It's Complicated Ch. 10

"Nothing Jay, I'm sorry. It's just. We need..."

He was interrupted by the door buzzer. Just his luck. He would have to fess up another time.

She looked at Ryan with confusion in her eyes and called out, "Its open!"

Waylon looked past her to see Ryan sitting on the sofa and a pang of jealousy coursed through him when he noticed Ryan's comfortable body language. He looked at Ryan as the reason Jaylyn decided to stop sleeping with him. "Hey baby."

"Hey Waylon. Is there anything new?" She noticed Waylon go on the defense.

"Uh yea. We..." emphasis on the 'we'. "...are going to Vegas for a few days."

"Vegas! For what?"

"Do you remember when I told you about your book being sent out to a few important people?" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "Well one of them wants a meeting with you."

"Who?"

"I believe his name is Wesley Banks. He works primarily out of Vegas, or just outside of it. His secretary called today to confirm the meeting."

She wanted to be excited, but something was still bothering her.

"Waylon? Why are you going through all this trouble to get my book out? I've heard you with your other authors and you aren't doing any of this stuff for them."

"Miss James," She didn't like how he went from formal to informal it was unsettling. "If you think I am giving you special treatment, you're wrong. I come across many authors day in and day out and it is not often that I find one with as much potential as you. Not only that, Ann practically threatened my life if I didn't do everything in my power to make you a success. It wasn't in her means to, so she called on me. Simple."

"But what about your other..."

"Every person requires different attention. Like I said, you are not getting special treatment. I would have done it regardless of what Ann said."

Ryan cleared his throat and headed for the door. "See ya later Jay."

Lyn ignored him. She wasn't feeling his attitude and didn't really want to deal with him anymore. Whatever his problem was he was going to have to figure it out and get back to her. She didn't want him throwing off her buzz. She'd see him when she got back. That should be enough time for him to get it together.

"When do we leave?" She asked, her smile wide with excitement.

His smile matched hers, but Waylon was excited for a very different reason.

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She stepped out of the airport and into the dry heat of Vegas. She suddenly realized that she hadn't been on a vacation since...forever. Even if this was a 'business'trip.

"Please tell me that we're staying on the strip!? Wait let me rephrase that...We HAVE to stay on the strip! I mean this is Vegas. We can't not stay on the strip. It would be wrong."

He chuckled lightly, "I told you the meeting at his office is just outside of Vegas. If we stay on the strip that means an earlier start and I..."

"Waaylooon," She whined his name. "Please. Please, with sugar on top."

"Whatever you want baby." He felt like a fool for giving into her. Again.

She knew how he felt. She liked him too, but she couldn't be what he wanted, she needed to explain that to him.

"Thank you! You're the best." She kissed him on the cheek.

"Are you ready to sin, baby?" His eyes were dancing with suggestion.

"Where are we staying?"

"Your idea you pick?"

"Umm. What's your favorite?"

"No. I said you pick...without my input."

"Bellagio, The Venetian, Cesar's Palace...wait. How are we paying for it? We can split..."

He shook his head no. "Company card. Go crazy."

"The Palms it is."

"Good choice. Let's go."

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She looked around her room, when he said he was going to be using the company card she didn't expect him to max it out. Well at least by the looks of the room, he sure tried to. Everything was over the top fantastic. She never wanted to leave. It was like an apartment. The pool extended out from the building. It was straight out from a movie. She couldn't wait to hit the casino floor.

"So Miss James, how do you like your room?"

"I..wow."

"You deserve it."

"Waylon look, I need to get something off my chest." He leaned against the nearest wall with his arms cross over his chest. "I know we have a...different kind of relationship, but whatever happens here I'm afraid it won't be any more than what it is. It CAN'T be anymore than what it is. It's not that I don't like you or anything because I do, I'm just...not available."

"I understand."

She was dumbfounded. "What?"

"You're not ready. That's okay." He poured himself a drink.

"But, I don't want to..."

"I'm a big boy. I can handle myself."

"Oh?" She wished he wasn't so understanding. Maybe she should give him a try.

"If you're finished trying to protect my feelings there is something that I have been wanting to do to you since we landed."

She stood still, waiting as he closed the space between them and kissed her slowly coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer as his hands roamed her body. He reached the front of her jeans and in one swift motion he undid her jeans, pulling them down just enough to explore her heat. He swirled his fingers around her clit before he dipped inside of her.

"Waylon?"

"What baby?"

"I...I can't wait."

Knowing exactly what she meant her bent over the bar and gave her what they both wanted.

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Waylon spent the majority of the next day on the phone and on his laptop. His job never stopped. "Let's go, Fuller." She said.

