Free Her Secret Lover (What Happens in Vegas) by Robin Covington

the table. Of course the wife of the VIP would be the one to break the rules. It made the situation not only potentially risky but also delicate from a guest relations standpoint.
    Kelsey made eye contact with the security guy standing behind them, but Micah spied her movement and held them both off with a discreetly raised hand. The guard quickly assessed the situation, and while he remained where he was, his eyes were riveted on what was happening. All Kelsey could do was stand by and seethe.
    Babette leaned over the table, her ample breasts lifted high and thrust so close to his face that Micah backed up a little bit. They were probably the best breasts Saul’s money could buy, and it was only natural that his eyes strayed to what she had on offer. Kelsey gripped the edge of the table, keeping the sharp spike of jealousy at bay. She had no right to feel possessive over Micah; in fact, the feeling was probably due to the fact that she disliked Babette and resented her impossible request.
    Babette didn’t take the body language cues but leaned in even closer, her hot pink lips spread in a wide, leering smile. “My favorite character is Lucas James in Silent Winter .”
    “Really? Why is that?” Micah cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up on his nose, keeping his gaze fixated on the book he was signing.
    If Babette got any closer to Micah, she’d be wearing the same shirt, but it didn’t prevent Kelsey from hearing her breathy reply.
    “Because he fucks his woman like he’s going to die if he doesn’t have her. I read those scenes and pretend I’m her.” Babette giggled and traced a fingernail up Micah’s arm and then played with the hem of his T-shirt sleeve. “That guy is an insatiable animal, and I wonder if you get as dirty as he does when you get a woman in bed.”
    Whoa. Kelsey blinked. The security guard coughed. She wished she had a rewind button so she could make sure she’d heard her right.
    Micah cleared his throat, his pen poised over the book as his neck flushed red. “That’s the beauty of fiction. I get to sit around and make stuff up all day.”
    “Well, that’s a real good imagination you’ve got there. I’m sure you can use it in all parts of your life,” Babette cooed, and Kelsey had to step in and break this up before she had to pass out barf bags. People were starting to stare, and that was not a good thing. She put on her best concierge smile and got the little nightmare moving along.
    “Excellent question, Mrs. Forasch! Do you have a camera? I’d be happy to take a photo of the two of you.”
    Babette paused, her irritation at the interruption apparent, and Kelsey knew that this little incident would come back and bite her in the ass. Just one more reason to make sure Babette got what she wanted and didn’t have any reason to hold a grudge.
    Kelsey took Babette’s blinged-out phone and pressed the camera icon as the two subjects of the photograph smiled and leaned into the frame.
    “I’ll take a couple of shots to make sure we get a good one,” Kelsey said as she looked at the image on the screen. Babette looked predatory; Micah appeared nauseous but he held the pose while she took one, then two, and a third for good measure.
    If she hadn’t been focused on the scene, she might have missed the slide of Babette’s hand over his thigh and between his legs. But she didn’t. Micah jumped and banged against the bottom of the table, knocking over the stacks of books and causing his water bottle to roll off and land on the floor with a sloshy thud.
    Babette laughed, her devious chuckle making her breasts jiggle as she straightened up and adjusted her short skirt.
    “Thanks, Micah. I’ll see you soon,” she said with a not-so-subtle sly eye aimed at Kelsey.
    “Thanks for coming, Mrs. Forasch,” she said, placing her hand on the woman’s back to steer her away from the table.
    “Are you still working on my request, Kelsey?” Babette asked, not even trying to keep her