Deacon got up from the table in the casino lounge and found Bridget about to head into the elevator.
"Wait.." He called out to her.
Bridget turned around.
"I know this may sound crazy but...how about I take you out"
"What?" asked Bridget crossing her arms. "You want to take me out?"
"Yeah. What do you say?"
"I don't think so." replied Bridget.
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Come on. Night's still young. You said yourself you came here to have a good time."
"Yeah I did but.."
'But what? What are you doing to do in your hotel room? Sit there and sulk about how that jerk hurt you?"
"Why do you want to take me out?"
"Because you need to have a good time. Need to forget about your problems for awhile."
"Uh huh. I see."
"What do you say?"
"I don't know.."
"It'll do you good. I promise. And I'm not just doing this to try and get laid."
Bridget laughed. "Okay. Fine. What the hell. Let me get changed and I'll meet you back down here in 15 minutes."
"Great." replied Deacon. "I'll wait for you in the lounge"
Bridget nodded and then got into the elevator. The doors shut and she stood there not believing she just agreed to go out with this man. She didn't know what it was but there was something about him that made it impossible for her to say no. And besides he was hot. If a hot guy wanted to take her out and show her a good time on the town...why not? If he tried anything, she could try out the new moves she learned in her self defense class. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out and turned down the corridor to her room. She slid her keycard in the door and walked inside. Walking over to the bedroom she thought about what she should wear. She didn't know where he was planning on taking her. It was Vegas so she wanted to look her best. Bridget sifted through the various outfits she had brought with her. She decided on a light orange dress that was similar to the gold one she was wearing. Bridget pulled it out of the closet and set it down on the bed. She then unzipped the dress she was wearing and pulled it off. She hoped it wasn't ruined too bad. It was one of her favorites however Dante never liked her in it. Dante. Bridget shook her head. What a jerk. How could he do that to her? "Forget about him." Bridget told herself. "Just have a good time." She said as she slipped her new dress on. She adjusted the top and stood in front of the mirror. "Not bad." She said to herself. She went over to the closet and found the matching strappy sandals she normally wore with the dress and stepped into them. Bridget stood in front of the mirror and gave her hair a quick brushing. She set the brush down and began to think about what she was doing. She was going out with a complete stranger. She didn't even know his name. It was crazy but she didn't care. People did crazy things in Vegas. This was her crazy thing. Smiling, she headed out of the bedroom and walked back out to the living room. She picked up her purse and slid her keycard inside. Taking a deep breath she turned the knob and opened the door. She stepped out in the hall and shut the door behind her. "Okay. Here goes nothing." She said to herself as she walked over to the elevator.
Bridget stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began it's descent, she unzipped her purse and looked inside for her compact. She opened it and checked her appearance.
Satisfied, she snapped the compact shut and place it back in her purse. The elevator doors opened and she walked out. She headed over to the lounge but she didn't see him anywhere. She decided to check in the casino. Walking inside, she her eyes scanned the room but there was no sign of him.
"That's odd." Bridget said to herself. Maybe he changed his mind. It wouldn't have surprised her.
Especially with the way her life was going. She spotted the blackjack table and decided to give it one more try. She walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. The dealer showed no emotion as he dealt the cards.
Bridget looked at the ones in front of her. She had 10.
"Hit me." She said to the dealer. He placed a card in front of her. It was a 5. She now had 15.
Hmm..She thought to herself "Hit me." She said again.
Card was turned over.. It was an 8.
Bridget groaned. Lost AGAIN. Just like earlier.
"Deal again?" asked the dealer.
Why not? thought Bridget. I lost everything else. "Yeah." She answered.
Cards were placed in front of her. She had 12. "Hit me." A card was dealt and turned over. It was a 6. She now had 18. "I think I'll stay." said Bridget.
"I wouldn't do that." a voice said softly in her ear. Bridget froze in her seat. Her pulse suddenly quickened. Swallowing nervously. she noticed out of the corner of her eye it was the stranger she was talking to earlier.
"The next card is a 3." He said as he gently nuzzled her hair.
"How do you know?" Bridget asked trying to ignore the electric shock she felt run through her.
"Trust me." He said as his lips lightly touched the skin on her neck. His hand lightly ran up her bare arm causing a chill to go up her spine. Oh God that feels so nice...How did he do that?
Bridget looked at the dealer. "Hit me." She said not sure what she was doing.
The card was then turned over and it was a 3. "21" The dealer announced.
Bridget was startled. "I...I won"
She smiled and got up out of her seat. "I won!" She exclaimed throwing her arms around Deacon.
"I told you." He said holding her tight. He had noticed her smile. He thought it made her look even more beautiful.
Bridget then let go. "How did you know the next card was going to be a 3"
"Just a hunch." He replied.
"I see."
"Sorry I was a little late but I had to pull a few strings to get us reservations."
"Oh I see." said Bridget. "I thought.." She stopped in mid-sentence.
"Thought what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"You thought I changed my mind didn't you?"
"No I just...well...yeah I did." smiled Bridget. "Sorry."
"I wouldn't do that to you." He said gently tracing her chin with his fingers.
Bridget pushed his hand away. "Don't do that." She said.
"Why?"
"Because."
"It turn you on?" He asked.
Bridget frowned. "No." She lied.
"Really?" He asked moving closer to her.
"Can we just leave?"
"I think it does turn you on." He whispered softly to her.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." said Bridget moving away. "I thought you were going to take me out to dinner or something"
"I am." He said. "Come on." He took her hand and let her out of the casino to his car. Deacon opened the door for her and she got in. As he shut the door he noticed the skirt of Bridget's dress rose up and showed off her great looking legs. He walked over to the driver's side and got in.
He as he started the car he noticed Bridget checking her appearance in the vanity mirror. His eyes drifted down to her chest. Nice tits. He thought to himself. He looked as she touched up her colored lipgloss loving the shape of her lips. God she was fucking beautiful. Maybe he WOULD try to get laid tonight. He wouldn't mind having her. He knew she wasn't being honest before when she said that his touch didn't excite her. He was willing to bet that she was very aroused under that dress. He would give her the time of her life. He would take his time and make her come hard all night long. That's what she needed. She needed to be fucked. She needed a good fucking. Needed to know that she was still beautiful not to mention sexy as hell. Bridget noticed Deacon looking at her and she blushed slightly. Okay Okay he was hot and yes his touch DID make her body react in ways she never thought possible...He was STILL a stranger. She STILL didn't know even know his name. Of course that didn't stop her from being very intrigued by him. Something about him was very sexy and exciting. Not to mention alluring. She still had no idea what she was doing with him but something told her that she wouldn't be sorry.