MARION
I tossed my phone onto the leather seat of my SUV, jaw tightening as the city, Las Vegas, blurred past the window. I preferred to come in the morning because the casino is much quieter than at night. The flight is just an hour from LA, and I flew in my own jet.
I hadn’t planned to call her. Hell, that’s not my thing. I've been thinking about her as soon as I jetted off from Los Angeles. The passionate kiss we shared is still lingering in my mind. Those soft pillow lips of hers.
The sound of her voice… low, guarded, like she didn’t know whether to curse me out or moan my name through the phone, f**k. It crawled under my skin and settled there.
The way she demanded to know how I got her number? Cute. Like she didn’t already know I could get anything I wanted if I wanted it bad en
