I turned on the water and stepped in. As I tilted my head back and let the hot water run through my hair, I couldn’t help but think about what had happened last night. I screwed one of my friends and he was seeing someone else. I put my hands over my face. I needed to right this wrong. After I showered, I put on the bathrobe that was hanging on the hook in the bathroom. Ugh, I hated these white robes. When I opened the door and walked into the main area of the suite, Simon was sitting at the table, looking over the newspaper.

“Feel better?”

“Sort of.”

“Come sit down. I’ll pour you some coffee.”

As I sat down in the chair, Simon handed me some aspirin. “I got you a glass of orange juice.”

“Thank you.” I popped the pills in my mouth and took a sip of the juice. “About last night, Simon. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“For coming up here. I never should have. It was a mistake. I was drunk and not thinking clearly.”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments. He just stared at me over the cup of coffee he was drinking.

“You’re right, and I’m sorry that I followed through on what you asked me to do. I never should have, considering you’d been drinking.”

I let out a sigh of relief. He thought it was a mistake too. “It’s totally my fault. I would just like to put it behind us.”

“We’re friends, Gabrielle, and sometimes sex happens. It’s not the end of the world or our friendship. So if you’re okay with what happened, then let’s move on.”

Why was he okay with it? Did he feel guilty for fucking me while he had that girl back in Seattle? God, the thought of him and her made my already sick stomach churn.

“Agreed. We’re moving on.” I faked a smile.

He looked down at the newspaper and I sat there and drank my coffee. “I was giving you the money, you know?”

“What do you mean?” His eyes looked up at me.

“The money I won last night. I was giving it back.”

“No one does that, Gabrielle.”

“I know, but it’s your hotel, and I wouldn’t have felt right. I didn’t plan on winning so much. I got a little carried away.”

“I would say for seventy thousand dollars, you went to the extreme. But keep it. I want you to have it. You won it, so it’s yours.”

“I won it by cheating. I’m not keeping it. If you won’t take it, then I’ll turn it in to the casino manager.”

“If you insist. It’s your money.” He shrugged.

“When are you leaving Vegas?”