I need some Christmas cheer.” Jordy Murphy stood in front of the
mirror in his Las Vegas hotel room and groaned. He raked his fingers
over the top of his head. He’d cut his hair the week before and
still wasn’t sure about the new look. The shorter ’do was too
severe. He preferred the longer, floppy style with highlights
streaked into his blond hair. The change wasn’t awful, just
different—and he’d be able to hide it under a Santa hat anyway.
He adjusted his tie, emblazoned with snowballs, then smoothed out
the suit coat. He snorted. The outfit was rather formal for clubbing
in Vegas, but he wasn’t headed to just any club on any given night.
This was Christmas Eve. According to the e-invite he’d received, he
was to go upstairs to Club49 for the holiday extravaganza. Fifty
bucks a head with all drinks and a buffet included as well. Unless
the unnamed item had the name of the club emblazoned on it, he’d
re-gift to his brother or sister.
He turned away from the mirror and fiddled with the band on his
smart watch. The device had been the best investment and his
Christmas present to himself. He’d inputted his identification and
credit card information so he wouldn’t have to worry about losing
his wallet at the party. As he swiped across the screens on his
watch, he noticed an image. His breath clogged in his throat.
Allyson Benson. According to her email, she’d be in Vegas at the
same party. She’d been the reason he’d decided to duck out of
Cleveland in favor of the lights in Sin City. Was she really waiting
upstairs? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he wanted her in his stocking
The lights on the Strip flashed in his hotel room. He’d left the
curtains for his bank of windows open. The play of color calmed him.
He strolled over to the wall of glass and gazed out at the strip
below. No snow, unlike Cleveland and northern Ohio. Back home, his
favorite state was buried in a foot of the white stuff. He glanced
up at the sky, expecting to see stars, but there were none. He liked
For a moment he wondered if there was any peace on the Strip. There
probably wasn’t much silence back home. He shuddered. He loved his
brother and sister-in-law as well as his sister and brother-in-law.
Hell, he’d been the best man in both of his brother Corey’s
weddings. He shook his head. Only Corey could fuck up his love life
and still come out on top. Katie, Corey’s wife, had more patience
than a saint to put up with Corey and to marry him twice.
Jordy pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe it was the jet lag from
the long flight or the time change, but part of him wished he wasn’t
going to the party. A tiny bit of him wanted to be home with his
family—despite the fact that they drove him berserk. He wasn’t about
to listen to more baby talk or help his sister and brother-in-law
decide on baby names. So they were going to make him an uncle?
Wonderful, but he didn’t give a shit what they named the kid. Was
that bad? Did that make him an awful uncle? Oh well.
Something his father said came to mind. “Never stick with one woman
and never let anyone tie you down.” His father certainly lived by
that motto. Each of his children was created with a different woman.
When Dear Old Dad showed up for a family gathering, he had a new
female on his arm.
At least his family wouldn’t be in Vegas for Christmas.
Thinking about children and relationships made his head ache. This
was Christmas. He should be wanting to get together, not shove them
all aside. He wasn’t good at relationships and loved his somewhat
easy life. He spent a lot of time on his own. Being alone was great
to a degree—he didn’t have to answer to anyone and could do things
at his own pace. He didn’t have to worry about letting someone down.
Sometimes, though, he wanted to share his life with someone.
His thoughts traveled to Allyson again. He sat on the bed and stared
at her picture on his watch. He liked her and liked the way she fit
in his arms. He dreamed about her kiss. Her laugh always brought him
out of a bad mood. She’d been the one to suggest the trip and even
gave him space. She was good for him and smart to boot.
So why wasn’t he with her in her room? Or in adjacent rooms? Because
she’d claimed she didn’t want to intrude on his life if he decided
to hook up with someone else for the holidays.
What if Allyson was the hottie he wanted to
snuggle up with for Christmas? She could be the woman who played
with his Yule log. He snorted. What a bad joke. He wasn’t huge, but
he made do with what the good Lord had given him. Allyson seemed to
like his dick. He smoothed his hand over the growing bulge in his
pants. He wanted to find Allyson, bring her to his room and decorate
her in whipped cream for the holidays. She liked to use toys in the
bedroom. Maybe they could find a twenty-four hour sex shop and buy a
little more Christmas cheer.
His phone beeped, bringing him out of his mini-fantasy. He sighed.
He needed to head upstairs to the party, but he couldn’t get her out
of his brain. What if she wasn’t there? What if Allyson paired off
with someone else? He wasn’t sure he wanted to see her with another
man. He’d kept things casual with her, so he only had himself to
blame if she did decide to dump him for good.
He’d worry about her later. She might not be there, but there was a
chance she’d come to Vegas and wanted to heat up the holidays with
Jordy stood and removed the
Santa hat long enough to don the mask. Wearing a
masquerade mask for the duration of the party seemed
a little much, but whatever. He unzipped and
loosened his belt. He needed to tuck his keycard
into the little pocket inside his dress pants. Jordy
locked his keys and wallet in the room safe, then
strolled out of the room in the direction of the
elevator. He pressed the button and while he waited
for the car, he noted the eight doors in the hallway
leading to various rooms. Getting a suite proved to
be smart and secluded. He had more room and fewer
people to deal with in the elevator. Would he run
into Allyson? He hoped so.