Okay a vote for this one... so here is chapter 2

Chapter 2

The trio walked into the lobby of the hotel. Grey let go of his suitcase, took off his sunglasses with one swift swipe of the hand, and looked up at the ceiling in awe. Chad grabbed Grey's bag with his second hand and rolled over to the check-in counter. Bill stood still wrinkling his nose. "Do you smell tobacco smoke?"

Grey rolled his eyes, "Dude! Lighten up. This is Vegas, baby." Bill could feel his eyes begin to sting. He grabbed his bag and made every effort not to cough as he followed Grey to the check in line. When he'd caught up to the others, they were being helped.

"I see you have booked the presidential suite," the woman behind the counter said, obviously impressed. "That is a fantastic suite and contains two bedrooms."

"Two rooms?" Bill asked looking worried.

"It is a 5,200 square foot suite, sir. And there are three beds. It is more than large enough for… is it just the three of you gentlemen that will be staying with us?" The woman's eyes ran over the three gentlemen with a look that did not seem all together decent. It was a look Bill had seen more times than he could count.

Grey smiled back at her seductively and was about to answer but the exchange was noted by Bill and it made him all the more nervous. "Yes, I am sure it is lovely, but you say there are only two bedrooms? Do you happen to have anything available with three rooms?" Bill wasn't worried about the amount of space. His concern was that Chad, being the groom-to-be, would get his own room leaving him to share with Grey the messy heathen with a penchant for pranks. He could only imagine lying in bed pretending to sleep while Grey did God knows what with the tart of the hour or walking into the room to find some sick, twisted item carelessly, or purposefully, strewn about.

The girl turned back to her computer, clearly surprised that this party was willing to spend even more for a suite. "We do have one three bedroom available. It is the Chairman model and it is quite a bit more expensive than the Presidents Suite. The two bedrooms are equipped with king size beds and the third has two..." before she could finish her description, Bill had already whipped out his credit card and handed it to her. He wanted to take no chances that the last three bedroom would be booked. The girl looked at the name on the card and her eyes grew wide. "Of course, Mr. Weston. She worked quickly and soon handed them card keys. "The suite comes with 24-hour access to our Butler service so please feel free to leave your bags here and we will have them brought to your rooms and unpacked."

Grey suggestively said he would not be displeased if she wanted to deliver them personally before his brother pulled him away and guided him toward the elevator.

On the other side of town Liz was getting out of the car. Her sister, Mary, had picked her up at the airport and the entire drive home had been one long discussion about the rude English guy at the luggage claim.

Mary walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk. "I know you hate it when I say this, but do you think it's possible that he is just a normal, nice guy who tried to pick you up and you chewed his head off because… well, because he was male?" Liz had been madly in love last year with the guy of her dreams, but when that ended, she had turned into Medusa. Heaven help the poor men that crossed her path. And if some stupid but brave guy had the gall to talk to her — let's just say, right now, Liz's recollection of encounters with the opposite gender might not be as accurate as one might think.

"I didn't chew his head off! I hardly spoke to the guy." Liz pulled her bag out of the car and lifted up the handle so she could pull it along. "And, no. He was a complete and utter douche bag. I caught him checking me out…"

"Yeah, I heard the story," Mary said cutting her sister off. She slammed the trunk closed and walked toward the door in front of Mary. She rolled her eyes.

"Are you rolling your eyes?" Liz called to her.

"Why would you even ask that?" It was like her sister was born to be a mother. She didn't just have eyes in the back of her head, it was like she was telepathically connected directly to Big Brother. The indignant card usually did the trick. "My back is to you. Why would you possibly assume I was rolling my eyes?"

"The way you slammed the trunk and turned away, I just —never mind." Mary unlocked the front door and both girls walked in. Liz made a beeline for bedroom and lifted her suitcase up onto her dresser.

"By the way," Mary called While tossing her keys into the bowl by the door, "Mom called. She wants to meet for dinner at The Venetian." She took off her sunglasses and set them on the foray table next to the bowl.

As she heard her sister's words, Liz flew out of her room with the look of a wild woman. "What? Why?"

Mary openly rolled her eyes this time. Her sister got crazier every day. "I suppose it has something to do with this thing called hunger. It's like every day she expects to eat dinner."

"I mean, why The Venetian?"

Mary walked past her and sat down on the couch. She propped her feet up on the ottoman. "She probably found one of those two for one coupons in the newspaper. I don't know. Who cares? Every buffet is practically the same." Mary flipped on the television with the remote. "What is your sudden beef with The Venetian?"

"It's nothing," Liz had sworn she wasn't going to stalk Josh on-line anymore. Last month, he had blocked her Facebook account. She had to create a fake account just to look at pictures of him. Then, last week she found out that he had a new girlfriend, and the blond worked at The Venetian. Obviously, she went there under some bogus pretense to check the girl out. But things hadn't gone quite the way she'd hoped. Liz walked into the lobby and there he was! Josh was leaning over the reservations desk, talking to that skinny, bubbly chick, and damn it, she looked as pretty in person as she did on Facebook. She had to be like 16. Honestly, no one should have skin that good.

Of course, Liz had to get out of there before he saw her. She swiveled right around and walked straight into some guy carrying a box. Why was she cursed? It was like on the day she was born some angel had decided to toy with her. The box was one of those pink ones they give you when you buy donuts at a fancy bakery. Of course, the guy drops said box right there at the entrance to the hotel and then he starts to yell at her! Honestly yell! It had been a simple accident. She tried to calm him down and promised to run out and replace what ever confection now lay at your feet, but wouldn't you know it, while she was trying to work things out like an adult, Barbie walks out from behind the counter and comes over to see what all the fuss was about. Josh starts following her like some little puppy dog. So when Little Miss Perfect gets there — she looks ever prettier close up… why is she even in Las Vegas? Shouldn't she be a struggling model in New York or something? — the pastry box guy starts saying she'd ruined the cake for some big shot's wedding. Anyway short of it is, she was told not to come back, and it turns out it wasn't even the real cake. It was just the groom's cake. And that was when Josh blocked her phone number.

Liz hadn't told a soul about what had happened. She was too mortified. But her heart had been crushed while she suffered alone. How could he have a girlfriend? How had he gotten over her so quickly?

"Hey! Space Cadet," Mary called from the couch. "You've been standing there staring off into space for two minutes. What gives?"

"Sorry. I'm just a bit tired from my flight."

"Okay, whatever. Anyway what I said was, Mom wants us there at 6:00. If you want to go nap you should set your alarm."

Liz nodded and returned to her room. She closed the door planning to unpack, but instead, she found herself lying face down on her bed thinking. The girl had no authority to ban me from the hotel and even if she did what are the chances she would be working there tonight, happens to see me, and recognizes who I am? And the probability of Josh hanging around is even less likely. I'm just being paranoid.