Oh, his skin was perfectly uninked. He had never had the drive to be guy with tattoos and piercings. That was something too permanent, and a lot could change between him being 20 and him being 40. He considered it to be a form of art, but could never bring himself to get one. Now that he was a model, it was even more difficult. Teresa could be a hawk when she wanted to, and her first concern after she knew he had been in a car accident was, besides if he was okay, if he had gotten any scars from it.
“Stars are aligning, indeed.” He agreed, sipping more rum and thinking that hopefully things would go back to normal. “Oh, did you? Me too. So I decided to come here to give myself a well deserved break before I go for another try.” He hadn’t been to strip club in ages, truth be told. Not that he needed that – he could get laid anytime he wanted, but still. Why would he go to Vegas and not visit a strip club? That would make no sense. “After all, this has always been a great club.” Since he had first gotten there, it hadn’t disappointed him a bit.
Plus, Bella has this weird sex drive and she was almost rejoicing with that place. Weird.