why she was there had intrigued him. “Are you here on vacation, or are you an actual resident of Las Vegas?”
“I’m here on vacation, staying in this hotel. I’m meeting up with my sisters in the morning. Tonight...” She smiled and looked down at her hands, only for a moment, as if embarrassed. She looked back up into the swirling, ever-changing eyes of the man sitting so close it was difficult to focus at times. “Tonight is just for me.” Spring couldn’t help the warm feeling that crossed her face at the last statement.
Tonight was definitely just for her. Although she had just participated in extreme over-share, she felt compelled to tell him. She was grateful that her sisters wouldn’t arrive until the morning. Spring was not in the mood for any judgmental comments tonight. She was mature and sober enough to decide if she wanted to have a one-night stand with one of the sexiest men she had ever laid her eyes on. And she didn’t even know his name.
Turning his hand over, palm up, Bo reached across for hers. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his. As if he had read her mind, he said, “My name is…”
Tossing her free hand up, Spring halted his words before he could get any further. “No real names, please. Just one night of no expectations, no obligations, and no regrets. We won’t see each other after tonight, so the formalities aren’t quite necessary. Is that okay with you?”
Looking down to what had attracted his attention, Bo could see that she talked a good game, but the shaking hand grasping his told another story. She was nervous, but he wouldn’t give her a fake name even if she gave him one. Looking back into her eyes, he saw the flash of nervousness, but her arousal outweighed everything else. She wasn’t trying to hide it.
He introduced himself once again. “My name is Bo. No last names either, okay?” Although he acquiesced to her request, it was the one time Bo wanted to know a woman’s name, truly learn about her, and she was afraid to do so. She was correct. It would only be one night, right? They were in Las Vegas. Where could this really lead?
Spring seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He was in agreement with her about the names. Although her real name sounded made up, she wouldn’t give him a fake name. It wouldn’t matter anyway. They wouldn’t see each other again after tonight.
“My name is Spring.” She smiled back at him. Her nervous tension eased as he turned her hand over in his, palm side up. Her nipples tingled when he caressed the inside of her wrist with his thumb.
“Well, Spring, no last name, it seems that since we happen to be in the Three Wishes Casino , how about you and I play a game?” His eyes twinkled with a naughty hidden agenda.
Spring was intrigued. He had effectively gotten her attention. She quirked an eyebrow before she spoke. “What type of game did you have in mind?” When did her voice become playful, sultry, and sexy? Was it illegal for a woman’s body to become this hot and bothered by a man she had just met?
Bo was baffled by her. Her willingness to play along; trusting him. He would embrace this moment. There was no way in hell he would let the perfect idea pass him by. “Okay, since you’re game, how about we play a game of three wishes. I grant three for you, and you grant three for me.” The look on her face, her eyes wide as saucers, caused him to chuckle and put one hand up. “Before your mind wanders to places unknown, let me explain.
“You’ve already stated that tonight is just for you, correct?” He waited for her to acknowledge him before he continued. “I think you are beautiful and would like to continue spending time with you if that is okay.” She once again nodded in agreement. “Great.” He smiled. “We continue to let this night guide our way. And why not, we’re in Las Vegas. So, sometime during the night we can go back and forth with our three wishes as long as we are comfortable with