Eva's POV

Two hours later, I walk across the lobby to find a very fine looking Kris standing next to a black G-Wagon waiting for me.

I couldn't help but notice the black silk scarf dancing in his hands. "What do you have there?" I ask curiously.

"Turn around." he commands. "I promise I'm not kidnapping you." I obey and close my eyes as he ties the scarf around my eyes. "Can I grab your hand?" he politely asks. I love a gentleman who always asks for consent! I nod. He takes my hand and slowly walks me closer to the car. I hear him unlock his car and open the door. He gently guides me inside the car slowly sitting me down on the smooth and great-smelling leather. I sense him cautiously reach for the seat belt and buckle it in for me. I feel his body leave the car and close the door. I'm going to guess that he's going to get into his seat. Within a few seconds, I hear him open the door on the driver's side. He closes the door, buckles his seatbelt, and starts the engine. Curiosity is vibrating all over my skin!

Kris' POV

I watch her exit the main lobby as she approaches the car. She is wearing a tight fitting smart suit that accentuates her ultra feminine body in all the right places. Who knew a woman could look so sexy in a pantsuit! I just want to do one thing: cancel the entire afternoon and take her back upstairs to my bedroom. It takes all the strength in the world to master my basic raw instinct by the time she gets close to me. As I tie the blindfold around her eyes, it takes all the discipline within me to restrain all the dark and provocative desires that this she-wolf stirs within me. No one has ever had that kind of power over me, and she is not even trying to seduce me. She is just allowing me to roam my fingers over her skin. I promised her to show her my Vegas and that's exactly what I intend to do.

I slowly and carefully place her into the passenger's seat and buckle her seatbelt. If I make any sudden moves, I'd pick her up and unleash myself onto her in my penthouse. As I approach my seat, I take deep breaths to combat my wolf's parched urges. I take one last deep and long breath before opening the door and slipping into my seat. I tightly grip onto the steering wheel as I feel the flames radiating from her body whip my entire chest and face. Come on.... you can do this. I can, right? Yes... yes, I can. So I buckle my seatbelt, ignite the engine, and take off.

31 minutes later, we arrive at the first surprise location. One of my favorite places in Nevada is the site of Ugo Rondinone's Seven Magic Mountains. I like to think of it as Stonehenge, but artsy, edgy, and cool. Not that the original Stonehenge isn't cool, but at least you can walk around this one without fear of damaging ancient history.

I would also like to point out that this also attracts a lot of attention for the so-called "aesthetic" so let's hope there are not too many Instagrammers... or TikTokers. Technically it's a school and workday so there shouldn't be as many people as there might have been over the weekend... we'll see. 

The more I look at Eva, the more I am regretting the decision of blindfolding her as it is now awakening tons of dark and forbidden desires within me. I just played myself.

We pull over and I gently help Eva out of the car. "This is the most mysterious thing I have ever undergone." "Just you wait." I say as I undo the blindfold. She opens her eyes and gasps. I always get slightly nervous when I hear a gasp, so I look around to see her face. She's smiling, thank Moon Goddess!

"I've seen this all over Instagram! I didn't know it was here!"

Ha. I mentally pat myself on the back as she moves closer to admire the rainbow boulders.

"Do you want me to take a picture of you?" I never thought I'd ever ask that question, but it just slipped out despite the fact I would never partake in that action myself. 

"No. I'll think I'd rather absorb this with my own eyes. The world doesn't need to know what I'm doing." Huh. From the time I've met the Swiss werewolf that created this installation until this moment, this is the first person I've seen take that same approach of just observing. That's refreshing.

"Shall I lead the way?" I offer. "Lead you shall." she wittingly responds. 

We walk along the first tower and take our time to absorb the multicolored vastness before moving on and doing the same to the remaining six towers. I picked up the habit of pretending to be a sponge with art pieces after taking a museum studies and mindfulness course in college. I don't know if Eva did as well, but we were silently in sync with each other. I don't have to nudge her and she does not have to nudge me. She is literally the perfect museum and gallery partner.

"This..." she observes, "...Is like my personal vision of Stonehenge."

"Mine too!" I exclaim.

Thanks. Moon. Goddess.

"If you love this, I have a feeling that you'll enjoy what I have in store next." I remark.

"Where are we going?"

I smirk as I pull the blindfold from my jacket and motion for her to turn around. She does, and I blindfold her once again. Before leading her back to the car, she reaches and pulls me towards her. Her surprise kiss on my cheek leaves me wanting more right then and there.

"Thanks, Kris!" she seductively says. Could her voice be any more sensual? That simple action from her sets me on fire!

About 24 minutes later, we arrive at The Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. Now, before you judge me and call me out for being potentially lame, I just want to put out there that I am not basic. I am spicing things up a little bit by giving her the werewolf's tour. I happen to know a thing or two about a thing or two about unknown werewolf history and its relationship to the wax figures in the museum. And since we're two witty beings of the same species, why not woo her with some trivia?

I managed to get the museum to close for the general public so that I could give a werewolf-friendly tour without humans overhearing. Don't ask me how.

"Are you familiar with the Rat Pack?" I ask her as I gesture at the respective statues. She nods. I smirk and raise my eyebrow. It takes a couple of seconds for it to click in her head but when it does, her jaw drops. "No way, Frank Sinatra and the boys were werewolves?" she whispers. "Get out of here."

"I'm just getting started" I state as I skim through the figures scattered throughout the room.

We don't have political and royal figures at this particular museum. You'll have to go across the pond to brush shoulders with royal wax figures. We do, however, as I explain to Eva, have a certain king of a certain music genre with a penchant for the city representing our species. I'll let you take a wild guess.

Eva approaches this particular figure and takes a hard look at him. She shakes her head. "You know, I'm not even surprised." She wanders around the rooms full of significant pop culture figures. Some are dead, but most are still young and alive. "Who else?" she inquires. I look around the room and simply answer with "You'll have to go to the Hollywood Museum to find out."

"Damn!" she exclaims. "Any living?"

I smile. "Here's the thing, Eva. I want to tell you, but I can't verbally confirm anything without getting sued." She playfully sighs.

"What drew you to this place?" she asks me.

"All of the aforementioned werewolves were able to succeed in their fields, particularly here in Vegas, by assimilating into the human world." I answer.

"Why here? Why Las Vegas?" she asks again.

"This city attracts the most daring, the most interesting, and quite frankly, some of the weirdest people in the world. A few werewolves having fun and mingling with the human world wouldn't hurt anyone. Besides, we built this town." I state.

She nods in deep genuine interest. "Huh. I did not know that. That would explain a lot. "

We both chuckle at the comment.

"Oh Kris, you have no idea how much I'm enjoying this surprise tour of yours! I wish we had an entire month to do this!" she exclaims as she rushes to me and gives me a tight affectionate hug. Oh boy, here we go again. The sensations triggered by her touch is rolling all over me like a tsunami. As if the moon goddess herself takes pity on me, Eva says the following: "All of this wonderful touring is now making me hungry."

"I have just the place for you." I say to her as I internally thank the moon goddess for coming to my rescue.

"The last surprise of the night is at The Golden Triangle-" I try to make out before she interrupts, saying "AT THE VIVALDI HOTEL & RESORT?! OH MY MOON GODDESS! OH, KRIS, YOU ARE A GOD! I HAVE BEEN DREAMING TO EAT THERE!"

Just to see her jump up and down with so much happiness is like a drug to my senses, and I was going on overdrive at this point as she hugs me with such glee. I chant a silent mantra to restrain myself from unleashing myself onto her in this museum before we head outside.