Page 9 of What Happens In Vegas
Chapter 4
After an afternoon of shopping (and some napping – stupid jet lag!), Bonni stood under the flattering lights in the envy-inducing bathroom off her private bedroom. The girls insisted she have the master bedroom with the king-sized bed and en suite bathroom, since this was all her doing. They didn’t have to pressure her too hard, but it did make her feel a tad uncomfortable.
Showeredand standing in her bra and panties, both bought today, Bonni was pleasantly pleased at her reflection. Being on the job meant daily gym visits, tough workouts and a body that was fit and lean. She nodded, glad the hard work had paid off.
But her hair!
‘Fuck, what a mess.’
She made a face and scrubbed her fingers through her disheveled locks, newly trimmed just that afternoon to hang just toher shoulders, her bangs skimming her brows. She had product that would at least calm the strands. Digging through her bag, she squirted some cinnamon-scented oil into her palm and rubbed it through the dampness. She left it to dry naturallyand shook her head a bit to encourage the straight locks to fluff up.
Bonni rummaged through her little makeup bag, hoping everything was still usable andhadn’t dried up. To her satisfaction, she managed to apply eye makeup and not look like a raccoon.
‘Not bad,’ she told her reflection in the mirror. ‘Oh, where did I put that lipstick?’ She’d taken the saleswoman’s advice and bought a new deep-red lipstick that complemented the dress she had treated herself to.
She leaned toward the mirror and carefully applied the guaranteed-twenty-four-hourcolor.
Done, she stepped back and scrutinized herself. The slinky little black dress the girls had talked her into looked pretty damn good. She’d spent a small fortune on it and some shoes – another uncharacteristic impulse, but, hey, you only live once, right? And tonight was a celebration. They’d already had a scrumptious late lunch, and now it was time to live it up. She swung her hips andliked how the beaded, flared skirt swung at mid-thigh.
‘When you’re sexy and you know it,’ Bonni crooned softly, then placed her palms on her cheeks when they heated up. She was feeling a little silly and, you know what? She was liking the silly.
She pointed her foot and checked out her shoes. The heels were ridiculously high, but she loved them. They matched the dress perfectly. Being a copdidn’t lend itself to many occasions where she could strut her stuff. Maybe she’d have to add a few pairs of heels to the scads of sneakers, boots and work shoes she already owned.
‘I can chase down a runner, I’m going to make sure I don’t fall off these heels.’ Bonni paced a little in the bathroom, herheels making a satisfying clicking sound, and she only wobbled once.
Grabbing the littlesparkly clutch (yet another impulse buy), she shoved in a few items she might need and slid the delicate beaded chain over her shoulder. Now to face her biggest critics.
‘Time to get this show on the road,’ she told her reflection.
Bonni took a deep breath and pulled the door open.
The girls were laughing and carrying on in the other room. There was a pop, followed by more laughter.
‘Quickly,pour it, don’t spill a drop!’ she heard Celia say in the living room.
‘What are you guys up to in here?’ Bonni asked, as she entered the central living area. She caught her breath at the spectacular sunset she could see through the windows.
‘Champagne!’ Celia crowed.
‘Holy shit. What happened to you?’ Fredi blurted out.
‘What’s the matter?’ Bonni asked. ‘Is something wrong? You guys said itlooked good in the store.’ She glanced down at her dress.
‘No, no,’ Fredi assured her. ‘You look fabulous. It’s just I’ve never seen you so wonderfully dressed up before. I think I may have to make you model some of my wedding dresses.’
Bonni tipped her head to the side and stuck a hand on her hip. ‘Seriously? Me, a model for wedding dresses? When the possibility of me getting married is asremote as—’
‘You winning a hundred grand in Las Vegas?’ Ava quipped, and Bonni shot her a look. Ava blew her a kiss.
‘I highly doubt there’s a wedding in my future. My job isn’t the best for raising a family or having a significant other. Plus, I’m far too independent and complicated.’
‘True, dat,’ Fredi said, and then ducked when Bonni reached out to swat her.
‘Neversay never,’ Ava argued.
‘Celia! Back me up here!’ Bonni was looking for someone to take her side.
Celia had been uncharacteristically quiet up until now. ‘Look,’ she said, ‘No one’s saying you’re going to get married tonight—’
