<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/aa/b9/ff/aab9ff5e78b37456accee8f04110725f.jpg)</div>This really wasn't how he thought that the trip to Vegas was going to go.<br/><br/>Sure, when they sent him in, it was technically for work. Conventions on the sales of electronic equipment to be used in offices tended to be the epitome of much ado about nothing, but he had always managed to find some way to make it interesting. Usually it was hanging out with the rest of the salespeople, but this time, he felt like his focus needed to be a bit narrower, especially since he had made plans to meet up with Tess after the convention that they'd had the previous year.<br/><br/>Yes, he was here to work, but when people scheduled their conference to be in Vegas, they were expecting there to be some 'office workers gone wild'. Or if they didn't, he was giving them too much credit.<br/><br/>Even so, with all kinds of plans set up for the night, all of which would start with meeting her at a bar, Miles still found himself bound up, metaphorically speaking, with work.<br/><br/>It had all been going to plan in Conference Room C, right up until the moment that the speaker had made the mistake that pretty much every rookie speaker made: He opened the floor up for questions from the audience.<br/><br/>Sure, when you were dealing with a room of fifteen or so people, that might be a good idea, but upwards of fifty, and you were going to have problems of the 'this shit won't end, variety'.<br/><br/>He'd left Tess a message saying that he was going to be a little while, and all things considered, he would have to head back to his room, change and clean up a bit.<br/><br/>That or he could just meet her at the bar and invite her up to his bedroom for the changing and cleaning up a bit. Once again, that was only begging for it to go on for hour longer than it was intended to, but when it was just the two of them involved, he couldn't help but feel that it was worth it.<br/><br/>Miles drew his fingers through his hair and leaned back in his seat, finally, standing up when the speaker, who looked exhausted and like he'd learned his lesson, finally called the presentation to a close. A bunch of people stood up immediately, having other plans that they needed to get to, but others seemed like they had actually been engaged by the presentation and wanted to talk about it over the lukewarm coffee and stale pretzels that had been provided.<br/><br/>Miles was in the former category, and quickly moved through the crowd like he was on a mission.<br/><br/>"Hey, Miles!" one of the other salesmen called, grabbing him by the shoulder. "What did you think of the..."<br/><br/>"Oh, it was... just great, fantastic, I learned so much, will be upping my sales figures next year just from what I learned here," Miles replied, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice.<br/><br/>"Right?" the other man asked. "Hey, me and the guys were going to hit the tables later. You in?"<br/><br/>"Sorry..." Mike? James? Steve? "Sorry man, I've got plans. But tomorrow. And try not to hit on sixteen like a bitch again."<br/><br/>"You're never going to let that go, are you?" the man asked.<br/><br/>Miles shrugged his shoulders. "Not while we're still here. Seriously, got to go. Have a good one!"<br/><br/>He turned around and reached the door almost before anyone else did. He needed to get out before anyone else decided that Miles was worth talking to. If any of his bosses caught sight of him, he would be dragged to dinner with them too, and that was just not going to happen tonight.<br/><br/>He had other plans. Miles pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed a message out quickly to Tess' number.<br/><br/>"On my way."