Beautiful Bombshell Part 7

"I don't trust him," I said on our way back to the restaurant.

"Stop worrying. Johnny is a man of his word, I a.s.sure you."

"He didn't exactly sound happy with you."

Max waved me off. "He's never going to be the guy to give me flowers and tell me I'm lovely."

"He sounded like we were a.s.sholes."

"We are a.r.s.eholes."

He had a point. "So what about Henry?" I asked, stopping at the stairs just outside the restaurant.

"Do you think he'll be a problem?"

"I think if I shoved a thousand bucks in his pocket I wouldn't see him again until Tuesday morning."

"Brilliant. So we have a nice dinner, wait for Johnny to send someone over, and then find our girls. If all goes well I won't see your ugly mug until the morning, when we can start this weekend properly."

"Done." We shook hands and made our way inside with a new sense of purpose.

Will and Henry were just where I'd left them and now surrounded by a mountain of bowls and platters. There were steaks and fish, salad with bacon, steaming dishes of vegetables and what had to be some of the biggest sh.e.l.lfish I'd ever seen.

"Wow," Max said, looking over what had to be enough food to feed at least ten people. "Hungry?"

"We didn't know what you'd want," Henry said with a shrug. "Plus Ben's picking up the bill so . . ."

"Feeling better?" Will asked Max skeptically.

"Much, thank you. And absolutely famished."

We each took a seat and Max motioned to the waiter. "I'll have another Macallan," he said.

"And a Belvedere gimlet for me." I pointed to Henry and Will across from me. "And bring them two of whatever they're having."

"So what did I miss?" Max asked, covering his plate in some sort of potatoes. "Did you two finally stop playing hard to get and decide to run off together? There's a chapel just downstairs, I believe. In the casino."

"Ha," Will said. "We were actually discussing who would be next. I a.s.sured Henry here that the only possible answer was you."

"Oh I don't know about that," Max said. "Never know what will happen with one of your sheduled booty calls."

Will laughed.

"What about that, Stella? Think it'll happen with you and Sara?" Henry asked.

Max smiled but it was the shielded smile that he wore whenever he spoke about Sara. "I haven't had this conversation with her yet, I'm certainly not having it with you lot."

"But you've considered it," I found myself saying. I'd never seen Max fall for anyone like he had with Sara. I knew the feeling. He had to have at least considered it.

"Of course," he answered. "But we've only been together for a short while. We've got time."

Another round of drinks arrived and Max reached for his, holding it up for a toast. "To Bennett and Chloe. May your fights be rare, and if they aren't-because who am I kidding-at least may they be followed by some wicked s.h.a.gging."

We all clinked gla.s.ses and drank deeply. The room seemed to expand and shrink, and I put my vodka down, reaching instead for my water.

"Well, I can't wait to hit the tables," Henry said, rubbing his palms together. "I spoke with a few of the dealers earlier. Kind of disappointed they have standard odds and no fire bet but hey, can't win them all."

"Wow. You sound like you've . . . really looked into this," I said, wondering for a moment if I should be legitimately concerned.

He shrugged and cut into his steak. I made a mental promise that if he started talking about card counting or needing a spotter, I'd intervene. Who said I wasn't a good brother?

We continued with dinner, Max and I sharing conspiratorial glances toward the door and back to each other. Just as Will excused himself to the restroom Max got a text.

"She's here," Max whispered. He typed something into his phone and pressed SEND. "Told Johnny what Will's wearing and that he'll be near the front of the restaurant. Showtime."

"This is too easy," I said, looking around, the tickle of uneasiness settling into my stomach. "Since meeting Chloe, nothing in my life is ever this easy."

"Would you relax?" he said under his breath. "This isn't insider trading, it's finding a way for us to sneak off for a s.h.a.g. Calm the f.u.c.k down."

"Whoa."

