Page 29 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“Still haven’t made the bed, huh?” He grinned at me.

“No, I called housekeeping but they haven’t arrived yet. I was going to get something to eat. Do you want to join me?” I regretted the words almost as soon as I said them. Asking him to dinner wasn’t going to deter him; it was only going to lead him on more. Oh well, he wasn’t a bad guy and we could have some fun.

“Sure! There’s a great Italian place nearby. We can walk.” He got up off the bed and waited for me to grab my purse.

“I hate to ask this, but you haven’t seen Cane lately have you?” He asked on our way to the elevator.

I bit my lip, not sure if I should tell him I talked to him right after he left. “No,” I decided to lie. “I’m done with him.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, putting his hand on the small of my back as we entered the elevator. He was always such a gentleman. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Most of the guys I dated had no manners.

“Why do you ask?” I tried to ask nonchalantly as we rode down to the lobby.

“I guess no one can find him,” he shrugged. “I said he was probably balls deep in a pussy somewhere. It’s not like he has disappeared before, sometimes days at time even. This time it was only a few hours. They are waiting for him at rehearsal.”

Bile rose in my throat at the thought of him fucking someone else, but Drew was probably right. “Yeah, he’s probably too busy getting laid. This is Vegas after all.”

“Right,” Drew nodded. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me near. “I’m glad you realized what a jerk he is before he hurt you.”

“Me too.”

We made small talk on our walk to the restaurant and I was surprised when he took my hand. I was annoyed at first, but then appreciated the small gesture. This guy really liked me and I was going to make an effort with him. I was over falling for guys that treated me like dirt.

We were seated right away at the restaurant and the server had just brought the wine Drew had ordered for us.

He lifted his glass and smiled at me. “I want to propose a toast to us, Lindsey.”

I picked up my glass and clinked it against his. “To us.” I plastered a smile on my face before taking a drink, downing the whole glass. I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the whole situation and maybe the wine would calm my nerves some.

Drew’s phone rang again and he set his glass down with a scowl. “After this call, I’m turning this damn thing off for the rest of the night.”

“Drew,” he answered the phone curtly.

I looked over the menu, but couldn’t help noticing the look of concern that spread across his face as the person on the other line talked. They were talking loud enough that I could hear them, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Are you sure it’s him?” He asked, glancing over at me. He was silent while the other person talked. I was filled with dread; I had no idea what happened, but by his reaction, I knew it wasn’t good. “I’ll be right there.”

He hung up the phone and tried to wave our waiter over.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, my heart pounding. Did this have something to do with Cane? Had someone found him?

He threw some cash on the table and stood up. “There’s been an accident and I have to get to the hospital. I’ll call you later.”

I stood up as he started to leave and grabbed his arm. “Drew, what happened?”

“I’m not sure, but I have to go.” He ran his hands through his short hair anxiously.

“Is it Cane?” I said, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He opened his mouth to speak and closed it. He walked back to me and took my hand. “Yes, he’s been in a motorcycle accident.”

“Oh my God,” I said, lifting a hand to cover my mouth. “Is he ok?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I have to go.” He let go of my hand and began to walk out of the restaurant.

“I’m coming with you,” I said, following behind him. He was walking so fast I almost had to run to keep up with him. We got outside of the restaurant and thankfully there was an empty cab there.

We slid inside and Drew gave the driver the name of the hospital Cane was at. I chewed on the side of my mouth nervously, my mind filled with a million questions I was too scared to find out the answer too. It seemed like we were hitting every red light and got behind the slowest people. I clenched my hands in my lap. I wasn’t religious anymore, but my parents had us in church every Sunday when I was growing up, so I said a quick prayer to the man upstairs for Cane to be ok.