Real Vampires: Glory Does Vegas by Bartlett, Gerry (white hot kiss TXT) 📕

saw Donna talking to Misty. Both of them stared at me then glanced at Dom’s table where Jerry sat drinking some of that expensive synthetic. I didn’t doubt the reason for the looks I was getting. I hadn’t been home in a couple of days. Maybe I owed Misty an explanation. I worked my way through the tables toward her.

“I hope you haven’t been worried about me.” I cleared a table of empties, snatching up my generous tip. “I guess I should have called or texted you.”

“No problem. Tiffany filled us in. She said your boyfriend was in town.” Misty took my arm and guided me away from a loud group that called Donna over for a photo. “I didn’t know you had a guy, Gloria. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. We’re on and off. He’ll be leaving tomorrow. He’s got business in Louisiana.” I nodded toward a customer who signaled for a refill.

“He didn’t ask you to go with him?” Misty wouldn’t let go. “He’s not the one who has you so scared you got the big dog, is he?”

“No!” I smiled at Jerry who was watching me. Or was he interested in Misty, who wore little more than body glitter? I moved to block his view of her. “He gave me Valdez. He wants to take care of me. He did ask me to leave with him when he goes back to Louisiana.”

“Then why are you still working here? Go over there, sit in his lap, and whisper yes in his ear.” She smiled in the direction of Dom’s table. “I see who he’s sitting with. Dom doesn’t hang out with anyone who doesn’t run with the rich crowd. Your man’s hot, too. Grab him and hold on to him.”

I was tired of having to explain myself. It was tempting to say something like he was married, or that he had knocked me around. That would end the push to send me into his arms. I realized Jerry was staring at me now. It would be so easy to just give in. Go and never look back. I could be an ornament, a decoration in his life. How long would it take, though, before I was bored out of my mind, he was bored out of his mind, and we started sniping at each other?

“Thanks for the advice, Misty, but I’m not ready to leave here yet. If he really loves me, he’ll wait.” I took off to fill my drink orders.

My feet ached and I knew it was nearly time for last call. Once the bar closed, I could leave with Jerry. Last call for us as well. How long would we be apart this time? Months? Years? My bank account was not impressive. It would take years for me to make enough to finance a small business. I needed a serious amount of cash on hand before I dared jump into action. A serious amount. Was there any way to get it fast?

My mind was spinning with ideas when it was finally time for me to meet Jerry in the parking lot.

He looked so good I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, going up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Wow. Nice greeting,” he said when we finally came up for air.

We both laughed when there was applause from two of the dancers who had been about to get into their cars.

“Hey, I was glad to see him.” I waved at them. “Go. Take off.”

“Have fun, you two.” Misty grinned and climbed into her aging Chevy. “I won’t wait up.”

“Actually, I’ll see you in a little while. I’m coming home to change clothes.” I ran my hands over Jerry’s chest. “I need to do that, Jer. Can I meet you at the hotel?” I was determined to dress up this night. Going around in shorts and t-shirts wasn’t doing my self-esteem any good. Not when I stood beside a man whose Armani jacket cost more than I made in a month.

“You look fine to me.” Jerry held me away from him and looked me over. Then he frowned. “Why are you wearing a bra?”

“Because without it, I look slutty.”

“You do not.” He frowned.

“Forget that. Tonight, I want to go dancing. There’s a nice lounge in the lobby of your hotel. Instead of hitting the sheets right away, is it too much to ask that you take me out?” I moved close again. “I know it’s late, but I think we could squeeze in a few slow dances.” I ran a fingertip under his collar. “I want to dress up for you.”

“I like you best undressed.” In a move that made me glad the dancers had already taken off, he reached under my shirt and unhooked my bra. Then his hands were on my breasts, stroking them into pinpoints of desire.

“God, Jerry. You know I love when you do that.” I leaned my forehead against his shoulder. He pinched my nipples until I gasped.

“Leave the bra at home. But dress up if you wish.” He raised my chin so he could look into my eyes. His kiss told me he wanted me now but could wait. “I like dancing with you. Love watching you dance. How you dress doesn’t matter to me. Except these modern clothes are so easy to remove. A real convenience.” He took my hand and sucked a finger into his mouth, dragging a fang over it. “I love to see your breasts move under your shirt. You should never wear a bra.”

I leaned into him, lost in his eyes. Oh, how he made me want him. “I promise we’ll go to your suite before dawn in time to enjoy being alone together.”

“Alone with you. I can’t wait.” He reached down to open my car door. “Go then. Put on your dancing dress. I’ll meet you in the lobby.” He turned to Valdez. “You and Sherie can entertain yourselves elsewhere, I’m sure.”

Valdez pushed me aside so he could jump in the car.