Page 55 of Irresistible

WYATT

After being slammed all week at work and barely seeing Marlow except in passing, the anticipation has been building about this weekend.

There was one lunch when we had the same schedule, but I was called to see a patient five minutes after we sat down. Still, when she steps off the helicopter and I see her head fall back as she laughs and tries to keep her dress from flying up, I’m not expecting the intensity of my feelings.

That steady undercurrent that keeps the reins on me is there,she’s not yours yeton repeat, but when she sees me, she smiles at me with a shyness I haven’t seen from her in a while. I feel it too.

Maybe it’s just us being far from home.

Maybe it’s Vegas.

I wish all rules could fly out the window, that wholewhat happens in Vegas, stays in Vegascrap that you hear everyone say, but as tempting as it might get while we’re here, I refuse to cross that line.

But damn, that smile. It’s like she’s lit up from the inside out.

We pile into a cushy SUV limo and Sutton appoints himself as bartender. I end up directly across from Marlow and her cheeks flush as her eyes meet mine. Her tongue peeks out to lick her full lips, leaving them glossy.

Fuck me.

I start to sweat.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

When we all have the bubbly in hand, Sutton says, “To Theo and Sofie!”

The ride is over in no time, and Scarlett, Jamison, and Sutton go inside to check us in and are back a few minutes later to hand out the keys.

“Suites for all,” Scarlett says, shimmying her shoulders.

She gives Theo and Sofie their room keys, hands Jamison theirs, and gives Sutton, Callum, and me our own keys, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t even want to know why the three of you can’t stay in a suite together—you could’ve gotten one as big as the girls’ if you needed some space, but whatever. Just make sure you’re at all the planned activities. Without extras,” she adds.

“Yes, ma’am,” Sutton says. “And relax. We’ll keep our prowling on the down-low, right?” He smirks at Callum and me.

“Speak for yourself,” I say.

Sutton shakes my shoulder and laughs, and I realize he took that the opposite way I meant it.

I look at Marlow and her mouth parts. A flicker of something crosses her face, and I wish I could read her mind. If she could read mine, she’d know there’s only one woman I want to be around this weekend, and she’s standing right in front of me.

“A few of our activities are at different times than I’d hoped …due to when they could fit us in, so I hope that’s all right.” Scarlett gives Sofie an apologetic look. “For example, fancy drinks probably would’ve been better second in our lineup, but we’re starting off there. Can everyone meet there in an hour and a half?”

“This is amazing, Scarlett,” Sofie says. “We’re up for anything, right?” She looks around at the rest of us and we agree.

“Remember you said that.” Scarlett grins. “Put on your pretty dresses and ties.” She points at Callum. “That goes for you too.”

He just stares at her but then grins at the last second.

“You’re such a closet softie,” I say under my breath.

He lifts a brow at me, grin gone.

I hold up my hands like I’m backing down but smirk nonetheless. He knows I’m right.

We pile into the elevator together, and I groan inside when Marlow stands in front of me, squeezed in so tight that her back is against my chest. Just as I glance down, she looks at me over her shoulder, laughing nervously, her hazel eyes darkening when she sees how close I am. She bites back her smile and turns around quickly. My dick jerks to life and I try my best to not jab her in the hip with it.

This longing for her just seems to be multiplying by the day…the hour. I have no idea what she feels for me at this point. Our friendship has grown, but we’ve both been so careful to keep things in that lane, that I wonder if we’re going to be stuck there.

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