Free Deceived 4 - The Wedding by Eve Carter Page A

spraying water into the air, choreographed to music. Or at least that was what the website had said when I googled it.
    As the porter open ed the door and we walked in, I felt like Dorothy in the Land of Oz. The suite was magnificent. In the foyer, my shoes tapped on yet more marble as I walked over it. It opened into a spacious living area, with a dining area that could seat six to one side. My eyes swept the room until I saw the bedroom, separate from the living area.
    I tossed my purse and tote bag to the side and went in side. It was just as posh as the rest of the hotel. I noticed a switch next to the headboard of the bed and I ran over, bounding onto the bed and reaching for the switch.
    “Look , honey, it’s for the blinds.” I slid the lever and the curtains opened and closed at my command.
    Patrick smiled as he stepped behind the granite counter top bar to fix himself a Scotch on the rocks. “Check out the bathroom, sweetie.”
    I jumped off the bed and darted into the bathroom to see what The Bellagio could provide that could top what I had already seen.
    There were his and hers Italian marble baths with a soaking whirlpool tub big enough for two and glass enclosed steam shower to the side. I went back to the doorway of the bedroom and leaned my head out so Patrick could hear me. The suite was big as a house. “Hey, sweetie, there’s a TV mounted on the wall over the Jacuzzi tub. Why on Earth would anyone want to watch TV in the bathtub?”
    He lowered his glass from his lips and said, “Maybe to watch porn? I hear the have naughty movies on demand.”
    I rolled my eyes. “ You are such a guy. I hear that the internet was invented by men, just so they could watch free porn.”
    “H ey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Have you ever watched porn? I mean with someone, like a guy?” He raised his eyebrows and wiggled them.
    I cocked my head sideways and contemplated the thought of doing it with Patrick. A little blush rose to my cheeks but the idea was kind of a turn on.
    Patrick chuckled as he noticed my flush and took another sip of his Scotch. “Do you need to freshen up before we go down for dinner?”
    “Give me five minutes, babe, and I’ll be ready.”
    Due to the time difference between Las Vegas and New York, it was still early and the night was young. I walked over to where the porter had placed my suitcase on a stand next to the large dresser. I pressed the clasps but they didn’t open. What was my code again? I recited five, five, seven in my head. That had always been my code. I turned the numbers to 557 and pressed the clasps again. They still didn’t open, no matter how many times I spun the numbers to line up in the correct sequence.
    “Honey!” I yelled. “My suitcase won’t open. The clasps are stuck.”
    Patrick ca me into the bedroom and stood next to me, examining the locks. “You know, you’re not supposed to lock your suitcase on flights. In case the security needs to check it. Let me try.”
    “I didn’t lock it.” I sighed in defeat and threw my hands in the air in frustration. “It’s all yours.”
    Patrick dialed the code perfectly but still no luck, it didn’t open. “You’re sure the code is 557?”
    “Absolutely. It must be broken. Those baggage handlers probably did it when throwing my suitcase on the carts. You know how badly airport personnel treat luggage,” I said.
    “Don’t worry. We ’ll get it open. Hand me that bottle opener over there.” He said and pointed to the bar. Even the bedroom has a bar.
    I tossed him the opener and he pressed it in between the clasp and suitcase then twisted. With a pop, one of the clasps released and seconds later Patrick got the other one open too. “What would I do without you?” I said and gave him a big smile.
    He opened the lid for me and took a step back when he saw its contents. His eyebrows shot up. We were staring at a large suitcase filled with sex toys. Everything from dildos and vibrators, to