we make our way through the shops, the casino, and the hotel lobby, all the men and half the women we pass turns their heads to stare at my wife. I slide my hand down to grab her ass and keep it there, even when she jerks a little in surprise.
She’s mine. And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.
Brooklyn
Chapter 12
So much for the hotel room sex I was hinting at.
Luka gets a work call as soon as we step into the hotel suite, and he flashes me an apologetic look before stepping out onto the balcony to take it. Even though our accommodations are luxurious, I have no time to appreciate them. I need every available minute to get myself ready for the showdown with Monica. The time for playing nice is over.
Peeling off my dress, I step into the shower and start scrubbing sweat and recycled airplane air from my skin, letting the conditioner soak into my frazzled hair while I shave.
I can’t get over the look on Luka’s face when I showed up. He was clearly shocked, but it didn’t escape me the way his eyes lit up, how his huge smile had been one-hundred percent genuine. And oh, was it satisfying to watch Monica’s little sex kitten act drop like a bomb when she saw me. Luckily, I was just in time to overhear her asking him to take her out tonight, giving me the perfect opportunity to cut in.
It wasn’t until Luka mentioned the restaurant that I even realized what the plans I’d just crashed actually were. I’m glad it didn’t turn out to be a strip club. I wouldn’t put it past Monica.
Taking my time to rinse off, I hold out hope that Luka might notice I left the door cracked and jump in with me for a little pre-dinner hanky-panky, but he doesn’t. Well, no matter. There’ll be plenty of chances for that later.
The vanity lights around the mirror are exactly what I need to get glammed up properly, so I wrap myself in a fluffy hotel robe, blow-dry my hair with my pricy Rossano Ferretti volumizer and a round brush to make it extra vavoom, and then lay out my cosmetics.
I hadn’t been totally sure it was a good idea to fly out here. At the same time, with all the social media speculation, I felt like I had to come to Vegas and see what was going on for myself. Feel him out, try to glean whether or not he’s actually sleeping with Monica (or intending to). His behavior toward her should tell me everything I need to know about our marriage, and whether he’s truly invested in working things out between us. Of course, it doesn’t help matters that Monica is such a shameless flirt, and makes no secret of the fact that she wants to get him into bed.
Which is exactly why I’m going to show her just who Luka belongs to tonight.
Hair done, face freshly made up, I go to the sliding door and stand there with my robe strategically falling open. Luka’s still out on the balcony, facing the distant view of the brown-gold desert. I tap on the glass and when he turns around he does a double take and ends the call, his eyes glued to the exposed column of skin between the lapels of my robe.
Ah. Now that’s better.
“That was quite the phone call,” I tell him as he steps inside.
He shrugs. “Monica had a slight tumble during the shoot today. That was the insurance company making sure we don’t need to file an injury claim.”
Too bad she didn’t fall on her head. “She looked fine to me,” I offer.
“She is fine,” he says.
He trails one finger down my chest, drawing a line between my breasts and then down to my navel. My skin lights up at his touch. I watch him, aching for more. But before he can dip down between my legs, he brushes a quick kiss against my lips and heads to the bedroom. Was that an invitation or a dismissal?
I follow him because I need to get dressed. On my way in, I let the robe slip down my shoulders, so my breasts are bared for him. He turns, his eyes going dark as he takes me in.
“I would love nothing more,” he says, “than to ravish you on that king size bed right now, order up room service, and feed you strawberries and Chantilly cream while I eat