What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Not when I can't forget the feel of his body against mine.
I'm a wedding planner. Weddings are what I do.
Hot nights in Vegas hotel rooms are not.
It starts on my first day when the playboy heir pranks me.
Logan Thompson is hot as sin.
I try to ignore him, but he won't let up.
Rich boys and their egos.
I'm sent to Vegas to book a high-end client.
Surprise, surprise. Logan shows up.
I don't know whether to jump him or throttle him.
A little alcohol and the private pool deck changes everything.
Now Logan won't stay away.
And I don't know if I want him to.
Time to hit pause. I don't want to lose this job.
But sneaking around almost feels like a drug.
One I don't want to let go of.
If we get caught, I'm toast.
A sensible person would shut this down.
Maybe I'm not as wise as I thought.
