What Happened After Vegas? (Unexpected Love #2)

What
Happened After Vegas?

(Unexpected
Love #2)

By
Sharon Cummin

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2015 Sharon Cummin

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Warning:
This story contains explicit sexual content that is not intended for
those under the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are
fictitious and the age of 18 and older. Any resemblance to real
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Rachel
pulled out of Cliff's arms. She moved around quickly as she finished
getting dressed. If she looked up at him, she knew she would burst
into tears. As soon as she done, he reached out and turned her toward
him.

"Rachel,"
he said.

"You
just fired him," she whispered trying to find her voice and calm
her emotions.

"Yes,"
he said. "There are rules at my company. Sleeping with your
secretary goes against them."

"She's
your sister," she said, as she pulled back, sat down on the edge
of the bed, and buried her face in her hands. "The girl I found
in my bed with my husband is your sister."

Cliff
walked forward and leaned down. He put his hands on her knees.

"This
is to much. I can't believe this is happening. He was the only man I
was ever with. Our divorce seemed to drag on forever. I thought I was
finally free of him. You're the first man I have been with since him.
It's not like me to sleep with someone on the first date. I swear
that's not who I am. There was something about you. I know I just met
you, but I really liked you. You made me feel better in one night
than I have ever felt in my life. It was too good to be true. I
should have known. Will he ever stop ruining my life? I gave up so
much for him and his damn career. I gave up having a family. I lost
everything. I gave him everything we built together just so I could
be free of him. Look where that got me. The only man to make me feel
anything ended up being his boss. The woman he was fucking ended up
being the boss' sister."

Rachel
stood up.

"I
thought he was the best man in the world. How could I have been so
stupid? How could one night with you feel more amazing than anything
I ever had with him? I wasted so many years of my life with a man I
never should have been with."

Cliff
took a step closer to her.

"I
don't care who your ex is, Rachel," he said. "I had a great
time with you. Please don't think I sleep with women on the first
date either. That is not like me. There is something special about
you. I've never done anything like that before. I am always careful
who I spend time with. I know it sounds crazy, but I can't just let
you walk out of my life without seeing where this can go."

"You
really fired him?" she asked. "He's going to make my life
hell if he finds out I told you about him and his secretary."

"My
firing him had nothing to do with you. It had everything to do with
him breaking my rules. It does have something to do with the fact
that he did that with my sister. She's much younger than he is. I'm
not a fan of cheating. I will definitely be talking to her. It would
be in his best interest never to try and make your life hell again.
I'm a very laid back man. I can also be very passionate when it comes
to something or someone I care about."

"I
need to get back to my room. I don't want my friends to worry about
me. Thank you for everything last night. I would have never had that
much with them."

"Go
to dinner with me Friday night. That's all I ask. Give me one date.
You can't let him run your life. It's your life to live."

"I
need time to think," she said. "Please don't be upset with
me. I went way out of my comfort zone yesterday. I just need to think
about everything that's happened."

"I'm
leaving in a few hours. Will you text me when you leave and when your
plane lands?"

"I
will," she said. "Only if you text me as well."

Rachel
hugged Cliff and made her way back to her room.

Both
of Rachel's friends were asleep in the clothes they wore the night
before. She shook her head and laughed, thankful that she wasn't in
the same position. Rachel showered and changed before going
downstairs in search of lunch. She felt bad for the way she left
things with Cliff. It wasn't his fault her ex was an asshole. She was
eating a sandwich and watching people play slots in the casino when
her phone buzzed.

Cliff:
Getting ready to take off. Have a nice flight. I hope it's relaxing.

Rachel:
Enjoy your flight. Text when you land.

She
finished her lunch and sat down to play some slots. It wasn't as fun
without him there. He really had made her first Vegas trip pretty
amazing.

