They say what happens in Vegas, stays there. Unfortunately for me, I live here now, thanks to a spontaneous deal I made with a friend over drinks and desperation. I can’t escape the sins of this city, and I certainly can’t undo sleeping with that same friend, who's also my new roommate. I blame him for that and the rest of the poor decisions I've made lately. It all started when Mason invited me to his male revue show. I showed up because I needed a fun night out more than a margarita needs tequila. But what I got was so much more than I bargained for. Wavy, tousled hair. Devilish eyes. And the mother of all fantasies: abs. So many chiseled, mouthwatering abs winking at me. On stage, Mason was nothing like the guy I’d come to know, and I enjoyed his unwavering attention on me a little more than I should have. I hadn’t been looked at like that in a while—or ever. How could I resist him? It was pure bliss being on the receiving end of his moves in private for a change. If only his talents were enough to ignore his history of hookups and one-night stands. There’s no way he could want anything lasting with me when he has his pick of Sin City. And he’ll definitely have to choose because I’m totally falling for my roommate.