Cowboy Heat
“While I might have given myself the birthday trip to Las Vegas to see Cody Jarrod—my absolute favorite country singer—in concert, my bank account couldn’t have begun to pay for these accommodations.
The plush one-bedroom corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a 180-degree panoramic view of the Las Vegas strip with all its gaudy loveliness, was a birthday present from my best friend, Leslie. Fifteen hundred square feet. Deep-pile beige carpet. Enormous living room with overstuffed sofas and chairs. Dining table for six. Master bedroom with a raised platform, king-sized bed and thousand-thread-count sheets. Marble master bathroom with a two-person whirlpool and a glass-enclosed shower. It boggled my mind to imagine all the wicked things I could do in this suite if only I had someone to do them with…and maybe I would.
My friends worried about my solo travel to Vegas. I’d tried to convince everyone that I was fine alone. However, I had to admit I’d gone through a sex dry spell.
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