Page 32 of Infatuation

Sarah clutches me like her life depends on it and the two of us jump up and down, screaming, for a solid minute. When we finally unravel our bodies, I enter the spacious suite, instantly in awe.

“Wow,” I say, marveling at the splendor of our surroundings. Wall-to-wall marble floors. Sleek leather and glass furniture. Light fixtures that look like works of art. And, thecoup de grace, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking The Strip.

“Wow, Jonas,” I say. “You really knocked yourself out. I bet, like, rock stars and Prince Harry stay in this place, especially with that private elevator to get up here. It’s amazing.”

Jonas is standing by the fully stocked bar, looking hella hot in his jeans and tight T-shirt, if I do say so. “I wanted to show my precious baby an extra good time,” Jonas says, “seeing as how this is her first trip to Sin City.”

My precious baby? I glance at Sarah and she’s positively giddy. Is it possible the manwhore has changed his manwhoring ways at the magic touch of the right woman? I’ve read about that mythical phenomenon in fairytales, but I’ve never seen it happen in real life—or, at least, it’s never happened to me.

“Oh, Jonas,” Sarah coos, blushing. “You’re so sweet.”

Jonas’ face bursts with immediate color. Aw, he’s absolutely adorable right now. I just wanna pinch his cheeks. I can plainly see why Sarah’s so smitten with him—this boy’s a puppy!—I don’t know why I didn’t see it before.

“Thank you for paying for my flight, Jonas,” I say, smiling. “And my room.”

“You’re welcome. You got checked in okay?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Sarah flashes an adorable smile at Jonas and he returns it.

Oh good lord, these two are smitten. “Did you see this view?” I say, grabbing Sarah’s hand and pulling her to the floor-to-ceiling windows at the far end of the room. “Just wait ’til you see The Strip at night. The lights are gonna blow you away.” I sigh. “God, I love Vegas.”

“I’ve seen The Strip in movies,” Sarah says, “but I bet it’s really cool in person.”

I glance at the bar and spy a bottle of my favorite champagne chilling on ice. “Oh, champagne!” I squeal. This day just keeps getting better and better.

“I’ll get you a glass,” Jonas says, moving gracefully toward the bar.

There’s a loud knock at the door to the suite. “Open up, you beast!”

Oh my God. Every hair on my body stands on end.He’s here.Shit. I wish I’d checked my makeup before heading up to Jonas and Sarah’s room. Gah. “Do I look okay?” I whisper to Sarah. I bare my teeth. “Do I have anything in my teeth?”

Sarah grins broadly. “You look perfect,” she says. “He’ll be putty in your hands.”

Jonas opens the door and there he is, the Playboy himself, dressed in a designer suit perfectly tailored to his muscled frame, standing next to a much smaller, kind of nerdy-looking guy in a V-neck T-shirt and goatee.

Holy shitballs. My chest constricts at the sight of Josh’s utter deliciousness.

Was he always this hot?

I’ve ogled countless photos of Josh on the Internet since I first met him at Jonas’ house two weeks ago, but absolutely no two-dimensional simulation of the man comes even close to capturing his magnetism. He’s oozing raw masculinity, even in that expensive suit. In fact, the sophistication of his clothes somehow emphasizes the brute swagger hiding underneath the fabric. Oh my fucking God. This man is sex on a designer stick.

“You ready?” Sarah whispers.

I nod. “Let’s do it.”

She grabs my hand and we bounce happily over to the guys.

Oh shit, I’m trembling. What the hell’s gotten into me? I never act this way. I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Hey, Party Girl with a Hyphen,” Josh says, his eyes sparkling wickedly.

“Well, hey yourself, Playboy,” I say, sounding remarkably collected, I must say. “It’s a crazy, fucked up world when a Playboy and a Party Girl cross paths inVegas, huh?” He bursts out laughing and I join him. “It’s good to see you again,” I say. Wow, I sound like I hardly give a shit. Sometimes I amaze even myself.

Josh wraps me in a huge hug and kisses me on both cheeks and I practically melt into his strong arms. Oh my God, his cologne is divine. Was he wearing that cologne the first night I met him? It’s deadly.

I kiss him softly on the cheek and the sensation of his skin under my lips makes my skin sizzle and pop.

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