I place my drink back on the bar. “Boys, I’m getting some action.”

They hoot as I spot her, catching her again with my eyes. I want to get to the restroom line before her. Surprise her. It’s impossible to stop my smirk as I turn to leave.

“Wait a sec.” Rob pulls out a small baggy from his front pocket. “Brought you more, like you asked. My supply is dwindling. You’ve got to find a doc who’ll write you a script or find a new way to score.”

I take it from his hand.

“Just make sure not to touch Ambien. Sleep meds will mess with you in a way you don’t need. Trust me.”

“Thanks, man. This should be enough.” I slide it in my back pocket. “I’ll be good. Soon.” My voice is confident.

It’s been two months of popping benzos at night and crushing half in my morning coffee. Sometimes taking other pills to get me back up again. But I know this is just for now. Just until I get my head straight.

He nods. “Don’t doubt it.”

We pound fists before I turn away, going to find my girl.

3

Lauren

Pushing through clusters of people and trying to stay above the waves of dancing bodies, I reach the train of men and women who stand, waiting for the restroom. I cock my head to the side, trying to see how many people are ahead of me without stepping out of the queue when my eyes zero in on a great ass. It’s high and firm and encased in blue jeans. Shoulders super wide. Waist narrow. Tattoos line his arms. And he’s tall. I love tall. Something me and Sanam have always had in common.

Marriage is obviously eons away from me. Maybe a wild night is what I need. Lord knows, I haven’t had one of those in ages. Or at the very least, I could use a long, good look. Under normal circumstances, I’d be embarrassed to stare at a man this openly. But we’re in Vegas, and the chances of seeing him again after tonight are none.

He takes a phone from his back pocket and sidesteps; I can now see his profile without any obstruction.

Wow.

Hair styled in a clean buzz cut. Straight Roman nose. Strong jaw, highlighted with dark scruff. Full and sensuous lips. Seeing him so straight and tall has me fixing my own posture; I immediately push my shoulders down and back.

He turns, as though he can feel my gaze. We lock eyes—maybe. He’s wearing a black mask, covering the top of his face, so I can’t entirely tell where he’s looking. Ninety-five percent of me knows that he’s staring at me. Still, there’s that small sliver of thinking that maybe he isn’t. Even with his eyes covered—or maybe because of it—my body heats.

I continue to watch as his lips quirk upward, showing me straight white teeth between a gorgeous mouth. And, in my bones, I know that grin is meant for me. Things have been so shitty lately, and it feels so good to just be looked at this way. From a sexy stranger, no less.