Along the flight. Liz’s restless nights and adventurous day caught up to her and she closed her eyes. She was awaken by Oscar’s voice. He was relaying instructions to Faith for their trip. “Call the hotel and make sure they’ve arranged for evening attire as well as day outfits. Have them cover all the bases.”
“Dinner reservations? To where? What will be open?” Faith said.
“No need. We’ll be fine tonight. Tomorrow we’ll be dining with Casey, the chef at Camille’s. She knows we’re coming.”
“And during the day?”
“How about a private tour at the Neon Boneyard?”
“Oscar don’t you think Liz might want to go shopping? Or see a casino or two.” Faith swiped her fingertip across the tablet in her hand. “Take her to play baccarat. I’ll book you a private room.”
“She’s not the gambling type.” He covered the screen. “But shopping might not be that bad of an idea.”
“Hold up,” Liz said, announcing to them that she was listening. “Don’t I get a say? Gambling. No. Shopping. Maybe. Neon Boneyard? Explain.”
“Yep. It’s the place where old signs go to die. And billionaires,” Faith said. “I won’t let him take you there. I can book spa appointments at the Bellagio, shopping at Caesars Palace and . . .”
“I’m going with Oscar on this one,” Liz said. “We’ll go to the boneyard. Then find us the cheesiest souvenir shop in town.”
“I won’t do it,” Faith protested, tossing the tablet down on the seat next to her.
Like always, Faith agreed to make any reservations Oscar requested. Upon landing, she escorted them to the limo and sat up front with the driver.
At the Hotel Liz was greeted with the same VIP treatment Oscar was on his previous visit. The private desk clerk assured them all their needs were taken care of upstairs in the penthouse suite. They were given their card keys and an escort to the private access elevator.
Much like his house, the room took Liz’s breath away. “This is your everyday?”
“A billionaire’s apology room. I typically don’t rent the largest suite when I came here alone.” He walked behind Liz with his arms around her waist. Leading her to the patio door overlooking the city lights he was taken back to the garage rooftop. This time, for this view he had Liz and wasn’t letting her go.
“Aren’t they beautiful,” she said about the lights. Her statement warmed his heart.
“It’s so amazing how many there are. If every one represented a person, think of how extraordinary it is that we found each other.” He turned her in his arms and kissed her. Their lips exchanged long lingering caresses. “Do you want to retreat to the bedroom?”
“Could we just sleep together? It’s been a long few days.”
“I’ll stay on the couch. I’m not going to pressure you.”
“No.” She pulled him tighter and wriggled her chest against his. “I want to be with you. I’m just exhausted. We could see what the morning brings.”
Chapter Forty Five
Nestled comfortably in the high thread count sheets and perfectly stuffed mattress, Liz slept in the next morning. When she awoke Oscar was out of bed and in the suite living area with Faith.
Liz wrapped a robe around her silk pajamas the hotel had provided for her and joined them for breakfast. “Good morning. You’re up early.”
Oscar leaned up from his seat for a kiss and Liz leaned down to make the connection. “Have a bite to eat.”
“We had the kitchen send up a little of everything,” Faith said. “And I’ll go to the concierge to arrange today’s schedule.” She let herself out.
Liz scanned the buffet table of food. She chose a bagel with a side of cream cheese to spread over it. “What do you like on your bagel?” She sat next to Oscar and waited for his answer. She was ready to memorize it, so she could order it for him.
“Never eat them. I’m a muffin man.”
“What kind?” she asked, because the product wasn’t important. The details were.
“Apple cinnamon, My Nana made them when I was little. They were the best, and I still haven’t found a comparison anywhere.”
“Speaking of your Nana. I read online that her birthday is tomorrow.”
“You little snooper. Yes it is. That’s partially why we’re in Vegas. I want to get her a special gift before we leave. Something that can only be bought here.”
“Will you take me to the party?”
“If I don’t I’ll never be able to return home again.”
“Good,” Liz twisted her feet up and lowered her head in his lap. “I love you. I love this. Not Vegas or the fancy suite. But sitting with you. Talking about your Nana.”
“I love you too,” Oscar said, caressing the side of her face with the back of his hand. She bucked her chin and he leaned down to kiss her.
She sat up and they were still kissing when Faith let herself back in the room. “Excuse me.” She cleared her throat. “Your ride to the Neon Boneyard museum will be downstairs in a half hour.”
