Page 29 of Reckless Abandon

I spent the next day lounging by the pool and sipping margaritas, thinking about Nathan and what I had planned on doing to him later. But, I also started to think about what it meant to have him as my man when I went back to work the following week? That evening, Nathan insisted that we stay in again. He said he would be willing to share me when we went back to Vegas, but not tonight. We ordered room service, made love almost everywhere in that room, and fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Since Nathan had made it to the final table, I decided to watch the end of the tournament. The whole thing was very intense and quiet. I was so used to a room of rambunctious five-year-olds that this seemed deathly still. I kept trying not to look at Nathan because I didn’t want to distract him, but damn he was hard not to look at. After eight long hours, I was thrilled to be able to watch my man take first place. Holy shit, that’s a $75,000 paycheck. I barely make that in two years.

After his win, Nathan came over to me and kissed me deeply. “You, butterfly, are my good luck charm.”

On the way back to Las Vegas, Nathan noticed my lack of conversation. “What’s up?” Nathan asked as he reached over and grabbed my hand.

“How will this all work, Nathan? Us? Me stripping? It all just seems weird,” I knew I was rambling but I'd never been in a situation like that before.

“Of all people, Ryann, I understand stripping is a job that you can make great, fast money. Do I like the idea of other men staring at my woman? No. But I do get it. We’ll figure us out along the way. I trust you and your limits. But I will ask you not to do any more private rooms with G please.” The way he stared me with those pleading eyes told me I would not turn down his request.

“I can do that, Nathan,” I softly said, leaning into his shoulder.

“Keep what’s under here for me,” he growled as he ran his hand underneath my skirt.