Free Heat Waves by Carrie Anne Ward Page B

he
said.
    “Thank you,” she replied as she accepted the
drink.
    She took it back to her chair, sat back, and
relaxed while she sipped on the drink her new friend had bought
her. She was hoping her friends would not be mad at her for making
plans. After a good, long soak in the sun, Rachel threw some
clothes over her bikini, and went back to her room to get
ready.
    Rachel took a shower, did her hair and
makeup, and put on a very pretty pink summer dress. She had not
planned to go anywhere nice, so she was glad Tina had talked her
into bringing the dress with her.
    Her two friends walked through the hotel room
door, laughing and giggling. They stopped as soon as they saw her
looking so cute.
    “Where are you going?” Tina asked.
    “Remember Mr. Hottie at the pool?” she asked,
as they nodded their heads. “He is taking me out for dinner.”
    “No way,” Jen said. “That is so great. You
didn't even need us here to have a good time.”
    “He came over to me after you two left, and
we talked for over an hour. He seems really nice. We are going to
dinner and a show.”
    “So you are dumping us for some guy?” Tina
asked, pretending to be mad. “Have a great time. We want all the
dirt in the morning.”
    “I am so glad you are not mad. He was really
sweet. It's not going to be like that,” Rachel said. “You know I'm
not sleeping with him. You are so bad.”
    There was a knock at the door, and Tina ran
to get it. Rachel pushed her aside, opened the door, slid out, and
closed it behind her.
    “What was that about?” Cliff asked, with a
smile.
    “You don't need to talk to my friends. They
are something else. I am sure they would say something to embarrass
me,” she said, as she looked him over. “You look really nice.”
    Her eyes widened, and she could feel her
mouth go dry. She was so nervous. He looked perfect. He had on a
white dress shirt, colorful tie, and perfect fitting black suit.
She was shocked at how different he looked dressed up. His body
looked so good, even covered by the suit jacket. She wanted to rub
her hands down his strong chest. That was not like her at all.
    “You look beautiful,” he said. “The show
starts at eight. I made reservations at a steak house in the Paris
Hotel, if that's okay.”
    “That sounds wonderful,” she said.
    He took her hand in his and they started down
the hall.
    The steak place was very nice. She had never
eaten anywhere that nice before. Her ex did not like to go out very
often. As she looked at the menu, she noticed the prices were
really high. She did not want to take advantage of the situation,
and he must have sensed her nervousness.
    “It's Vegas. You are here to have fun, right?
Order anything you want,” he said.
    They talked while they ate their steaks,
which were melt in your mouth perfect. Their desserts arrived. They
looked so good, and were decorated so nicely. The plates were so
perfect. She didn't want to eat it. He laughed at her, took his
fork, scooped a bite from her plate, and ate it. That way, she
wouldn't feel so bad about eating it herself, she thought. He was
so sweet. He took her fork and scooped up a bite of his. Then he
put the fork up to her mouth. She put her hand over his and took
the fork from him. She shivered at the heat in his touch.
    “What do you do for work?” she asked, as she
hoped to shake the feeling from his touch.
    “I work in corporate law,” he answered.
    She looked at him and knew her expression had
changed.
    “You're a lawyer?” she asked.
    “Yes,” he replied. “Don't hold that against
me. It seems like you are not a fan.”
    “My ex is a lawyer,” she said.
    “We don't all sleep with our secretaries,” he
said, as he reached over and rubbed her hand. “I'm a good guy. I
just happen to like law.”
    She laughed.
    “I'm sorry about that,” she said. “I know I
can't judge everyone by one person's actions.”
    He changed the subject onto something
else.
    They walked over to Caesar’s Palace