“Thank you, Faith.”
“Liz, did you like the clothes that were selected?” she asked, walking toward the bedroom. “Did they get your foundation color correct?” She nodded her head for Liz to follow.
“Be right back.”
At the vanity, Liz sat and Faith showed her the makeup choices. “I wanted to give you a head’s up about today. Oscar’s planning on taking you to his new restaurant and his head chef is a beautiful woman.”
“I’m not the jealous type.”
“Just doing my job. Taking care of my clients needs.”
“Thank you. Faith what will you be doing today while we’re out?” she asked finishing her makeup and moving on to peruse through the outfits in the closet.
“People watching in the casino. Maybe flirt a little at the bar.”
“Come with us.”
The decision was made. Oscar went along with Liz and the three headed out for a private tour of the Neon Boneyard museum. After learning all they could about the history of Las Vegas signs, the three retreated to the limo with plans to stop at the unopened Camille’s for lunch.
“This is it,” Oscar said as the car pulled up to the parking lot. The outside had improved since his last visit, but the dramatic fountain showpiece was not running. “What the hell is going on with this place?” Oscar marched ahead into the restaurant, leaving Faith to escort Liz inside.
“When is opening day?” Liz asked, pulling open the doors and halting within a foot in the door. All the furniture in the place was pushed into the corner and several men were laying down the flooring.
“We’re trying to stay on schedule,” Dan the foreman said.
“It doesn’t look like it. It looks like we have to reschedule the opening,” Oscar said. “Is Casey in the kitchen? Did she tell you I was coming in?”
“She’s not on the premises. We had to turn off the water while we install the plumbing for the bar.”
“Where are we going to eat?” Liz asked.
“Dan this is Liz and you know Faith.” Oscar took out his phone. “Keep them safe. I’m going to call Casey.”
“Step over here ladies.” Dan distracted the women with the final plans and finished mock ups of the restaurant.
Faith snatched up the drawings of the dining area. “This sculpture. Will it be glass blown?”
Liz looked over her shoulder at the drawing. “I recognize that art. It’s similar to the piece in the Preston Hotel back home.”
“Yes, a wild billionaire. Unpredictable artist. He’s one of the reasons were off schedule. Can’t be bothered to hurry up his art process.”
“He’s not here. Is he?” Faith nervously scanned the bustling room of workers for him. She was practically turning white.
“We should get some air.” Liz walked Faith out the front door. Out in the fresh cool air, Faith took several deep breaths. “What happened in there?”
“I was once engaged to Grant Finnerty. Seeing his artwork, even in a drawing brought back a flood of memories.”
“Faith. Now you’re blushing. Do you still love him?”
She didn’t have a chance to answer, Oscar had finished his call and joined the two women
outside by the fountain. She didn’t have to speak the words, Liz knew love when she saw it. There was something still stirring for those two.
“Good news,” Oscar said. “Casey is meeting us at the hotel suite. Faith can you call the hotel and have a sous chef assigned to her?”
Faith got directly on the phone and climbed in the back of the limo with Liz and Oscar. On the return trip, Liz watched Faith. She was distant, caught in her own thoughts. If Faith hadn’t professed she was married, Liz would’ve thought she was spending the time thinking of Grant.
Chapter Forty Six
Back at the hotel, Faith excused herself in the lobby, leaving Liz and Oscar to return to their room alone, where Casey was waiting for them.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Casey hugged Oscar. “Do you know they turned off my water? How am I going to test the staff I’m hiring?”
“Good to see you too.” Oscar tugged Liz forward. “Casey. Liz.”
“Sorry.” The attractive chef smashed her palm to her forehead. “Where are my manners? Nice to meet you. Oscar tells me you met at the Buckeye.” She punched Oscar in the arm. “Damn, she’s prettier in person.”
“Could you explain what you mean?”
Casey took out her phone and showed off a few photos sent via text message from her sister Angela. They were taken on Halloween and had Liz in her bumblebee costume with the trio of guys.
“Look. It’s the first night we met.” She gaze at the picture that had captured her moments before she met Oscar. How could she have been that happy without him? Maybe it was the anticipation of him walking into her life. “Bill dragged me out in that costume.”
“And here’s one of our zombie.” Casey swiped to a photo of Oscar on Halloween.
