And, then, the dash down the long hallway to his hotel room. Him pushing her up against the wall. She could still feel the caress of his hand on her breast, the lusty squeeze. The way he’d groaned, like he couldn’t stand one more minute of being separated by clothing.

Desire streamed through her body, making her hot.

Actually…she’d had the best sex of her life.

Oh, yes. That had literally been the best night ever.

Becks had held nothing back. Comfortable in his skin, he’d had zero inhibitions.

Had they done it three times?

She grinned. They sure had.

The throbbing in her head only got worse, and she knew she needed to hydrate, like, immediately.

She reached for her phone and saw Gigi’s name. Oh, shit. When was the last time she’d checked in? Carefully, she peeled back the sheet, shifted her legs off the bed, and eased them onto the floor. In the bathroom, she answered the phone. “Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey?” Her sister sounded outraged. “Hey? Where are you? The only text I have from you said you were leaving the club to go back to our suite. You’re not here. It’s five in the morning.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you whispering? Are you in the trunk of a car?”

“I’m—what? No. I’m totally fine. But I need to find my clothes right now and get out of here before this guy wakes up.”

“This guy? My head just exploded. There are bits of brain matter all over the floor. Coco, my level-headed, smart sister went to a strange guy’s hotel room?”

“Yes. And I loved it.”

“I am seriously about one martini away from snatching you bald.”

“Sorry not sorry? Let me get dressed so I can get out of here.” She disconnected and crept back into the room.

Clothes. Where were they? She crossed the plush carpet to find her dress by the door, her heels kicked against the wall, and her bra on a table.

Where are my panties? She didn’t see them. Maybe the bathroom?

Becks shifted, his head turning toward her. She froze. Held her breath.

She had no interest in small talk. Zero. Frankly, she might’ve had the best time ever, but it was time to get on with her life.

Because one thing had come out of her wild night—she was going to have an adventure. She’d followed the rules for her entire life, and what had it gotten her? It was time to go wild, have some fun.

She’d take some of the money she’d saved for the business and go somewhere amazing.

By myself.

Yes.

When Becks showed no signs of waking, she quickly dressed and grabbed her purse, the light-up Vegas sign sticking out of it.

Do something different. Shake things up.