Free Only in Vegas by Lindsey Brookes

be there for her.
    His gaze shifted and his jaw clenched.  Rick-the-Dick had just strolled into the lobby from outside with some blonde who couldn’t hold a candle to Angel.  “Speak of the devil.”
    She glanced back over her shoulder.  “Shit.”
    The newly arrived couple noticed them right away and headed in Trey and Angel’s direction.  Without a word of warning, Trey grabbed his soon-to-be roommate and pulled her up against him, covering her mouth with his in a passionate kiss.
    She gave a startled gasp that was swallowed up by the intimate kiss and started to push him away.  That effort lasted all of two seconds before Angel was clutching the front of his shirt and kissing him back.   
    “Angie?”
    She succeeded this time in breaking off the kiss and looked behind her with another gasp.  “Rick.”
    Trey drew her closer, smiling at the slack-jawed idiot across from him.
    “What’s he doing here?” Rick demanded, his expression not a happy one.
    “Well, he was kissing me until you interrupted us,” Angel said with more than a hint of irritation in her voice.
    Trey bit back a grin.  That was his Angel. 
    “This is supposed to be a business trip,” Angel’s ex complained even as he stood clinging to the arm of the blonde at his side. 
    “All work and no play makes for a dull boy, Ricky,” Trey told him.
    “It’s Rick.”
    “Yeah, sure,” Trey responded nonchalantly.  As if he gave a shit. 
    Rick’s eyes narrowed as he gave Trey the once over.  Then he turned to Angel.  “I see it didn’t take you long to reel another guy in.”
    Angel’s smile was tight.  Trey knew how hard this must be for her, but she was certainly holding her own.  “My personal life stopped being your business when we broke up.”
    “Now if you’ll excuse us,” Trey said, stepping before Rick could reply.  “Angel and I need to get our room key.”  He guided Angel past the couple and back to the reservation desk.
    Angel glanced back over her shoulder, then back at Trey.  “Can you believe the nerve of that arrogant ass?  Making that remark about me when he was standing there with that fake blonde.”
    “Forget about it, Angel.  You put the guy in his place.”  And he was quite proud of her for that.
    “Yeah, and it felt good.  Speaking of good, that kiss you gave me was something else.  No wonder women line up at your door.”
    He chuckled.  “Don’t start.  You wanted it to look real.  Request granted.”  It wasn’t hard to do.  Kissing her felt real to him.
    “You’re so good at this,” she whispered with a glance back over her shoulder.  “Did you see Rick’s face?”
    “Unfortunately, yeah,” he said with a teasing grin.  “Not sure what you ever saw in the guy.  Now me, I’m a lot better looking.”  Why had he felt the need to say that?
    “I can’t argue that,” Angel said as she rose up to press a kiss to his cheek.  “You’re the best.”
    *              *              *
    Trey stood in the doorway of their hotel suite looking around.  Its Egyptian theme was played out from ceiling to floor, the atmosphere enhanced by intentionally low lighting.  The far window wall slanted inward as would be expected if one were inside of a real pyramid.
    Angel made a bee-line for the oversized bed.  Tossing her purse onto the night stand, she dropped back onto the bed.  “Ah, what I wouldn’t give to have one of these in my apartment.”
    He laughed.  “It wouldn’t fit.”
    “I know,” she replied with a sigh.  “A girl can dream, can’t she?”
    “Absolutely.”
    She squirmed her way to the center of the bed.  “A person could get lost in a bed this big.”
    He sure as hell hoped so.  Because he knew exactly what Angel would find if she slept too close to him.  No wonder Las Vegas was known as Sin City.  The place was a non-medicinal form of Viagra.  Ever since they had arrived, his sexual need had gone into overdrive.
    And