I looked up at the sound of Henry's voice and followed his gaze across the room. A woman had stopped Will on his way back to the table. She was . . . beautiful, with miles of wavy red hair and makeup so skillfully applied she looked like a piece of art. She wore a short beaded dress that clung to her body and she smiled as she gazed at Will, her hand resting on his forearm.

But . . .

I nudged Max and pointed, sitting back when he looked up. "Is that the woman Johnny sent?"

His eyes widened before they narrowed slightly, as if he were trying to get a closer look, figure out what didn't quite add up.

"What the. . . ?" Henry said. Max began typing furiously on his phone while Henry and I continued to watch Will. The escort stood about eye level with him and had steered him toward the bar. It looked like Will might be buying her a drink. "I'm confused. Is that-?"

Will looked over at the table, meeting my eyes. And, oh, s.h.i.t. In a rush I burst out laughing, understanding dawning. Johnny had totally f.u.c.ked with us, and from the second the woman found him, Will knew exactly what we'd done. The gauntlet had most definitely been thrown.

"That son of a b.i.t.c.h," Max swore. But I didn't have time to ask because it looked like Red was ready to put the moves on Will.

We all watched in rapt silence as the escort leaned in, whispering something in his ear. Her hand was big-bigger than my own-and she placed it against his chest, fingers twisting in the fabric. Will laughed, shaking his head before nodding to us at the table.

With a seductive grin, she gripped his shirt and pulled him forward, kissing him hard on the lips. d.a.m.n.

He stepped away in a daze and made his way back to the table. As he took his seat we each looked at the other, unsure of what had actually happened. Will was silent for a moment, blinking several times before reaching for his drink. He drained it in one pull and then took a deep breath.

"You're a bunch of a.s.sholes," he said, leaning back in his chair and popping a shrimp into his mouth. "But as far as kissing a dude went, that actually wasn't bad."

Honestly, that one really had ended up in the Win column for Will. I glanced across the table to where he perused the dessert tray, still wearing the same smug f.u.c.king grin.

"Am I really really drunk or did we accidentally hire a male prost.i.tute to distract our friend?" I asked Max.

He didn't answer, just held up his phone displaying his most recently delivered text message: a picture of Johnny's hand, middle finger extended. Perfect.

I laughed, putting my drink down with a bit more of a crash than I'd intended. "I'm not going to say I told you so but for the record, I definitely did."

"f.u.c.k you." Max slumped back in his seat, pushing his hands into his hair. "This isn't over. He's going to bide his time, and then completely ruin us. Do you have any idea what I've done tonight to be with this woman? I snuck out on my best friend's stag weekend. I stole a limousine. I hired my other best friend a drag queen, Bennett."

Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in my system, or the absolute absurdity of the situation, but I started to laugh, and then I couldn't stop.

"I think Ben's finally lost it," Henry said. "Who called today?" He pulled a wrinkled slip of paper from his pocket, presumably with the bets they'd each taken earlier in the day. "d.a.m.nit. It was Max."

I sat back in my seat and scrubbed my face. Max was right: this definitely wasn't over.

Six.

Max Stella

The din of voices in the bar, gla.s.ses clinking, and sounds of ringing slot machines all around us was occasionally disrupted by the loud bursts of laughter by the world's biggest w.a.n.ker, Will.

"Wonder what it'd be like to get head from a male prost.i.tute?" he mused. "Like, okay, a.s.suming of course it wasn't illegal, and you didn't even know it was a guy. I bet that would be some good suction."

I shrugged, feeling the humor of the situation bubble up inside me and burst out. "I bet it would be b.l.o.o.d.y fantastic."

"Strong grip," Bennett agreed, laughing.

"Bigger tongue for the equipment if you know what I'm saying," I added.

"Well, f.u.c.k. Now you're making me wish I'd given him a go." Will picked up his empty drink gla.s.s and raised it for the waiter to bring another. "Where are we headed next?"

