Free Heat Waves by Carrie Anne Ward Page A

build.
    She could not believe how good the guy
looked. He had looked cute sitting on the chair, but was a whole
different level of cuteness standing next to her without a shirt
on. He had sandy brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, muscular shoulders
and arms, and a chiselled chest. She had to stop the drool from
slipping from the side of her mouth. He was gorgeous.
    “I'm Cliff,” he said, with a smile.
    “My name is Rachel Reynolds. Thanks for the
drinks,” she replied, with a smile.
    Rachel was feeling a little tipsy already.
Not being a big drinker, and the heat beating down on her skin, had
not helped. She was feeling very comfortable talking to Mr.
Hottie.
    “What brings you to Vegas? Is it a
bachelorette party, girl's weekend, or are your men off doing
something else?” he asked.
    Rachel laughed.
    “More like a divorce party,” she replied.
“What about you? Are you here with your wife, girlfriend, or just
the guys?”
    “Business trip,” he said. “I leave tomorrow.
How long are you here for?”
    “We got here this morning, and we leave late
tomorrow night,” she replied.
    “What does your man think of you being here
for a divorce party?” Cliff asked.
    Rachel snickered. Was he trying to see if she
had a man? How cute, she thought.
    “I don't think he would really care,” she
said. “He got everything in the divorce. I think he's pretty
happy.”
    “This is your divorce party, then?” he asked.
“I'm sorry about that.”
    “Don't be,” she replied, as she laughed.
“You're not the one who slept with his secretary. I'm fine. It was
over a year ago. My life is a million times better now.”
    “He is the one missing out. Have you ever
been to Vegas before?” he asked.
    “No,” she answered. “It looks like so much
fun. This is the first thing we have done. I am looking forward to
checking out some casinos. I am definitely going to come back again
one day.”
    “You are only here for one day?” he said.
“What are your plans for the night?”
    “We are not sure yet,” Rachel said. “They
will be at the spa for hours. We will probably just check out a
couple of casinos, have dinner, and go to a club. My friends have
been here several times together. They think a crazy, drunken night
is what I need to kick off my single life.”
    “You don't sound very excited about that,” he
said.
    “The whole party scene is not really for me,”
she replied. “I would rather look around Vegas or do something less
crazy.”
    “Why don't you spend the evening with me?” he
asked. “I would love to take you to dinner. We can go see a show,
too, if you would like. I think Elton John is across the street at
Caesar’s Palace. What do you think?”
    “I'm not sure,” she said, as she looked at
him.
    “You seem like a nice person,” Cliff said. “I
will be a perfect gentleman. I promise.”
    He gave her a puppy dog look, and she
laughed.
    “Okay. This is Vegas. It will be nice to have
an evening out,” she said.
    “Who knows,” he said, as he laughed. “Maybe
it will even be fun.”
    They stayed in the pool for a while longer
and talked. She could not help looking over his amazing body. He
told her he was going to go back to his room, to finish his work,
and get ready. He would pick her up at her room at four o'clock.
Cliff went back to where his chair was to get dressed. Rachel could
not help but watch his gorgeous ass as he walked across the pool
area. He grabbed his stuff, said something to the bartender, and
waved as he exited the area.
    Rachel was excited for her evening with
Cliff. She had not dated anyone since she had left her husband.
She’d wanted to stay completely unattached until her court
appearances were over. There was no way she was going to give Jake,
her ex, anything bad to say about her. The divorce had just
finalized a few days before the trip. Just as Rachel was going to
get out of the pool, the bartender brought her a drink.
    “Your guy friend ordered this for you,”