Page 13 of Vegas Daddies (Forbidden Fantasies #17)

ALLIE

A llie: Any updates? :)

The smiley face was the start of my subtle seduction plan. It was the umpteenth time I’d texted Gavin something similar in as many days, but I couldn’t help but look for more opportunities to flirt—and anyway, the sooner the marriage debacle was solved, the better.

I needed to get on the road soon if I was going to be on time picking up Daphne from daycare, and I made it a point never to check my phone while I was behind the wheel, but luckily, Gavin didn’t leave me waiting very long.

Gavin: None yet. Working on it though. Promise.

Allie: Promise, huh? I bet you say that to all the girls.

Gavin: Guilty.

Just as I’d suspected, Gavin seemed to be the easiest mark when it came to flirting.

He’d flirted with me first at the diner, after all, and even back in Vegas, he’d been the first to initiate most of the good parts.

I liked a man who took charge, and I hoped my hinting this time around would give him the green light to do it again.

Plus, Gavin was the only one of the guys who seemed on my level romantically and sexually.

It was clear he wasn’t with any one woman for very long.

His playboy reputation wasn’t hard to uncover with a little googling, and I’d done my fair share of that after the guys first showed up at the diner.

There were dozens of photos to be found of Gavin with some actress or model on his arm, and even more rumors about all of the Hollywood hotties he’d maybe dated in secret.

No luck on analyzing any potential resemblance to Daphne in his photos, as I’d intended when I typed his name into my search bar, but that didn’t mean my internet sleuthing was completely useless.

At the very least, it was nice to get to look at him shamelessly, even if the photos paled in comparison to the real deal.

Allie: What else are you guilty of?

The rush of sending a risky text like that was something I hadn’t experienced in years. It was enough to have me feeling almost drunk on anticipation as I itched to read his reply. Gavin must have been just as eager, shooting his response back in record time.

Gavin: A gentleman never tells. But I’d hope you’d remember from Vegas.

Allie: Gentleman…right. I remember some but wouldn’t say no to a reminder. You owe me an invite to a Hollywood party too.

A winky face would have been too much, so I deleted the one I added before I hit send.

I watched the three dots that meant he was typing, watching the clock in between blinks.

I really needed to get going. So as the three dots kept bouncing in our text thread, I sighed, putting my phone down as I pulled out of our apartment complex parking lot and got on the road to pick up my baby girl.

When I pulled up to the daycare pickup line, I had another opportunity to check my phone.

Turns out I hadn’t perfectly threaded the needle with my arrival time, because the line of cars in front of me was longer than I wanted.

The few minutes I’d been driving, my head was full of wicked ideas about how Gavin could have responded.

And I was delighted when I read the response that beat out any of my own ideas.

Gavin: A reminder…hm. Do you remember how hard I was for you? How wet you were for me?

Allie: For all three of you…

Gavin: Don’t hurt my ego. It was all for me when I slid inside you that first time.

I gasped quietly in my car, feeling that low, torturous warmth between my legs that I had no way of handling just now.

Oh, he was definitely as open to hooking up again as I was.

I wouldn’t have to do much work to seduce him into my bed.

I’d just have to find a time, a place, a scenario that would lessen the potential complications as much as possible.

No drama. No messy feelings getting in the way.

Allie: Guilty.

I could practically hear the sly smirk on his face when he read that, my parroting back of his own words.

Gavin: I bet you’ve been thinking about that night all these years. Just like I have.

Allie: That’s a bet you’d probably win. Lucky me.

Gavin: I’ve always been lucky. Feeling that way now. How about we make things more interesting? Tell me what you’re wearing.

And of course, at that moment, I was just about at the front of the pickup line. It pained me to do it, but I sent back a reply that left both of us hanging.

Allie: Can’t right now. But I’ll make it up to you by wearing something extra skimpy when you take me to an event. To be continued.

Gavin: Event details coming soon.

Well, at least I’d lit a fire under his ass about his promise to help me make industry connections. Our flirtation just so happened to light an entirely different sort of fire under mine.