It felt like I was a Lilliputian in a glittery and exotic setting—only the buildings were Gulliver, and these were my travels. Truth was, I had looked down my nose at the thought of a trip to Las Vegas. I wasn’t a snob. It was just the white-trash stories that went hand in hand with the city which made it a less than desirable vacation spot. But when I’d got here, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Wealth and luxury screamed from most places and it was larger than life. A playground for those looking for an escape from reality, even for a short while.

Maybe this was exactly where I needed to be.

After a delicious meal that was served on a plate with pictures of monkeys, the girls tried to decide where to go for the night’s activities. Well, Hayley tried to narrow down the options—Eve and Beth were still admiring the specimens on display. I, on the other hand, ogled the dessert tray.

God, I hate diets.

Beth subtly pointed out a target to Eve. “Look at that one, over there.”

“Oooh….” Eve crooned.

“Oh! That one!”

“Oh my God, are you serious? What are you, blind?”

“Over there then.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Wait a minute… I’ve got it… By the bar. See?”

“Dibs.”

“You can’t call dibs!”

“I just did!”

“But I saw him first!”

“Then you should have called it.”

“Fine. Whatever. I don’t care.”

“You so do.”

Beth and Eve’s shameful game of man window shopping was a welcome distraction. It was an impressive feat that they found so many desirable men in the restaurant, considering there were only nineteen tables. When I’d first met them, I’d thought the guys they favored were lucky to have such beautiful girls fawning over them. Now I felt sorry for the poor bastards. It was like watching a lioness flirt with an innocent springbok. There was no doubt that these girls were predators—and they were hungry.

They thought of this vacation as a buffet table, and the helpless male habitants and visitors of Vegas were the only meat on the menu. I’d lost count of how many business cards and cocktail napkins with carefully written phone numbers they’d acquired this weekend. With tonight being our last night, they would be bringing their A game…and no one was safe.

Hayley giggled, breaking my reverie, and leaned over the table to whisper, “A guy at the bar is staring at you.”

My eyebrows shot up “So?”

She rolled her eyes. “So go talk to him!”

“Yeah. Right,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.

Hayley frowned. “Why not?”