Page 24 of What Happens In Vegas
Chapter 10
After Quinn left, Bonni checked her phone for messages and scrolled through the multiple texts from her friends in their group text.
Ava xo:I hope you had a sexy night.
Ceez:I hope u can barely walk! #rodehard
Fredi:This isn’t Twitter, why do you insist on hashtagging texts?
Ceez:Bc Im awesome! #youwishyouwereme
Ceez:I see you rolling your eyes at me! #justjealous
Ava xo:You guys, stop! You might wake them up. Let’s go get breakfast.
Ceez:Yaasss! Mimosas! #theluxelife
Fredi:Why are we texting when we are in the same room? This suite’s not that big.
Ava xo:So B will feel included when she wakes up and know where we are!
Ceez:Fredi, no one forced you finish that bottle of Jack. #hangovergrumpy
Fredi:STOPHASHTAGGING.
Ceez:#no
Ava xo:Okay, so Bonni, we’regoing down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. If you don’t text us by 11 am, we’ll unleash Fredi (she’s SO cranky) on the front desk to get Quinn’s room number and come rescue you!
Fredi:You know I can read that, right?
Laughing at her friends’ antics, Bonni quickly texted back,Still alive! Gonna run to rm for quick shower + change of clothes. Will meet u downstairs.
Bonni just had aquick elevator ride to the girls’ suite, so she slipped into her dress and heels, scooped up her stuff, and headed toward the door. As she walked past the room’s mirror, she paused to look at herself. She was different. A perma-smile seemed stuck to her face – she’d have to be careful she wasn’t a smiling fool with the girls. Otherwise, she’d never hear the end of it
‘I suppose that’s what anight of good sex does to you,’ Bonni told the empty room.
On her way to her suite she reflected on her night with Quinn, ignoring her friends’ increasingly demanding texts for details. There was obviously so much more to get to know about Quinn. He was a professional gambler. She’d really have to give that some consideration.Did he have a gambling problem?Bonni had no patience for any kindof addiction. Gambling, alcohol, drugs – it didn’t matter. She shook her head. She had her reasons, having been exposed to the harsh reality of addiction. No way would she ever get involved with someone she’d have to babysit.
‘Stop, girl. This is just a little fling. A holiday tryst while here in Vegas. Nothing more.’ She let herself in to the suite and got ready to start the day, which wouldbegin with her friends’ inquisition. Another quick elevator trip downstairs, and Bonnisoon saw her friends all sitting at a table next to the railing of a café on the other side of the lobby. Weaving her way through the early-morning gamblers, she slid into the empty seat and held up a hand before they could start slinging questions at her. ‘Give a girl a chance to settle down, huh? And I needa coffee. Now.’
Celia jumped up and waved for the waitress. ‘Coffee, please, stat!’ She sat back down and dropped her chin into her hand. ‘We’re dying to hear all about it.’
The waitress poured her a large coffee and Bonni watched the liquid gold flow into the mug, desperately needing a taste. She added a generous amount of cream and drew the cup between her palms, the heat warming her, as shefelt suddenly chilled in the air-conditioned restaurant.
‘A girl doesn’t kiss and tell, you know,’ she said, and took a big gulp.
Celia shook her head. ‘Nope, that’s a guy’s line. We’re your friends and you have to spill. Is he hung?’
‘Celia, oh my God! You can’t ask her that!’
‘Shut up, Ava, you know you want to know too!’
Bonni picked up the menu and looked at the meal choices. ‘Did youguys order already? Are you getting breakfast or lunch?’
Celia yanked the menu out of Bonni’s hands, nearly giving her friction burns. ‘Bon-Bon, I have two kids under ten and, for the next decade, my chances of a non-self-induced orgasm are pitiful. If you don’t start talking, I won’t be responsible for my actions.’
Ava leaned forward. ‘At least tell us if he treated you right. Did you, y’know,enjoyyourself?’
