What Happens in Vegas...: A Jane Vodka Cocktail Romance

By Jane Vodka

Jane Vodka's Cocktail Romances are perfectly mixed tales that shouldn't take any longer to read than it takes you to drink your cocktail.
Because it doesn’t always have to be all about sex or even about sex at all...

What Happens in Vegas

Samantha's trip to Vegas gets off on the wrong foot when her friend breaks an ankle and can't go, but Sin City has adventure in store for Sam anyway!

Romance short story under 10k words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jane Vodka
• Release date: Jan 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463757482

Jane Vodka

So, as you may have guessed, my name is not Jane Vodka. Duh. No one is ever born with a cool name like that! Except maybe Jim Beam. Or Jack Daniels. But I think I'm having my midlife crisis, and I needed something to do, so I decided to move into the 21st century and air all of my dirty laundry in public, electronically. I'm hoping it will be very therapeutic. (I tried a therapist once. That was not therapeutic. That cost a crap-load of money to have someone sit there and agree with me until I brought someone else in, then they sat there and agreed with them! Screw that noise!) Unfortunately, I still have to live with the people who piss me off, so I can't afford to piss them off. Hence the Cool Name. So, like I said, my name is not Jane Vodka. But I wish it was... I would have married Mr. Vodka, given the chance.

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Jane Vodka's Cocktail Romances are perfectly mixed tales that shouldn't take any longer to read than it takes you to drink your cocktail.

Because it doesn’t always have to be all about sex, or even about sex at all...

Jane Vodka

What Happens In Vegas...

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Electronic Edition January 2020

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First Electronic Publication January 2020

PART ONE

What the hell do you want from me?

I sipped my Long Island iced tea and tried to ignore the hysterical woman waving her hands and screaming at her husband. She wore a painted-on one-piece strapless dress that threatened to snap loose and explode up her thighs and down off her breasts into a roll around her waist. The ring on her finger was big enough to throw her off balance as she gesticulated, so I assumed they were married.

I pushed the spin button and lost another sixty-five cents into the Purple Unicorn slot machine in front of me.

It was hard not to keep looking at the couple. He was sitting in one of the chairs at a bank of slot machines caddy-corner from me, and she was pacing around him like a wolf looking for an opening to lunge at his throat.

The loud electronic dinging noises of somebody winning a jackpot somewhere nearby temporarily drowned out her husband’s reply. I felt bad for him. He looked like he was trying hard to remain patient and calm, as though this was an old argument he had been through too many times before. His short, dark, curly hair was mussed from repeatedly running his fingers through it in frustration. His expensive looking shirt was ruffled and unbuttoned, and his suit jacket was forgotten, draped over the back of the stool he sat on.

The noise from the winning slot machine finally stopped as the woman began pointing at other women walking by. Her? How about her? Or her? The woman’s voice was loud enough to