The Right Kind of Love(57)

“You ready?” I gave us both one last look. We looked freaking awesome.

“Yep, let’s do this.”

We walked out of my bedroom and headed for the kitchen. I pulled out my phone and called the cab company.

Damien came swaggering down the hall and my mouth dropped open. He looked sexy as sin. He was wearing low-slung jeans that were faded on the thigh and a black button up collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He finished the look with a pair of black motorcycle boots.

He looked lickable.

I felt the saliva pool in my mouth and my stomach did a deep belly flop.

A very delicious flip.

His hair was done just like I liked it. All messy like he just ran his fingers through it and left it that way.

And my palms itched to reach out and run my own hands through it.

He walked up to me. “You like what you see?”

“You look freakin’ hot, Damien.” Did I just say that to him?

Oh. My. God.

“Touché, Sydney, touché.” He gave me a wink.

And my mouth dropped open on that note.

Bee leaned into me and whispered, “Quit drooling. We need to go wait for the cab.”

I came out of my haze at her words. “All right, are you two ready to get this show on the road?”

We were at New York, New York. I was tipsy from all of the free booze I had been drinking, but it didn’t stop me from hitting the spin on the machine I was playing.

Damien and Bee were at a blackjack table, and Shaina and I were sitting at the slots. I had sunk a hundred dollars into the machine, but I could feel it—it was going to hit.

“Girl, you are working that machine hard.”

“I know, Shaina.” The wheels spun, and then all of a sudden, I hit the jackpot. My machine started going crazy with a win. I looked up at the top of the machine to see what I had one and my eyes widened.

“Oh, my God.”

Shaina stopped playing and looked over at my machine. “Holy shit!”

“Holy shit is right. I just hit for fifteen thousand dollars!” I looked up and the light was going off on the machine.

An attendant walked over to us. He congratulated me, and then told me to hit cash out to retrieve my ticket. He said payment was made with the cashier.

“Okay, I read somewhere that sometimes you can hit twice on the same machine right in a row. I’m going to give it another spin again and see what happens.”

“Go for it, girl”

I hit the spin button and couldn’t believe my eyes. I had hit again for the same amount. “Holy fucking shit. I just won thirty-thousand dollars, Shaina. I have to go tell Bee and Damien. They aren’t going to believe me. This is so freakin’ cool!” I got up from my chair and headed for the tables with Shaina at my side, but not before stopping at the cashier’s stand to exchange my tickets.

Bounding up to the blackjack table, I had a ginormous smile on my face and the winnings in the form of a cashier’s check in my purse. There was no way anyone was going to mess with this girl tonight. I had just won a shit ton of money, and I had my friends surrounding me.

“Oh, hell. Why are you smiling like that, Sydney?” Damien asked as he gave me a panty dropping smile back.

Shaina nudged me. “Girl, you better tell them or I’m going to bust. This is too good to keep a secret.”

I threw my hands up in the air. “I won!”

Bee spun around in her bar stool. “Oh, I’ve seen that look before. This has got to be good. Spill.”

“Well.” I bit my lip. I didn’t want to announce it in front of all of these people. I wouldn’t want to risk someone robbing me. They did give me a cashier’s check but still. “Well, I won thirty-thousand dollars. I hit the jackpot—twice.” I squealed and raised myself up on my tip toes. I was elated.

“Shut the front door!” Bee shouted.

“She’s totally serious. I was sitting right next to her. She’s hot tonight.” Shaina chimed in.

Damien cashed out his chips, and then came over to me. He grabbed me around the waist, and then picked me up and spun me around. Our foreheads were touching and we were both smiling like fools looking at one another. “Sweets, that is fantastic. I’m so happy for you!” He gave me one last spin and then set me down. “Maybe we can get a three-bedroom place now or even rent a house or something. Even though we have a spacious place, I feel like we could use the extra room for storage and other goods. I know I could come up with the extra, and well, there is certainly no doubt in my mind that you can, too. This is fucking fantastic.”

“We totally should, Damien. I think we should get a house so that Zeus has a backyard.” Was I just agreeing to move to another place with him? The man I thought was a complete pig. But he wasn’t much of a pig anymore. He’d proven to be a good, loyal friend.