Free Only in Vegas by Lindsey Brookes Page B

gotten me to take a much needed vacation,” he said, cutting her off.
    “Oh.”
    He walked over, cupped her face and kissed the tip of her pert little nose.  “And I thank you for it.”  
    He had succeeded in coaxing the smile back to Angel’s face.  “I’m so glad you feel that way,” she said, looking up at him.  “Now come on,” she said, grabbing his hand. 
    “Where are we going?” he asked as she led him from the sitting area.
    “There’s something I want to show you.”
    She was leading him right toward the bed.  He could only imagine what it was she planned to show him.  “Don’t you think we should wait until we get unpacked before we...?”  His words trailed off as they passed the bed.  Where was she taking him?
    “Relax, Trey.  You’re on vacation, remember?”  Angel drew back the curtains and turned to him.  “I just wanted you to see the view we have from our Jacuzzi.” 
    He’d been so focused on the bed when they first came into the room that he hadn’t even noticed the raised Jacuzzi tub that sat in front of the picture window.
    Slipping an arm around Angel’s narrow waist, Trey stepped up alongside her and looked out over the incredible Las Vegas skyline with its backdrop of mountains. 
    “Casinos and lights for as far as the eye can see,” he muttered in amazement.  “This place is really something.”
    She looked up at him, excitement in those big, dark eyes.  “And that’s only a piece of it.  The things to see here are endless.  Themed casinos, every kind of restaurant you could imagine, shows, the Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam.”
    Despite having been sent there with Rick-the-Dick, Angel seemed very excited to be back in Vegas.  Trey found himself anxious to share the experience with her. 
    Angel slipped away and walked over to the bureau where she began rifling through the drawers.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Looking for this.”  She held up what appeared to be a phone book.  “I have some shopping I need to do while we’re out seeing the strip.”
    Since when did people come to Vegas to shop?  Well, he wasn’t about to make mention of that to Angel.  If she wanted to shop, that was fine by him.  Anything to keep his thoughts on something other than his best friend and his awakening desire to make love to her.
    Trey checked his jean pocket for his room key.  “Ready when you are.”
    “Just a sec.”  She scribbled an address on the complimentary note pad, and then shoved it into her purse.  Draping the leather strap over her shoulder, she turned to him.  “All set.”
    The sooner they got out of there the better.  Trey followed Angel from the room where they made their way along the balcony style hallway that overlooked the impressive Egyptian lobby below.
    Thankfully, by the time they reached the elevators, he was in control of his senses once again.  Mind clear.  Heart rate slowed to an easy pace.  He was back to his normally calm, cool, collected self.  The Trey Landers who took on the corporate world without even so much as a hesitation.  Now, if he could just had to keep it that way.
    He leaned casually against the wall beside the elevator doors, a confident smile on his face.  “So what are we shopping for?”  His guess would be souvenirs.  Angel always brought things back for him and Kathy, and once in a while for his dad when she went away on her agent familiarization trips.
    The elevator chimed beside him, signaling its arrival at their floor.  The doors opened and Angel stepped inside.  Turning to face him, she replied with a grin, “Leather and a maybe a few sexy nighties.”
     
    The look on Trey’s face was priceless.  Eyes seemingly glazed over.  Jaw open.  So was the fact that he was speechless.  He always had something to say.  She reached out to poke the ‘door open’ button on the elevator control panel.
    “Are you planning to take the next elevator?” Angie asked with a grin.
    Trey came out of