“Yes. It’s just what we discussed. They won’t be starting any of the work. They just want to come out, get the keys from you and have you show them how the security system works. Remember? You said Wednesday would be the best day for you?”
“Oh. Yes, of course. I remember now. Sorry to have bothered you,” he says.
“It’s fine, really, you haven’t bothered me,” I lie.
“Oh. There’s just one more thing,” he says.
“Go on,” I say through gritted teeth. Before he can respond, my phone is being snatched away from my ear.
Sebastian grins down at me with my phone in his hand.
I glare at him.
He ignores me as he looks at my phone and then puts it to his ear. “Hi, Mr. Rogers. This is Sebastian Hunter. Chance is actually taking the rest of this week off for a family thing, and he’ll call you on Monday.” He ends the call.
“What the fuck? That was a client,” I snap, angry now.
“I know. Mr. Rogers. And you can tell him on Monday what an asshole I am. But for now, you can forget about him, forget about work, and have a good time. You were doing so well there for a moment.”
I roll my eyes and hold my hand out for the phone.
Sebastian holds it out of my reach, mocking me. “Seriously Chance, you promised you wouldn’t be working through my stag night.”
I continue to glare at him but it has no effect on him whatsoever. I sigh. “I told you I wouldn’t work while we’re in Vegas. And we’re not in Vegas yet.”
“That’s a technicality and you know it,” Sebastian counters.
His little game is starting to piss me off now. Of course, I want him to enjoy his stag night but I honestly think he can have just as good a time if I take a phone call. He’d probably have had a better time if he’d just listened to my protests and let me sit this one out.
I snatch for my phone but Sebastian sees me coming and whips it back out of my reach. He throws it to Matt who catches it with one hand and promptly dumps it in a pitcher of water.
“For fuck sake!” I snap. “Have you two got no sense between you or what?”
Matt just laughs. “It’s only your work phone,” he points out. He peers down at the water. “It’s not even your current one. Just have one weekend where you’re not working. Is that really too much to ask?”
It probably isn’t. It definitely isn’t. But the point Matt and Sebastian are missing is that I want to work. I’m not doing it because I think the world will stop turning if I take a couple of days off. I’m doing it because I enjoy it. I like to be kept in the loop. Trying to explain this in a way that doesn’t make me sound like I’ve lost the plot, isn’t going to be easy though and I just shrug. “Fine. Whatever. You’ve made the decision for me now, haven’t you?” I get up and turn towards the bathroom.
“Chance, wait,” Sebastian says.
I turn around, stupidly thinking he’s going to apologize, but then I see he’s grinning.
“Matt said that’s not your current work phone. Hand it over.” He holds his hand out.
“So, you can put it in a jug of water? I don’t think so,” I reply.
“I swear I won’t,” he says. “I’ll put it somewhere safe until after the weekend.” His hand is still out and he’s blocking my path.
I know it’s going to be pointless to argue with him, so I take my other phone out of my pocket and slam it into his hand.
He pockets it and keeps his hand out, raising an eyebrow at me.
I sigh and pull out the third and final phone and give him that too. “If you think you’re getting my personal phone, then you’re very wrong,” I say.
He grins and shakes his head. “Nah, you can keep that one. It’s not like you have a hip and happening social life, where you’ll be getting calls on that one is it?” He laughs.
I shake my head in annoyance and storm away from Sebastian and his stupid taunts. I lock myself in the bathroom, put the toilet lid down and sit on it for a moment. God, why can’t I just be normal and enjoy a boozy weekend with the guys?
I stand up and wash my hands in cool water. I tell myself that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Right after I get to the hotel, sort Mr. Rogers’ problem out and deal with a couple of other things.
Chapter Two
Chance
When we arrive at our hotel, we agree to all go up to our rooms, freshen up and meet back in the lobby in two hours. Two hours sounds like an awfully long time to me and I think Sebastian secretly wants to take a nap before we head out, but I bite my tongue. It will give me time to get things in order and make a few calls from my room before we go out. And then I can keep my promise to Sebastian and stop working.
If he hadn’t acted like an ass on the plane and took my phones away my work would be done now, but then lord knows, how I would have filled the next two hours.
My room is on the eleventh floor and I step out of the elevator into a nice, clean looking hallway. The walls are painted off white and the flooring is a thick red carpet. Gold light fixtures are set at even spaces along the way. The gold is a little gaudy in my opinion, but hey, it’s Vegas and that’s Vegas isn’t it? Over the top, gaudy, cheesy. But a good night out.
I reach my room and step in. The room itself is nice and elegant looking. A large bed with a pristine white duvet takes center stage in
