Page 35 of Tequila & Lace
“Are you scared of them?” I chuckled.
“I’m deathly afraid of them.”
“Aw, gorgeous, you have me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“You can’t save me from falling to my death.”
I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes as we stopped at a red light. “We’re not going to fall to our death. Trust me.”
“I trust you. It’s whatever’s in the sky I don’t trust. Which is…?”
“The world’s largest observation wheel.”
“The Ferris wheel on the strip?”
“It’s not a Ferris wheel.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Each pod’s enclosed and can hold up to forty people. Worse case, you can go to the middle and not look down.”
“I don’t know about this, Paul.”
I squeezed her hand. “We’re going to dinner at The LINQ first. You have time to prepare. If you really don’t want to do it when we get there, you don’t have to. But I promise it’s not that bad. Plus it’s the best view of Vegas, especially at night.”
She groaned and turned her head to look at the window and I smiled. She was going to go up on the High Roller even if I had to carry her. I could have taken Andi to any number of nice restaurants on the strip, but we were wined and dined all the time, so I wanted to take her somewhere casual. I wanted to show her Vegas and not have to drive out of town to see the view.
After valet parking, I grabbed Andi’s hand and led her through the casino to the restaurant where we were going to eat. I was starting to get used to having her hand in mine. It felt like a natural thing for us to be doing. Maybe it was because the casino was crowded and it was easier for her to follow me. I didn’t care. I loved the feel of her skin, and if I needed to enforce a death grip, I would.
A few minutes into our walk through the casino, Andi turned her head to me. “First you told me to dress up and then you changed your mind and you told me to dress casual.” It was as if she’d just remembered I said we were going to dinner and not only to The High Roller.
I smiled. “I know.”
“Where are we going to eat then?”
“Why do you always ask so many questions?” We stepped around a group of rowdy drunks trying to decide where to go or something.
“I always know the plan before I do things.”
“Even on personal dates?” She nodded and I stared at her for a beat, trying not to run into people as we walked and then I glanced up. “We’re here.”
“Guy Fieri’s restaurant?”
“Do you watch theFood Network?”
“Sometimes.” She licked her lips and I groaned.
“Hungry?”
“Starving.”
We waited twenty minutes at Guy Fieri’s Vegas Kitchen & Bar to be seated in the rustic bar type restaurant. I chose the place because the High Roller was only about a five minute walk outside the doors. Once we left, Andi could look at the wheel and make her final decision. It was 550 feet tall and took thirty minutes to make a full turn. I knew I could talk her into doing it for thirty minutes, even if I had to wrap her in my arms the entire time.
“Do you always order a margarita?” I asked her after the waiter left from taking our order.
“I’m not much of a drinker, but you can get a lot of different flavors with margaritas and tequila. How about you, what’s your poison? I see you ordered tequila, too.”
“That’s true. I’ve always been a tequila man myself, especially when I can lick it off ofyou.” I smirked.
She laughed, placing her hand over her stomach. “Wow… okay. How often do you use that line?”
The waiter came back and placed our drinks down. “I’ve never used the line on someone before. Body shots just happen.” I winked at her before I took a sip of my tequila and coke.
