“All good things, I hope.” Valerie offered a crooked smile in return but the nervousness she felt flutter within her stomach could rival the way her heart did the same. Without thought she leaned into his touch. Turned just enough to brush a kiss to his palm yet kept her eyes on him. Brian’s next words sent a shiver straight through the blonde. Oh, now that couldn’t be fair, surely. Green eyes searched his as much as they could in the darkened club, and she leaned in to find his ear. “Tell me which fantasy your mind is stuck on the most right now.”

It wasn’t a question, not quite a demand, but she nipped at his ear lobe as if to punctuate it before pulling back to gaze at him. Valerie wanted to know everything, but she’d settle for being told one tonight. The one that spoke the loudest to him. These things were important, he was important, and she wanted to make that clear. Possibly in a naughty kind of way, depending on what he said. Sex and all it had to offer in between was something she could explore with him, and that? Was rather exciting for her to realise.

Okay, so maybe she’d continued to think about such things involving Brian when they had parted ways but now that they weren’t separate the opportunities became real again. Tangible even. And to know that he had been thinking of her in the same way? Cold showers can’t help me now. “I’ve heard that the best part of fighting is making up after it. We should test that theory. Just not…” Valerie looked around then, frowning at the club as if it were suddenly an inconvenience, “Uhm, well, here.” she said with a bit of a laugh.

Then an idea struck and her eyes widened briefly. “We’re in Vegas.” She announced, as if she only just realised that. “There are hotels everywhere.” And for once, she could walk into any of them and afford whatever room she wanted. “Ooo…” Valerie’s mind went to tangled sheets and strawberries. Room Service.