Page 25 of Sexy Dirty Fun

I had gotten over the way he would look at me when I first joined the tour. I originally thought he was totally skeezy, but he started to grow on me. He was great in being there for me when I had to deal with Shaun too.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” I said as I reached for the beer and took it from him. My buzz was starting to wear off, wrecking my plans to be buzzed the whole time I was in Vegas.

“Come on in,” I said and put the beer in the mini fridge. I took out a beer for each of us.

“Thanks,” he said when I handed him the beer. He popped the top and took a drink. “How are you?”

Without him coming right out and saying it, I knew he was referring to Shaun attacking me when we first got to Vegas. He was with me when I gave the police a statement, but I hadn’t talked to him since then.

“I’m ok,” I shrugged. For the most part I was. Sometimes when I was asleep I had nightmares about him and would wake up in a cold sweat, but I would watch a little TV and soon drift back to sleep. I’m not sure if I had really processed what had happened to me or what had almost happened to me before Cane came to my rescue.

“Did you know Cane was married?” I blurted out before taking a drink of my beer.

“What? No way!” He exclaimed setting his beer on the dresser in front of him and leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.

“Yep. I met the lucky Mrs. Stephens the other day. Let me tell you, she’s a piece of work.” I rolled my eyes and downed my beer.

“Interesting.” He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “I wonder when that happened. How long have they been married?”

“I didn’t ask and he didn’t tell me. He tried to explain but I don’t care. I knew he slept around but I had no idea he was a cheater too.” I shrugged and reached for another beer. “I don’t really want to talk about him anymore.” I sat down next to Drew on the bed and I saw him swallow visibly.

“What do you want to do? Do you want to go out somewhere? We could probably catch out a show.” He was nervous and rambling.

“No, I wait to stay locked away from the real world for a bit yet.” I shook my head. “Let’s stay in and get drunk.” I grinned and got on my knees next to him.

“Ok, how about we order some real alcohol from room service then? It will take too long with beer.” He slid over to the phone and reached for than handle to call room service.

“I have some champagne too. I’ve been going through a bottle of that every couple of hours. Do you want that or something more?” I was excited to have someone to drink with. I was afraid I might turn into an alcoholic if I continued to wallow alone in my room.

“Champagne gives me a headache. I’ll get you some and then how about some tequila? We can have them bring all the stuff to do the shots.” He grinned at me.

“Oh boy, bringing out the hard stuff, huh? If we are going to do tequila shots, then I should probably quit drinking champagne or I’ll be puking in the bathroom soon.” I bounced over to him on the bed, catching a whiff of his soap. He smelled so clean - unlike Cane who smelled like booze and cigarette smoke. It was a nice change.

“Can’t handle it?” he teased me.

“Oh, that’s it,” I laughed. “Bring it.”

He picked up the phone and called room service. He ordered a big bottle of the hotel’s best tequila and I shook my head. That’s what I get for asking him to come drink with me.

My phone beeped with a new text. Not thinking, I dug it out of my bag to check it. I frowned when I saw it was Cane again, asking if we could talk. When was he going to get the hint? I unlocked my phone and furiously typed back a response.

I’m busy with Drew.Leave me alone.

I hitsend and turned off my phone. That text was vague enough to get him thinking, I’m sure. I didn’t care what he thought. I tossed my phone back into my purse and turned back to Drew as he hung up the phone.

“All set?” I asked, planting a smile onto my face.

“Yep.” He glanced at my bag. “Was that Cane?”

“No, it was my best friend back in LA,” I lied.

“Oh, you seemed upset by whoever it was, so that’s why I asked.”

“She was asking me a lot of questions about you.” I didn’t even believe me by the tone of my voice. It didn’t matter; I was going to continue my little game.

“What kind of questions?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.