Anything can happen in Vegas.

It wasn’t surprising that you woke up in a random hotel room with an unknown pair of muscular arms wrapped around you, pinning you down to the undeniably comfortable hotel mattress.

The room was extravagant, gold accents decorating the walls and decor in the extremely large hotel room.

Where am I? you think to yourself, trying to remember what led you to where you were.

You ponder for a moment, looking down at the strange man you were sharing a bed with.

Oh right…Tobias Eaton, it finally occurs to you.

You had met him at the casino you worked at, him having a female on each side of him having their arms wrapped around him with his large hands caressing the outside of their thighs.

One look at him and you knew he was loaded with money.

He had a diamond watch on his wrist, a well tailored black suit, and the confidence of a powerful man.

Your job?

Well you weren’t proud of it but your job was to flirt with men at the casino to lure them into gambling more money on games they would never win, games that were always rigged.

His piercing blue eyes shoot through you as his gaze catches with yours, him waving off the women clinging to him and calling you over.

The women left in a huff of jealousy as you made your way over to him.

“Care for a drink?” He had asked you, raising his hand to order a drink for you two.

One thing led to another, drinking turned into drunk conversation, drunk conversation turned into flirting, flirting turned into kissing, and kissing turned into going to a fancy luxury hotel together.

He paid for everything of course, he was the type of man who was willing to provide anything for the woman he had his eyes on.

Now you laid in the hotel bed with him, his thumb stroking your side as he continues to sleep next to you.

The bare skin of his back being illuminated by the rays of sunlight peeking through the hotel curtains.