"Thought we could hit Tao, at the Venetian," I suggested. "Or head back to the Bellagio?"

"Does anyone actually know where Henry is?" Bennett asked, looking around for only a few seconds before seeming to decide he didn't care enough to get up.

But then Chloe and Sara appeared around a corner, arms linked and making a beeline for a blackjack table only about ten yards from the bar. Bennett straightened instinctively, drawing Will's attention.

"You've got to be f.u.c.king kidding me," Will groaned, following Ben's gaze. With mumbled thanks, he took his drink from the waiter. "They don't even know you're here, do they? Oh my G.o.d, they do. That's why you've both been idiots all night. It's like the four of you have subconscious homing devices implanted in your genitalia." He sighed. "It all makes sense now."

I stood at the same time as Bennett, stretching my arms over my head before tucking my dress shirt back into the waist of my trousers. Will could give me all the s.h.i.t he wanted. I was going to Sara.

"If you don't mind, gentlemen, it looks like I'll be trying my hand at blackjack this evening."

I made my way out of the bar and to the table where the girls were organizing their chips and being dealt in. Finding a seat next to Chloe, I met Sara's eyes just a couple of seats down, giving her a little wink.

"Max," she said, simply, smiling.

"Petal," I acknowledged with a nod.

Pulling a few chips from my pocket, I had the croupier break them into smaller denominations and add me to the hand.

"I'm gonna win some money," Chloe informed the table.

"I'd love to see that," I murmured, frowning as the dealer laid down my faceup card. A five of hearts.

"As would I." Bennett slid easily into the last empty chair at the table, on the opposite side of the half circle from Chloe and beside Sara. Between me and Sara was a skinny man wearing a ten-gallon hat and one of the most fantastic bits of facial hair I'd ever seen.

When I busted with a score of twenty-five, I turned to look at the man more closely. "Mate, that is a b.l.o.o.d.y brilliant mustache."

He tipped his hat, thanking me before busting with a twenty-two.

Chloe held, and the dealer revealed that Chloe had both the ace and jack of spades. The house had a jack on the up card, but flipped the hole card: a king. The dealer paid out Chloe's winnings before collecting the cards on the table with a sweep of her hands.

"Told you!" Chloe sang, dancing in her seat and blowing Bennett a kiss. "It's my lucky night."

He responded with a tiny lift of his brow.

Looking across the room to the bar, I found Will, who was sipping his drink and f.u.c.king around on his phone. He looked up and caught my eye after a moment, giving me a silent f.u.c.k-you face, and I waved, indicating that I'd be back soon.

The problem was, blackjack was f.u.c.king fun. Chloe was cleaning up, winning hand after hand. And although Bennett and I were systematically losing all of our money, it didn't b.l.o.o.d.y matter. The dealer was easygoing, Sara's laugh was infectious, and Mustache had started cracking the best awful jokes between each hand.

"Doctor walks into a room," he said, running his fingers over his mustache and winking at Chloe. "Says hi to the patient on the exam table, goes to make note of something on his chart."

The dealer dealt our facedown cards and we all looked at the table in time to see the next cards arriving faceup.

"He realizes he's holding a thermometer and frowns. 'Well, f.u.c.k,' he says, 'some a.s.shole's got my pen.'"

And because her sense of humor was always easy and gutter-loving, Sara completely lost it, falling onto the soft padded edge of the table in laughter and looking lovelier than I think she had all night. She was flushed from whatever she'd had to drink, but even more than that, she looked positively blissful. When she looked up and caught me staring, her smile straightened as if liquid heat had trickled into her veins, and she blinked down to look at my mouth. Going back to find her at the theater had been the best decision of my night.

Come to think of it, the only good one. I gave her a wink, licked my lips.

"You two going to fornicate or play some G.o.dd.a.m.n cards?" Chloe asked, having decided to stay with a nine showing; the table showed a six, and busted, hitting seven on top of a hole card of nine.