4. Jack
Ilower my head to look at my cards, but still I catch sight of her long tawny waves swaying as she leaves her chair and walks away from the blackjack table. Hoping she isn’t leaving because she’s uncomfortable with me staring, but secretly hoping she is turned on by me giving her so much attention?
I decide to go with the latter.
Amber is so fucking gorgeous, not tall, maybe around five-five, with her big brown eyes and pouty lips, her nose dainty, her cheekbones high but not model high. Just enough to give her face definition.
But better than that is when she speaks. I hear every single word that comes from her perfect lips. Lips that would look so fucking wonderful wrapped around my cock as she looks at me with those big chocolate eyes.
Fuck. Calm the fuck down, Jack.
Her accent is so cute, I almost come in my boxers just listening to her speak. I was too pissed for words when Hunter sat beside her. His shit-eating grin deserved a hard punch.
Nonetheless, I had the last moment of triumph when I was the one who gazed at her, resulting in her turning beet red as I purposefully grabbed her attention.
There are three distinct groups of women here tonight. One is the high-end, super conscious of everything type of woman who is dressed in expensive clothes and stiletto heels, and enough to make-up to repaint a Picasso.
The second is the jeans and t-shirt type, the ones who are very comfortable in their own skin.
Finally, we have the cute ones, happy wearing a summer dress, or clothing that doesn’t shout, and if they are wearing make-up, it’s very light.
That’s her. Amber … She’s number three. But seriously she”s a ten. There is nobody else here quite like her.
I once upon a time, I thought number one was my type... now I know she is.
“What’s her name?” I ask Hunter as we walk to the bar for yet another drink.
I heard her say she’s called Amber, but just in case I misheard. It’s also an excuse to get more information about her.
“Amber,” he replies. “She lives in London, and she”s sexy as shit. I think I’m going to ask her on a date.”
“No fucking way. I saw her first.”
“Joking. Even I was uncomfortable with how much you stared at her.”
I groan, hoping I never made her run off.
Hunter grins as he slaps me on my back. “She’s going to the pool at ten. Apparently, her friend is going to win their bet.”
“Bet?”
Hunter shrugs his shoulder as Harvey comes staggering over, Hudson following not long after. “Where the fuck did you two get to?”
“Blackjack table,” I say and turn back to Hunter. “What bet?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. Her friend said she was going to beat their friend and to be at the pool at ten,” Hunter says.
“Tonight?”
“Yes, tonight.”
I glance at my watch—9:49 pm. “Let’s get some drinks at the pool bar.”
“A bottle of your best champagne and two glasses,” I say to the bar attendant.
“Fucking champagne,” Harvey growls. “We’re in Vegas, not some fancy restaurant in New York.”
“It’s not for you.” I sign the credit against my room number, take the bucket of champagne and glasses, and wait at a table.
Two girls are missing, but the pale blonde girl appears with two guys I recognize as the men who were in the seat we took at the blackjack table.
Amber walks behind them, holding a bottle of water. She stops and takes a sip.
One guy looks back and waits. When she reaches him, they engage in a conversation.
I can’t hear anything, but she smiles and shakes her head before taking a seat on a lounger around the pool.
Her friend runs up to her and whispers in her ear.
Amber looks mortified. “No,” she mouths.
I decide to make a move, and quickly make my way to her, taking the seat beside her. Her mouth opens as she stares at me.
“I have a bottle of champagne and no one to share it with,” I say.
She nods to Harvey, Hunter, and Hudson, who are sitting around a table at the bar. “Your friends disagree.”
“Okay, I want to share it with you,” I say.
She smiles. “Now, that’s different.”
“That’s a yes.”
”Okay.” Her face already gorgeous, but whenever she smiles, my stupid heart bounces inside my chest like an excited child on a trampoline.
I pour two glasses, handing one to her. “To new friends.”
“And foolish old ones,” she says, pointing her glass to her friend, who is talking to the two guys who were around the blackjack table. She holds her glass to me. “Thank you and cheers.”
I smile at that and look at her friend with the guys. “What are they doing?”
“My insane friend is trying to prove that she is crazier than my other friends.”
“Sorry?” I narrow my eyes, looking totally confused.
“We had a bet on the journey here. The losers each pay one thousand pounds to the person who does the most ludicrous thing on holiday. Apparently, I’m about to witness Charlie’s attempt at taking Bree’s crown.”
I assume Bree is the red-haired girl who was the loudest of the three.
“We’ll see,” Amber says and glances at her watch. “Three minutes to go.”
“And have you done anything crazy?”
“I won’t attempt to beat Bree. She can have the money.” I must look confused. Her face flushes as she looks at me. “Bree gave a blow-job to an air attendant on the flight over.”
