Danger! Bad Boy(19)

He was trying to backtrack to the time we first got together. Heck, even before that.

Perhaps he simply needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to learn what a relationship based solely on having fun meant.

With him eyeing me with concern, I shrugged as if it didn’t matter either way. “Fine by me. I don’t love you, Caleb, and you don’t love me. We’ll just have . . . . fun.”

What he needed to realize was that love didn’t exclude fun. In fact, I believed it could surpass it. My agreement didn’t seem to make him happy. “Why don’t I like the sound of that?”

I jumped up at the knock on our door and told him over my shoulder, “You should like the sound of it, Caleb. After all, it was your idea.”





CHAPTER FIVE




“You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.”

-Barbara de Angelis



CALEB



Talk about being a sex addict.

After breakfast, I went back to sleep with Gianna, only to have her wake me up soon after by rubbing on a certain part of my anatomy.

I was a victim to her sexual whims!

With relief, I noticed our serious talk earlier hadn’t seemed to phaze her. She must agree with me that getting all intense in a relationship would only ruin it in the end. I knew she’d see things my way if I explained it. Now we could just have fun together. It made for a perfect relationship.

If she hadn’t seen things my way, well, I didn’t know what my next step would’ve been.

The thought of breaking things off with her was painful.

No matter, things were settled.

All guys should have the same talk with their girlfriends. It’d result in more happy couples.

I was living the dream, having a sexfest in a Vegas hotel room with my sexy, funny, cool girlfriend.

After I made Gianna come twice, I followed her. We ended up both taking another shower before getting dressed. Since we were planning on walking up and down the strip, we dressed casually, me in jeans and a t-shirt and her in shorts and a tank top. She put on a pair of jeweled sandals her toes looked adorable peeking out of.

My god, I was turning soft. Not in my pants, never there when it came to Gianna, just in my mind. Thinking a girl’s toes were cute could be a slippery slope. Next thing, I’d be painting them for her.

We walked around for a few hours, seeing the sights, letting Gianna choose where to explore. It was actually pretty boring in Vegas during the day. Unless you were gambling, all there was to do was eat or shop. I wasn’t about to test our fake ids on the casino floor. Instead, we headed over to Circus Circus to play games in the arcade area.

We ate dinner at western-themed hotel restaurant then went back to our room to get ready for clubbing. Gianna looked hot in a silver skirt, black tank top and heels.

We took a taxi to the Hard Rock Hotel. There was a club there called Body English I’d heard good things about.

Holding Gianna’s hand in the back of the taxi, occasionally stealing a kiss, it suddenly hit me that I’d never been this happy. I had the coolest, most gorgeous girlfriend in the world and we had the perfect relationship. We were totally committed to each other, without the hassle of drama caused by complex emotions.

Life was fantastic.

When we got to the club, I decided there was no reason to watch how much I drank. I didn’t have to drive back to the hotel or get up early tomorrow. I’d drunk the occasional beer, but hadn’t been drunk in a long time. I wasn’t planning on getting smashed or anything, but I was in a celebratory mood.

We danced and drank alternately for the first hour there. Then we met a group of college freshman from the University of Nevada, two girls and three guys. They seemed pretty chill and laid back, so we hung with them for the next hour or so, drinking, talking and having a good time. One of the guys, Brooks, was hilarious. I was pretty sure he was high on something, but could care less as long as he was making me laugh. If he offered any of it to Gianna, though, I’d have yanked her away from all of them.

Everything was cool until I noticed one of the other guys, Levi, leaning forward in his seat and giving Gianna flirtatious looks. At one point, the look on his face said how badly he wanted to nail her. Not about to put up with him imagining screwing my girlfriend, but unwilling to ruin the group’s fun by punching him in the face, I settled for sending him killing glares until he backed down.

Satisfied I wouldn’t have to kick the guy’s ass, getting us thrown out of the club, I relaxed back into my seat with my arm around Gianna. Tipsy, she seemed content to lean into my side and laugh about whatever with the girl said sitting next to her.

I’d always thought the best part about going out was meeting new people. You never knew what kind of people you’d encounter. To someone drunk, just about anything was fun. With the lowered inhibitions and guard caused by drinking, you clicked with people in ways you wouldn’t if you were sober. Places like this set the stage. If these people were at the same grocery store as me, we wouldn’t even take notice of each other.