9
AYLEE
It was Saturday night and the Bellagio was packed. The strip really came alive at night. Vegas was indeed the city that never slept. Putting his hand on my waist and sliding it down, Jason leaned toward my ear. “Do you want to play tonight?” he asked, squeezing one of my butt cheeks in his palm.
I shook my head and smiled, speaking through clenched teeth. “After I break your hand, I might.”
Laughing, he moved his hand away. “Just keeping you on your toes, firecracker.”
“More like setting yourself up for harassment charges. I think I’m just going to follow you around. If we do find who we’re looking for, I need to look like arm candy—not a woman who could obviously dominate you.”
He held out his arm. “Let’s go then, before you turn me on any further.”
Rolling my eyes, I took
