Chapter 69

But that night wasn't about the future. It was about carnal lust for the present. And Nicole had helped me arrange a surprise that would fulfill a fantasy so great, I never knew how badly I craved it. It had been her idea, but I immediately acquiesced. After dinner, with the help of Nicole's accomplice on the Picasso staff, Kat and I were allowed to watch the fountain show from a secluded corner at the far side of the patio, out of sight from any tables and only visible from the Strip side of the Bellagio Fountains if you were looking for us, which you almost certainly weren't.

The show lasted about four minutes and took place every fifteen minutes at that time of night on the weekends. We had about thirty minutes undisturbed. I put my arms around Kat as we waited for the fountain show to start. I kissed her neck, and she tried to push me off.

"No one can see us, baby," I said. "I set this up for us."

"You did?" she said.

I nodded and pushed her forward, so s