The Billionaire's Unlikely Bride(Book 1)(4)

"Elle's great with kids, really great." Brittany tells Peter who doesn't really know how to respond.



"Do you want kids then Elle?" Olivia asks me and she seems very interested.



"Yes, yes, I do."



"Best to stick to men that want that too eh Elle." Olivia talks to me in coded words.



"Peter, don't you want kids?" Brittany looks at him in dismay, seeing her matchmaking plans go up in smoke.



"One day, yes. Got to carry on the name you know."



"Oh, phew." Brittany looks at me with a grin and a wink as if to say  crisis averted. I smile back at her weakly as I feel my gaze go to  Elliott. He is staring at me intently and I blush. I wonder what he's  thinking. I think back to that night when he had caressed my body on the  dance floor and my body flushes with heat.



"Sorry what," I'm broken out of my reverie by Peter tapping me on the shoulder.

"I said would you like to go to Vegas next weekend?"



"Let's do it Elle." Brittany jumps on the bandwagon. "Mark will be back by then, we canal go."



"Oh, I don't know." I pause, I'm not sure how to tell them that I really  don't have the money to pay for a trip; I don't want any of them to  offer to pay.



"Come on Elle." Brittany pleads with me as Peter gazes at me almost adoringly.



"Well, I … "



"I know. Why don't we all go and we can take my private jet." Elliott  speaks up. "I feel like spending some time with my favorite girls." He  grins at Brittany but I feel my body singing at his words. Girls, girls.  He had said girls, not girl. He must think something of me.



"Ooh daddy, that would be great. Thank you." Brittany ran over to him  and gave him a hug. I wanted to do the same but resisted the urge. I was  scared that I would try and kiss him as well.



"That sounds fantastic, thanks Elliott. It's been so long since I have  been to Vegas." Olivia talks and my heart sinks. I should have realized  she would try and come as well.                       
       
           



       



"No problem Liv." Elliott talks to her but smiles at me. I grin back at  him and laugh along with Brittany as she tells him that she hopes he  doesn't ruin our partying plans.



"I'll take care of the rooms though Mr. Rosewood. It's the least I can  do." Peter speaks up obviously somewhat upset that a romantic trip he  was planning for the both of us had turned into some sort of  quasi-family vacation.



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The following week had Brittany and I going over all the items in our closet for the upcoming weekend.



"2 bikini's, shorts, tank tops and dresses. That's all we should be  packing Elle." Brittany said as she looked at the jeans and pajamas on  my bed.



"I need PJ's Brit."



"No way Elle. There is no way you are wearing those ugly unsexy pj's."



"What shall I wear then?"



"Sleep naked." She grins at me.



"Hell no." I glare at her. There was no way I was sleeping naked with Peter.



"Okay, then sleep in underwear: a thong and a tank top."



"I don't think so."



"Come on Elle, you will be the only one not getting any this weekend. Don't be a prude."



"What, what do you mean?" I look at her. "What about your dad?"



"Oh, I'm sure he and that evil Olivia are knocking boots."



My heart sinks, "Really?"



"Well, I don't know for sure, but she has been after my dad for years. She has scared off any woman he even looks at."



"Oh?"



"Well, he hasn't dated in years and she is the only one who keeps showing up. I'm sure she is scaring them all away."



"Oh, okay." I put my pajamas and jeans back in my closet and pack a  couple of thongs and tank tops to sleep in. What was the point of saving  myself if the man of my dreams was out of bounds? "Would you be upset  if they started dating?" I question Brittany.



"Oh, yea. I hate her. I don't think she can make my dad happy and a selfish part of me likes it being just me and him you know."



"But what about if you get married?"



"I'll still be a daddy's girl. I mean I don't mind if he dates, I'd just  rather nothing serious and certainly no gold-digger trying to marry him  and get his money you know."



"Yeah, I can see why that would be a worry."



"Let's finish packing. The limo will be here to take us to the airport soon."





Chapter 4

Vegas was fantastic. Lots of lights, lots of gambling and lots of food.  For some reason our rooms weren't ready when we got there so we had to  store our bags at the front desk until we got back from walking along  the strip.



"Okay guys, I have the keys." Peter walks up to us and grins, He hands one to Brittany and Mark and then one to his mom.



"Aren't you forgetting something Peter?" Elliott frowns at him.



"What?" Peter looks at him curiously.



"Two more keys? One for me and one for Elle?"



"Huh?" Peter looks confused and annoyed. "I didn't think you guys needed keys."



"Well, how will we get into our rooms?"



"Rooms," Peter repeats still confused.



"Where do you expect us to sleep Peter?" Elliott looks at him as if he were a dumb 1st grader.



"Uh, with Mom and me of course." Peter doesn't get it.



"I'm afraid I am not going to allow you to pressure Elle into sharing a  room with you Peter. That is not acceptable. Brittany and Mark have been  dating for close to a year and I am barely okay with them sharing a  room but you and Elle are not even a couple yet."



"Why don't we let Elle decide Elliott, she seems like a big girl."  Olivia's eyes are shooting daggers at me. I decide that I am not going  to let her get her way.



"Actually, I'd rather we not share a room Peter. Elliott is right, we  barely know each other." Take that Olivia. Both Peter and Brittany look  at me in disappointment. Both of them had been hoping I would be getting  laid tonight.



"Well, there are no more rooms left." Peter looks triumphant.



"Well then, you and your mom will share a room and I will share with  Elle." Elliott grabs the key from Peter's hand and picks up our bags.  "Let's go check out our rooms folks."



I follow behind him, secretly excited but agree with Brittany that her dad can be so overprotective sometimes.



"I'm sorry Elle. Try and get a good nights sleep and we will work  something else out for tomorrow okay." Brittany gives me a hug and runs  off to catch up with Mark who was anxious for them to get to the  bedroom.                       
       
           



       



I see Olivia glaring at me and Peter looking at me miserably and I  quickly follow Elliott into the room. "Night guys," I shout back to them  quickly.



"Wait a second Elle," Peter quickly grabs me. "Come to my room tonight.  I'm going to try and get my mom a suite." I look at him and nod, not  wanting to tell him no in fear that he would cause a scene.



"Good night Elle," Olivia smiles at me sweetly as her son is watching.  As soon as he turns away she says, "Don't even think about trying to  sleep with Peter tonight."



I gape at her confused. Had she really warned me away from him?



"Maybe Elliott can read you a bedtime story to make you fall asleep  before he comes to spend the night with me." She turns away quickly at  that point as Peter is walking but up to us. But I feel my insides quake  with jealousy.



I walk into the room quickly and close the door. I can hear water  running in the bathroom and I assume Elliott is taking a shower. I fall  back onto the king-sized bed and sigh. I never thought I would be in  such a complicated situation. It seemed as if I couldn't win with either  of these guys. Peter's mother hated me and I wasn't sure how he really  felt about me asides from sexual attraction and Elliott was Brittany's  dad. He hated looked at me really since he found out who I was and I  couldn't even imagine how she would react if I were to date him. I was  still lying on the bed when Elliott emerged from the bathroom wearing  only a pair of boxer shorts.



I gasped when I saw him. He was so physically fit and attractive. He had  a splattering of hair across his chest that made him even sexier. I  felt weak in the knees just looking at him.



"I hope you don't mind sharing a bed with me tonight Elle?" He asked me in concern.



"No, no I don't," I mumbled back at him, still captivated by his body.



"It's a King so I'm sure we won't be in each others way." He grinned at me.