Free Style (Dressing a Billionaire Book 2): A Romantic Comedy by Jamie Lee Scott Page A

to try to sleep.
    The helicopter landed at McCarron’s private field, and a limo whisked us to the Aria.
    When Hugo and I entered the hotel, a concierge escorted us to the room. No check-in. No waiting in line.
    “I’m so sorry, sir, this was the best we could do on such short notice,” the short thin man said.
    “I thank you for making this happen.” Hugo’s gracious manner warmed my mood.
    He treated everyone as an equal, including Timmy, who he treated more as his friend than his employee. And yes, that could be because they were friends first. So that’s what he and I were: two friends visiting Vegas and going clothes shopping.
    The elevator shot to the top floor of the hotel, and we exited to the Penthouse Suite.
    The concierge assured us our bags would be up shortly. Hugo handed him a couple of hundred dollar bills.
    We stepped into a room with floor-to-ceiling windows and stunning views of the city.
    “This is your room. I have the one next door,” Hugo said.
    It hadn’t even occurred to me that we’d have separate rooms. I mean we’d slept in the same bed already. Not like he’d been tempted before.
    “Are you sure? I mean we can share this room.” I didn’t really want to be alone.
    Then it occurred to me that Kelsey may be joining him. A threesome didn’t sound all that appealing with the reigning Texas princess.
    “I don’t want to overstep. And besides, I prefer to play the air guitar solo.” He turned back to the door.
    “I’d be happy to play the drums for you,” I said. And I didn’t even want to take it back. I wanted him to know I enjoyed seeing him naked.
    “I’ll keep that in mind.” He walked back to me and handed me a roll of hundred dollar bills. “Tip generously.”
    I looked at the money and felt like a hooker. Without the orgasm or the opportunity to fake one. My gut twisted.
    “See you in the morning. We need to shop all day. I don’t want to think about the real world for the next thirty-six hours.” He closed the door behind him.
    I saw the concierge waiting outside the hotel room, ready to show Hugo his room. I wondered if Bobby had planned all of this while we were in the air. I’d only seen Hugo on his phone once, and only for a few minutes.
    I walked into the living room, and marveled at the leather furniture and the lights of the city. Then I moved to the dining room, which had a long rectangular glass table and four upholstered leather chairs around it. I took my shoes off and felt the plush white carpet between my toes. White carpet, white walls, and black accents all made the modern art pop off the walls.
    I turned to go check out the bedroom when I heard a knock on the door. My heart jumped. Hugo had come back! I opened the door to find the bellman. He walked in with my bag and asked if he could get me anything else. Nope. I tipped him and waited until the door closed, then jogged to the bedroom.
    Oh my! The full-length windows had the drapes drawn in the bedroom, and the headboard of the bed matched the size of the windows. The black frame held in white diamond tuck leather over a bed made up with white sheets and a chocolate brown spread. Pillows of white, orange, and khaki had been placed evenly across the head of the bed.
    I didn’t even look at the nightstands, except to see the illuminated lamps had a round silver base and chocolate brown shades. I swept my hand across the bed and sent the decorative pillows to the floor, then I rolled on the top and pressed the remote button to open the drapes. I lay staring at the lights of Vegas until I fell asleep.
    I awoke in the morning, still laying on top of the bed and in my clothes from the night before. In my dreams, Hugo had come back to me, undressed me, and we had sex in every room in the suite. In reality, he hadn’t even called the room, or my phone. I went back to the dining room, where I’d left my purse, and pulled out my phone.
    Gwen had made it safely to Germany, Orlean jumped for joy at repping