EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
The peak before the plateau?
Saturday dawned with hangovers and greed. We lounged by the pool at the hotel, slathered in sunscreen, sipping mimosas while eyeing the parade of tanned bodies. A DJ spun beats, and we danced in our bikinis, hips swaying to the rhythm. Mel dared me to flirt with the lifeguard...a ripped guy with a tribal tattoo snaking down his abs. I did, batting lashes and laughing at his corny lines, but it was harmless fun.
By afternoon, we were at the High Roller, the world's tallest observation wheel, rising 550 feet above the city. The pod rotated slowly, Vegas sprawling out like a glittering toy set.