean down to her ear whispering, "naked things." When I pull away from her I give her what Amelia refers to as my panty dropping face.

It works like a charm because she sets her drink down saying, "I'm ready to do some naked things."

"That's music to my ears, love." I give her a smirk and then take her hand more than ready to do some naked things myself.

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"Last night was like totally amazing, Bright. Ah-may-zing." She's sliding her dress on as I slide my underwear up. The room reeks of booze, sex, and Cassidy's flowery perfume. "Can you help zip me up?"

"Yeah sure." I walk over to her and she turns around, pulling her chestnut hair over her shoulder. "There you go." I said, after I'd zipped the tight fabric up of her strapless dress. She turns around, flipping her hair back over her shoulder.

"So," she looks around a bit nervously, "I just realized I haven't even gotten your phone number yet." And she's not going to get it either. It's bad enough I'd taken her back to the room I'd be staying in for the foreseeable future. I don't say anything in response. I just kind of nod and look around aimlessly. "Uh, this is the part you give me your number, silly." She thinks I'm playing a game. Fuck me.

"Cassidy, love," I figure maybe that term for her might soften a bit of the one-night-stand blow. "I thought we both had the same understanding that this was just... you know." She looks confused which makes me blow out a long breath. "Come on, you know what last night was. It was just-"

"Just what?" She interrupts which has me turning away from her. I pick up my pants off the floor, not wanting to look at her. I'm sliding them up my legs as she says, "wait, you're saying that was just a one-night-stand?" I give her a nod, picking up my shirt in the process. "So, what you're saying is, you just used me?"

"We used each other if you remember correctly." I run my hand in my hair and continue with, "I mean, you do remember agreeing to come up to my room specifically to have sex, don't you?" I sound like a smartass even to my own ears.

"Yeah, but I thought... you know... maybe..."

"You thought maybe what?" I finally look at her, piercing her with my emotionless hazel eyes as I do. "You thought some hot guy in a bar who asked you to come up to his hotel room to do naked things with him, mind you, this was after just barely two hours of flirting with you, wanted a meaningful relationship with you?" She looks hurt but it's not my fault she's not bright. "You can't do what we did last night, after only two hours of knowing each other, and expect me to want anything more from you than just that."

"I thought you liked me?" She sounds a touch angry but I don't care. I just shrug.

"What can I say? I liked your body. I liked the things we did with our bodies last night. But do I like you? No, not so much."

"Wow, fuck you." She snatches her purse off the table and struts out of the room. "You're a fucking asshole!" She'd screamed those words right before she slammed the door. 

I'm about to go into the bathroom to wash the stench of our night together off of me when I hear a knock at the door. Oh, for fuck's sake. She's back to probably scream in my face again. "Jesus fucking Christ, woman." I go to open the door saying, "what the fuck do you want now? I'm really not up for fucking the same pus-" I shut my mouth the minute I'm met face to face with my boss; Lucas Warner.

He raises his brows, clearly entertained and then looks off to his right. I'm sure he's looking at Cassidy strutting angrily down the hallway. To my surprise he lets out a curt laugh before looking back to me. He eyes my half naked form with a slick smirk.

"Just a week in Vegas and you're already pissing off the locals I see." My eyes widen at his insinuation.

"No sir. Well, yes... but-"

"I'm just messing with you, Jamie. I probably should've called first before just showing up like this. I was here for work and I figured I'd pop in and see if you wanted to go out for lunch with me. But I can see you've had an eventful evening and you're rather busy."

"No, I'd love to do lunch with you, Mr. Warner." He eyes my half-naked form again and arches a brow. "But, uh, yeah, I need to put some more clothes on."

"Yes, that's not really lunch attire," he points to my torso, "well, not one suitable for a lunch with your boss anway." He laughs again and says, "clean yourself up and meet me downstairs. I'd like to get to know more about Liam Anderson's son other than the fact he seems to be a lot like his father; a playboy." I just stare wide-eyed and he smirks. "I'm messing with you. Get dressed." He turns on his heel and begins retreating down the hall saying, "don't make me wait too long but do make sure to wash that god-awful flower scent off of you."

I close the door feeling utterly fucking embarrassed. My stomach had dropped when he'd made the comment about my father because, even though he said he was kidding, it was true. After he and my mother had gotten divorced my father only had one serious relationship. Other than that, my father always had different girlfriends, different women around. They all had one thing in common though which was they all looked like my mother. He'd make the occasional exception but my father definitely had an affinity for red-heads.

Once I'm in the bathroom I eye my red hair disdainfully. It's the one thing I was not attracted to in a woman; my hair color. Women liked it well enough but I didn't like it on women. It reminded me of how my father held a candle for my mother and still does to this day. I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower before stripping down. I just want to wash last night off of me and be done with it.

I made quick work of scrubbing down my body, rushing through it so that I could get ready fast. I'm lucky my hair is cropped short so I don't have to mess with it. I'm picking out my outfit when I hear my phone go off on top of my dresser. I snatch it and answer the call before realizing it was a videocall.

"Hey Mellie," I hold the phone out and give her a smile, "how are you this afternoon?"

"Uh good," she smiles then her cheeks flush, "Jamie, uh..."

"Sorry," I flip the phone upward so she can't see my body, only my face, "I answered before I knew it was a videocall. You act like you haven't seen me like this before though." The minute I said the words I wanted to smack myself because she's seen me in absolutely nothing. For a moment we just stare at each other. "You're at the beach?" I try to change the subject.

"Yeah, it's a beautiful day out and someone wants to say hi." She turns the camera to my little sister.

"Monica!" I can't help but smile widely at her.

"Hey bro!" She's got her brown hair tied back behind her head. She moves her sunglasses so they aren't blocking her green eyes. "I miss you!"

"I know, Mon, I miss you too! I miss the ocean and the east coast. It's so fucking hot here."

She laughs and says, "you've only been there for a week."

"Trust me, I know."

"So," Amelia gets back in the frame, "how was the rest of your night last night?"

I look off to the side and nonchalantly say, "it was noneventful."

"That neon pink item of clothing behind you would beg to differ." That makes me turn my head automatically. Once I spot Cassidy's thong on the bed I quickly move away from it. "You were saying?"

"Ew, Jamie!" My little sister scrunches her face.

"Well, anyway, I have to go meet my boss for lunch. I'll talk to you later and I'll see you soon, Mellie. Love you, Mon!" I quickly end the call and snatch the thong off my bed, throwing it directly into the trash.