“Put that away,” Oscar said. “But that photo reminds me. Did I tell you Mitch is writing a story about us?”
“How is that dirty old man? Still writing erotica I take it.”
“It’s his vice. He’s still with Shannon. I’m sorry to say.”
“Too bad.” The doorbell to the suite rang. “That’s my sous chef. You two relax on the patio and we’ll take care of the rest.”
Oscar and Liz went out on the balcony. Casey had set up champagne and a non-alcoholic alternative bottle of bubbly.”
“A toast to the prettiest, smartest, most forgiving, girlfriend an undeserving bartender could ever hope to have walk into his bar. I love you, Liz.”
“I love you too. And I’m so grateful Bill brought us together and that I decided not to let your billions pull us apart.” She took a drink of the expensive champagne. “Mmm. Delicious.”
Taking the advice of Faith earlier in the day, and once Casey had left them alone, Liz changed into a slip of a dress and no undergarments. She emerged from the suite bathroom back to Oscar in the living area. From this point on she knew what to do.
She invaded his personal space, backing him against the sofa, and planted her lips on his. She was intoxicating him with her lips. Slipping a tongue in, she danced it around. Teasing him, drawing out the kiss, establishing where she wanted this billion dollar evening to go.
He tilted out of the kiss, turning his head, only to forge forward with what she’d started. He bit her neck, sending shivers up her spine. Moving the collar of her dress out of the way, he explored further down, kissing inch by inch.
“Hold it. “ She dragged her fingernails down his torso to the front of his pants. He flinched tense. She squeezed slightly and took a step back. “Ladies first.” She stared into his eager eyes and pulled the dress off over her head.
“Ooohhh,” he groaned, appreciating her nakedness from head to toe. His sideways smile curved up and he gave in, cupping his palms over her breasts.
She arched her back and breathed slow deep breaths. He held his grasp, gently squeezing, kneading them. “Suck them,” she encouraged, touching a finger to his lips.
He pulled a nipple in his mouth and moaned between sucks. He pleasured them both, licking, tasting, then she could stand no more. Her knees buckled and she fell out of his lustful feeding on her chest.
Now on the sofa, Oscar pulled her feet up, stretching her out. “Mmm, I’m still hungry.” He took a fingertip of chocolate and painted on her torso. Licking off his swipe, he smeared the gooey goodness over her abs. Taking another finger dip he dragged this line of chocolate down further to her privacy. He gently bent her knee out of the way and sucked the sweet sauce off her pussy folds.
His darted in, swirled and excitedly explored her. He dabbed the tip of his tongue over her clit and she twitched up, knocking him back. “Let me hear it.”
“Hear what?” she asked.
He kissed up to her neck and received his reward.
“Hmm, mmm,” her reactionary sexy back of the throat giggle expelled. “Oh that. Take those pants off and let me see if you can make that sound.”
“You think I can’t?” He stripped his shirt off first in haste.
She sat up and slowed him down. Kneeling before him, she opened his pants and wiggled them down to his ankles. He bucked before her, shaking his stiffening cock near her face. “What do we have in here?” she teased, cupping his balls and stretching her fingers forward to the tip of his long hard cock. She stroked his shaft, but before plunging her lips on him, she
took her own fingertip of chocolate and swirled it around on his helmet.
“Mmmm, now we’re talking.” She licked her lips, hungry for a taste. Folding them over his cock, she licked around, devouring every drop of chocolate.
“Ohhh. Ohhh.” He flinched when she converged her full mouth over his cock.
“Uh, huh.” She rocked her head, keeping him fully in place. She popped off. “That’s not sexy enough yet.” She repositioned, flexed her cheek muscles and took him in inch by inch, until his head was knocking on the back of her throat. She slipped him out, licking up the shaft as he exited, but before she let him go completely she plunged him back in her mouth.
“Oh fu—!”
She gave him no release. His outburst encouraged her to suck harder. She bobbed back and forth, swallowing him again and again. Exciting him until his pre-cum coated her tongue.
“That’s it.” He stumbled backwards and fell to the floor.
She crawled up his body to rest her pussy over his rigid cock. “You want this?” She glided over his thick stiff rod, wetting it up with her juices. “Or more of this?” She raised the bowl of chocolate up and threatened to pour it over his chest.