Lust Read Online Emma Hart (Vegas Nights #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas Nights Series by Emma Hart
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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I saw the exact moment he noticed her.

“Holy shit,” Sam breathed. “Now I feel like a teenage boy.”

“Yep.”

Chapter Sixteen

Perrie

I could feel their eyes on me.

It sounded insane, and I felt like this dress was a mistake. I hadn’t even thought this through when I’d put it on. I just wanted to make sure Daniel Duvall would notice me so I could hook him quickly and then get on with my night.

It was ridiculous when I considered that it’d taken me hours to get to sleep today thanks to Adrian last night. Never mind blue balls—I had a purple clit.

And the way he’d looked at me when I’d taken my coat off in the parking lot, all raw hunger and desperate restraint, I’d wanted to tell him to screw this night and do the very same thing to me.

Now, I had to brush off those feelings amid the numerous sensations of being watched to seduce a man who, from last night, appreciated the female form but not the person inside it.

I was gonna need a lot of wine when I was done here, that was for sure.

I folded my coat and set it on the bar over my purse. Glancing the way of Daniel Duvall, our eyes met for the briefest second. I pulled my attention over to my phone.

I knew that the best way to really get his attention was to pretend that I was waiting for a friend and been stood up. They were the prey I’d preferred to pick out—they were actively looking for company. Company I used to give for a pretty price.

Now, I wanted Duvall to believe I was looking for that.

I’d rather separate us with a ten-foot pole, but whatever. I wasn’t in a position to be picky about it.

I smoothed loose curls behind my ear and unlocked my phone. Pretending I was waiting for a friend was not only ridiculous but also totally mind-numbing. The amount of texts I’d have to “send” until I could “call” and sigh in annoyance was stupid.

Why had I agreed to this? Surely there was some young rookie officer I could have trained to do this.

God. This was awful.

I was going to give Adrian and Sam a mouthful when I got done here. They had to know that I wasn’t going to do this again. I’d rather spend the night in jail.

My phone buzzed with an actual message, and thank god. That made it easier.

Sam: You should try to smile.

The urge not to look for them was overwhelming.

Me: You’re offering me as a piece of meat, how’s a middle finger for a smile for you?

Sam: Save it. I assure you Adrian’s in far more distress than you will be all night.

Me: Tell him to stick his distress where the sun doesn’t shine.

I flashed a dark glare their way. Sam’s coughing laugh was loud and obvious, even to me, and I turned my back to them. Goddamn them. That wasn’t who I wanted the text to be from.

Again, my phone buzzed, and this time, I sighed.

Adrian: Can I offer you some advice?

Me: Don’t reply to Sam’s texts again?

Adrian: Yes, but no. Don’t wear a black thong with a white dress.

How did he… oh shit! This dress wasn’t the thickest material in the world. I’d been so frustrated by the prospect of this that I’d pulled the biggest rookie move in the book.

Light clothes must equal light understand.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Me: Fuck.

Me: At least DD will think I’m up for it if he notices.

There was always a silver lining.

Adrian: Zac is with my sister tonight.

Me: I don’t know where you’re going with this.

Adrian: The longer I sit here seeing your underwear through your dress, the more likely I am to fuck you blind tonight.

The lump in my throat was thick.

Me: We’re working.

Adrian: I’m working on all the ways I can make you come.

Oh my god.

My cheeks burned.

Me: You’re being ridiculous.

Adrian: My fingers, for one. I have a pretty skilled tongue. And an eight-inch cock that will make you cry.

Me: Are you sexting me when I should be seducing another man?

Me: Bc if you are, I don’t know what to say about that.

Adrian: If it looks like sexting and makes you squirm like it’s sexting, it’s sexting.

Adrian: Are you squirming?

Internally.

Me: No.

His response didn’t come immediately, and that made me squirm. I needed to be focusing on Duvall, but here I was, sexting with a hot cop with some serious self-confidence.

Ugh.

The next buzz of my phone alerted me to his response. I sipped my drink and gathered myself before I opened the message.

Adrian: You will be.

“You will be.”

That was it.

That was the message I’d waited at least five minutes for.

Me: Send my call to voicemail.

I dialed his number probably before he even had a chance to read my message. I flicked my hair back over my shoulder and sighed as it ticked over to voicemail.


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