My eyes pop open, then I grin. “Yep, I expect that is hard to beat, but I could help you do it.”
Amber coughs and almost chokes on her drink. “I honestly don’t need the money that much.”
“Amber, watch!” her friend yells.
Amber’s eyes almost pop out of her head. “Oh, my... what the flipping heck is she doing?”
Amber stands, her hips swaying gently as she rushes to the pool’s edge. I watch her as she moves.
Why did I find it so cute she says flipping instead of fucking?
I wonder what she would sound like if she said fuck... fuck... I need to make her say it.
Or do it...
I rush off my chair and join her as her friend removes her clothes. She lowers one hand and covers between her thighs as her other hand covers her tits. The two guys strip off at the same time.
She pecks them both on the lips and the three of them run, jumping high and then plunging into the pool with a loud splash. Just when I thought that was her attempt at beating her friend, she starts underwater kissing the two strangers, all while she’s in the nude.
”Did she win the bet?”
Amber watches with her mouth wide open as her friend kisses from one man to the other. But when one man latches his leg between hers, she pushes him off and rises to the top of the pool.
“He went too far,” Amber says, “but I think she beat Bree.”
“An underwater kiss beats a mile-high blow-job?” I inquire.
“Yeah, of course. Charlie jumped into the pool naked, and in public, and then she made out with two guys. I think that trumps Bree’s behind the door blow-job. One we only have her word for.”
Charlie swims to the opposite end of the pool and, surprise, surprise, Hunter is waiting with a towel. He holds his hand to her. She smiles before he pulls her out and wraps her in the towel.
There’s a moment between them, but I want to get back to Amber.
“Have you got anything planned to beat your friends?”
She laughs. “It’s been so long since I’ve had sex. I only have to sleep with someone, and apparently, I’ve won the bet.”
“I could help with that,” I say. I really could.
“I’m not sleeping with someone for a bet.”
“How long?” I ask, and she looks confused. “Since you slept with someone.”
“How long since you have?” she counters.
“Three weeks,” I reply.
“Ah, have you just split up with someone?” she asks.
“No, it was a hookup,” I say, wondering why I’m being so honest.
“That’s a great line if you want to put a girl off,” she says in a sarcastic tone, crunching her cute little nose.
“I’m allowing myself to be totally honest with you. How long for you?” I ask, curving one side of my mouth upward.
She lifts a delicate eyebrow, and I take it she’s not impressed with my question. But she still answers, “Nearly two years.” My cock jolts at the thought she hasn’t had a man inside her for so long. “I was a late bloomer, but the flower died pretty quickly.”
I narrow my eyes as I think about that.
“The one guy I thought I could trust turned out he was cheating...” She hesitates and sighs. “He had a wife.”
“Fuck!”
“I know. I felt so bad when I found out, and now serious relationships are off the cards until my student debts are paid off and my career is established.”
“What do you do?”
“A lawyer... late bloomer there, too. I was a mature student, saved up for a couple of years with a dead-end job, and when I was twenty-one, I started my degree. By the time I was twenty-five, I got my first job as a lawyer for a bank in London, met the guy, dated him for six months and found out he was married. Dumped him and the job soon after,” she sighs deeply. “He was my boss. Luckily, I found my current job, and now I’m staying single.”
“He hurt you?” I ask.
I’m surprised when she shakes her head.
“No, a man who lies to you is very easy to get over. And a man who cheats on his wife is not worth shedding tears for,” she says. “Anyway, what’s your story? Anything exciting?”
Should I tell her?
It’s not as though I’m asking her.
“I work for my grandfather. But he refuses to quit working until I’m married, which makes me feel like crap on the one hand because he is in his eighties, but on the other, I refuse to give into his blackmail.”
“Oh no, that’s terrible. Have you got close to marrying someone?”
I shake my head. “Work takes over. I don’t have time for anything but casual.”
Her eyes meet mine for a silent moment, but she smiles at that.
Honesty is the best policy.
“You?” I ask.
“I’ve had some drinks after work with guys, but I attract a certain type of man, and now I get into work early, work late, and make sure I’m too tired for relationships. To be honest with you, my career is more important, and I don’t think any man is going to beat that.”
“But you never know. Stranger things have happened.”
“I agree. I could swipe right and Prince Charming might come and sweep me off my feet, whisk me to a remote island where I’m fed grapes every day for the rest of my life... In my real life, I’ll work hard, go to the supermarket and buy my own grapes.” She pauses and wiggles her eyebrows. “Maybe I should have a glimpse of Tinder.”
I laugh at her words, and the more I think about it, the more I realize she’s perfect.