I Heart Vegas. Lindsey KelkЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Chapter One

      Hands on hips, I stood in the middle of the…

      Chapter Two

      Jenny Lopez was, as far as I was concerned, the…

      Chapter Three

      ‘Basically, there’s just no reason to give you a visa.’

      Chapter Four

      ‘Are you shitting me?’

      Chapter Five

      ‘And then Jenny had to fire me but it was…

      Chapter Six

      When Monday rolled around, I was all business. Being the…

      Chapter Seven

      Bright and early on Thursday morning, I kissed Alex goodbye…

      Chapter Eight

      And then things went from bad to worse.

      Chapter Nine

      ‘Oh, honey, what are you wearing?’

      Chapter Ten

      The next morning I woke up bright and early at…

      Chapter Eleven

      ‘It’s my own fault,’ I slurred into my cocktail. ‘I…

      Chapter Twelve

      Without a working phone, I hadn’t heard from Alex, but…

      Chapter Thirteen

      The ride back to the hotel was frustratingly short, but…

      Chapter Fourteen

      Jenny let me use her phone to call Alex on…

      Chapter Fifteen

      Everything that happened after leaving the Venetian was a blur.

      Chapter Sixteen

      Shoeless, bagless, cashless and Alexless. I slouched over to the…

      Chapter Seventeen

      The first thought that ran through my head was how…

      Chapter Eighteen

      The huge free-standing mirror was angled right at me when…

      Chapter Nineteen

      I didn’t tell Jenny about the win until we were…

      Chapter Twenty

      ‘And then what did he say?’

      Angela’s Guide to Vegas

      Acknowledgments

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      CHAPTER ONE

      Hands on hips, I stood in the middle of the living room and surveyed my work. Excellent. The Christmas tree was up, champagne was chilling in the ice bucket and the apartment was, hmm, passable. As long as no one turned the big lights on. Alex would be impressed. Almost as impressed as the random man on Kent Avenue staring up into our window, surveying my pants. Shit. If I was going to insist on walking around the house in my knickers, we were going to have to get curtains. I staggered backwards, trying not to trip over in my borrowed high heels and hit the light switch. Another bright idea, Angela, I mentally slapped myself as I stumbled straight into the kitchen counter, banging my knee hard as I went. Because nothing went as well with black lace lingerie as a purple throbbing bruise, did it? Surely most twenty-eight-year-olds had grown out of being such an incredibly clumsy cow. Surely most twenty-eight-year-olds didn’t wander around in the pitch black wearing four-inch heels. Surely most twenty-eight-year-olds weren’t like me.

      There was a reason for my playing peep show. Alex, my lovely boyfriend and quintessential rock god, had been away touring the Far East for exactly forty-three days, and he was due home any minute. Having had far too long to think about how I would welcome him back, I’d let Jenny, my best friend and quintessential sex kitten, talk me into a sultry seduction scenario over one too many afternoon cocktails. Although now I was here, trussed up like a chicken, I couldn’t help but feel he’d have been as happy with beer and a pizza. Served me right for meeting her at the bar at Hotel Delmano on a Wednesday afternoon. I was so weak in the face of peer pressure. And Pinot grigio.

      ‘Alex gets back tonight, right?’ she had asked.

      ‘Yep,’ I had replied.

      ‘Big plans?’

      ‘Beer. Pizza. Lovely sit down. He’ll have been on a plane for a billion hours.’

      ‘Really?’

      ‘Yes.’ Pause. ‘Why?’

      ‘Dude, if my guy had kept his pants on for an entire month while he was on tour in Japan, where all the groupies live,