Two Nights in Vegas by Olivia Gaines Page A

of her needs, “I can even be on call if that’s how you want to work this out.” Nadine had no words.  She pointed to the door silently encouraging him to use it, while wishing that Gerald would die a horrible death. Now Nadine was also wondering how her breakup with Assface had gotten back to the office so fast; then she smelled the flowers.
    Her dumbass boyfriend had sent her flowers with a note that said, “Sorry babe, we need to see other people.” Why did he write the note when he had just left the hospital and told her the same thing in person?  That idiotic assistant who had screwed up the lunch orders must have also informed everyone in the office that she had been dumped.
    Her boss, Rolland Deasley walked into her office and asked for the Mitchell report. “You know it was due at one, right?”
    She lost it.
    She began her rant about the old lady cutting her off before she entered the expressway.  Nadine yelled at him about the fruit stand she ran into to avoid hitting the old biddy.  Then there was the citation, the towing of her car, the old haggard calling her a bitch, having to catch the bus to work only to be poisoned, she yelled it again out the door so everyone could hear her, “POISIONED BY A MORON!”
    Her boss was now sandwiched against the wall, eyes wide, and shocked by the transformation of his cool as a cucumber right hand.  She continued her rant about the reaction to the shot, her insipid boyfriend, the cute doctor she would never have a chance with, and she even pulled up her skirt as she showed him her hot pink granny panties! Nadine continued to yell at Mr. Deasley and informed him that she would be filing a suit against Gerald in marketing for sexual harassment, but gave a bit of a pause as she lowered her skirt. Technically, she was flashing her boss, which was also considered sexual harassment.   Nadine no longer gave a flying font, she was all in and going for broke.
    “Then you waltz your happy ass in here and ask me about a report that was due at one?”  She snatched her keys, her purse and the backup Three Musketeers bar she kept hidden in her drawer, “I sent you the report two days ago.  If you weren’t so busy with your tongue down Jennie’s throat you would have seen it!”
    She politely informed him that she was taking the rest of the week off.  She needed a vacation and was headed off to Vegas to drink too much, be inappropriate and find some bruiser to lick her until she cried for her Mamma.  Two pats of her unraveled, lopsided chignon and she headed for the door.
    “And Mr. Deasley,” she said as she ripped open the candy bar, “if I still have a job next Monday, that is when I shall be back.”
    Head high in the air, she marched towards the door, shot Doris a bird with her middle finger, told Gerald he would be hearing from her attorney, and gave the assistant the stank eye.
    Her mouth was chocked full of the candy bar as she pushed open the outer doors, yelling at passerby’s, “Las Vegas, here I come!”
     
     
Chapter Two
     
    N adine had packed three nightclub outfits, a little black dress, and six pairs of trashy underwear and was headed to the airport.  Tuesday and Wednesday, after getting matters straight with her car, she spent some well-placed time finding the right hotel at the right price, arranging ground transportation, as well as a flight. The great thing about living in L.A., there was always a cheap and quick flight to Vegas. If her car wasn’t crumpled and covered with vegetables, she would have opted to drive the four hours across the desert just to clear her head. The insurance company had been magnificent and had the car towed to a repair shop and it would be ready on Monday.
                  Another fantastic perk about a flight to Vegas, was that everyone was in a great mood, even for a Thursday morning. There was always a convention in town with horny men looking for something hot to snuggle up with for an evening.