Page 35 of What Happens In Vegas
‘Time to escape.’ Bonni leaned closer to Quinn and whispered, ‘Quickly.’
A smile curved his lips. He chuckled, and she figured he understood her haste toleave. She’d deal with the condom situation later.
‘We’re off.’ Quinn wasted no time in leading her out of the bar. He put his arm around her shoulders. ‘Now I’ve got you all to myself.’
‘Finally. What do you have in mind?’ Bonni snuggled in to him and slipped her arm around his waist.
‘Did you eat?’ Quinn asked.
Bonni nodded. ‘We ate before the show. But if you didn’t eat, I’m happy to keepyou company.’
Hestopped and turned her to face him. Bonni looked up into his deep blue eyes. His touch, look and presence certainly did a number on her. She held her breath, waiting.
‘Or we could get room service,’ he said, in a low, husky tone.
Bonni’s heart beat double time at all the possibilities that could lead to. She didn’t have to give it any consideration at all. ‘I like it.’
‘Good.I think it’s an excellent idea too.’ Quinn reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers, gently tugging her closer. ‘Shall we?’
Bonni nodded, ready for whatever the night would bring.