He mouthed an apology letting her know that he was going to be nowhere near finished.

She decided to go off on her own. She was in Vegas there were people everywhere. He could work and find her later. First stop ATM, which shouldn't be hard to find because they were everywhere. It wasn't exactly nightlife time so the clubs could wait; she didn't want to go too far in case Waylon decided to hang up the phone.

The atmosphere surrounding her was unreal. There were high rollers, entourages and half naked girls and men everywhere. She walked through the casino and decided to get a full spa treatment, she worked hard and she deserved it.

As she walked pass the tables she was stopped by a group of girls.The pretty blonde spoke first, "Excuse me? Are you alone?"

"Why?"

"Well the casino wants an audience in the high rollers room and they only let us in by the pairs. There are only five of us. We just need one more to get in and you can leave whenever you want. Please?" She obviously really wanted this.

"Okay." She might as well have fun, while she was there. Couldn't hurt. "I'm in."

"Thank you!" The blonde pulled her by the arm and into the back room.

The room was dark in color and clouded thickly with smoke. It looked as if the girls were telling the truth only pairs were being let in. Apparently singles didn't fit the vibe they were trying to give off. There were three tables being used and all seats were filled. She couldn't make out anyone's faces because of the thick cloud of smoke. Her and her new friends were offered free drinks and they started chatting.

"Look! Look! There he is!" The redhead squealed.

"Where? I don't see him." The blonde asked stretching in every which direction trying to find the mystery man.

"Over there. He's walking this way. He's wearing a suit." The redhead answered fixing her hair and checking her clothes. "I hope he notices us."

"He has to. We look good." The brunette said.

"Who are you talking about? Brad Pitt?" Lyn said laughing at how shallow these girls are.

"Him!" The man walked by and glanced in their direction and paused as if he was deciding on which one to take.

He bought his fingers to his mouth and let out a loud sharp whistle and smiled. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. She still couldn't make out his face, but apparently one of the girls caught his eye. "Aw, don't make me come up there!"

Lyn jumped out of her seat, "Johnny!"

"You know it. Get over here." He held his arms out for her and she willingly ran into them.

"Look at you. Still breaking hearts."

"Naw. Still breakin' headboards is more like it. What the hell are you doin' in my town sweetheart?"

"Last I checked Texas was your town cowboy." She poked him in the chest.

"Where did you pick up your accent darlin'?"

Her eyes widened. "I don't have an accent."

"You do too." He missed teasing her.

"Do not. You're still the weird one." She flashed him a cheeky smile.

"You don't hear it. You must be spendin' time up in New York."

"Oh that." Lyn heard the girls behind her talking shit. "I think your groupies want your attention."

He looked over Lyn's head at the overdone girls. He chuckled lightly and surprised Jaylyn by kissing her square in the mouth. Then in one swift motion Johnny kicked Lyn's feet off from under her and threw her over his shoulders. All of the girls gasped simultaneously watching as Johnny and Lyn left the high roller room together laughing.

He carried her all the way across the casino floor and to a restaurant.

"You still eat steak darlin'?" He asked smacking her ass lightly.

"Is this how you treat all your women?"

"Just the ones I like. You stayin' to eat with me or not?"

"Yep. Can I walk now?"

"Shit no. You're mine for the night darlin'."

"Uh oh."

"Uh oh is right. You're gonna remember this trip."

She missed Johnny's playful ways. She almost completely forgot about Waylon...until he was standing in front of Johnny demanding answers.

"Darlin', please tell me you don't know him and if you do tell me it's okay to whip his ass." He put her down on her feet.

"Waylon? What are you doing down here?" She was confused and upset; she really wanted to spend the evening with Johnny.

"We came together, remember." He was clearly upset.

"No, I mean, I thought you were going to spend the night working from the room."

"Well I'm sorry to mess up your plans," He looked directly at Johnny now. "...but I thought I'd take you out tonight, but I see you found a replacement."

Johnny's hands twitched at his side, Lyn didn't remember him being so short tempered or so big. He towered over Waylon with no problem. "You got it all wrong Waylon." She saw him clench his fists.

"Watch yourself Waylon." Johnny must have seen it too.

"Johnny stop."

"Yes Johnny stop." Waylon spat the words out.

"Waylon you stop too. Are you trying to provoke him?"

"I don't care about provoking some guy you just met. I just didn't realize the kind of girl you were." He went past being upset to being hurt.

"Fuck you." She stepped between the men and turned to face Johnny. "Let's go, John. You promised me a steak."

They walked away leaving Waylon in the middle of the casino floor. She would deal with him later...If there was a later.