Her
friends fired off questions one after the next as soon as she opened
the door to her room. Rachel wasn't sure how much she wanted them to
know. They were there for her divorce party. She wasn't in mood to
bring up the subject of her ex. When they asked what Cliff did for a
living, she just told them he was a lawyer. They were excited to find
out that he lived in the same state and wanted to see her again.
Leaving out all of the other details, she began asking them about
their drunken night. Rachel knew it would get them off her back.

Rachel
watched the hotels go by one at a time on the way to the airport. She
knew she wanted to go back to Vegas one day. Next time, it would be
for at least three days. One was not nearly enough. She had the best
vacation of her life and was actually excited to begin her new life.

Rachel
stood at the airport kiosk with a confused look on her face. One of
the attendants walked over to her.

"Do
you need some help?" the man asked.

"I'm
trying to check us in," she answered, as she pointed to her
friends. "Something's not right."

"What
seems to be wrong?" he asked.

"It
says we have first-class seats. I had our seats chosen before. We
were in the back of the plane," she said.

The
man looked around and clicked on different things on the screen.

"Everything
looks right. The three of you are in first-class. The tickets were
changed earlier today. I wouldn't question it if I were you. Just sit
back and enjoy."

Jen
and Tina were super excited to have first-class seats. They made it
through security and found their gate. Rachel sat back with a coffee
and closed her eyes. Cliff's text from earlier came into her
thoughts. She sat up and went back to his text.

Cliff:
Getting ready to take off. Have a nice flight. I hope it's relaxing.

"He
bought the tickets," Rachel blurted out.

"What?
Who?" Jen asked.

"Cliff,"
she answered. "He sent a text earlier saying enjoy the flight. I
hope it's relaxing. Shit! He upgraded our tickets."

"You
better give him a thank you blow job when you see him again. Give him
one for each of us as well. I can give him my own if you want me to.
He was pretty damn hot," Tina said with a smirk.

"Don't
even think about it. You know that shit's not funny," Rachel
snapped.

Tina
laughed and stuck her tongue out. The three women sat around talking
and waiting for their flight. Rachel had never been on a first-class
flight before.

Just
as she was getting comfortable in her rather large and comfortable
plane seat, her phone buzzed with a text.

Cliff:
Plane just landed. I'm so ready to get home in my comfy bed. Where
are you?

Rachel:
Glad your flight went well. I bet your sheets are waiting for you.
Thank you so much. You have no idea how excited the three of us are
right now. We're like three kids at Christmas. I've never flown
first-class before. These seats are huge. Tina offered to thank you
personally. I told her that wasn't necessary. You shouldn't have done
that. I'm not the selfie kind of girl, but I did take one.

Cliff:
I'm glad you're happy. Relax and enjoy. Take advantage of the drinks
and food. I wanted you to be comfortable on the way back home, and I
didn't want to pull you away from your friends. Tell Tina it's not
necessary to thank me personally. I'm just happy you have them with
you. Flying alone stinks. Who knows, maybe next time I have to leave
I can take someone with me. Send me your selfie.

Rachel
laughed when she read his text. She quickly messaged him the picture
of her in her big chair.

Rachel:
No drinks for me. We're getting ready to take off. Be careful on your
way home.

Cliff:
Cute picture. Text when you land.

Rachel
turned her phone off, sat back, and relaxed the entire flight back.
It made her feel so good that Cliff thought about her and her comfort
on the flight.

Rachel
waited to text him until she was home, changed, and in bed. She
didn't want to wake him up in the middle of the night. It was around
six o'clock in the morning when she finally sent the text.

Rachel:
I didn't want to wake you up. I'm home and in bed. Were your sheets
waiting for you? Thank you for the amazing flight. That was the
sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you for thinking of
me like that.

By
the time he answered, she was half asleep and so happy she was on
summer break from school. There was no way she would have been able
to work feeling that tired.

Cliff:
I think I was happier to see my sheets than they were to see me. I'm
not a huge fan of hotel beds. You're welcome. It was no big deal. I
truly hope that is not the sweetest thing anyone has done for you. I
bet your sheets are feeling pretty good right about now too. I'm
getting ready for work. I have some business to take care of at the
office this morning.