“Now, let’s all get showered so you men can show me the sights of Paris at night.” Vani climbs off the bed and turns to us.
I just want to sleep now after the long flight and the epic sex, but I won’t do that to her. Tired, but happy to see how excited she is, I push myself off the bed.
“I’ll help you get cleaned up,” Lex says to Vani.
He trots off after her like an eager pup. He loves the aftercare part. Me, I like some alone time after I’ve had my brains fucked out.
I look at the mess we’ve made of the bed.
“Go, take a shower. I’ll clear up,” Saint says.
I nod once and head off to get ready.
CHAPTER 9
Vani
I usethe bedroom which contains my bag to get showered and dressed in private so the men won’t see me until I’m ready. My black dress has long sleeves, and is down to my ankles, but it’s incredibly fitted, like a damn glove, with two cut outs at the waist, which is what makes it so sexy. I pair it with some high heeled boots. The red sole is decadent and showy, but Saint bought me these and I love them.
I have a thick gold necklace around my neck, and a gold bracelet at my wrist. It’s retro looking, eighties style, which is super popular right now, except the ones I’m wearing aren’t costume jewelry, they’re real gold. Saint bought them for me to wear in Paris.
My purse is small, on a chain strap, just big enough to fit my phone and a lip gloss. I spritz some perfume and fluff my hair, then step out into the hallway, and head to the stairs.
The rumble of voices comes from the main living room. As I walk down the stairs, I marvel once more at all the incredible Christmas decorations. We used to go big on Christmas at the motorcycle club, with lots of decorations, and some of the guys would put tinsel on their bikes. Every year, there’d be a charity run, and some members would dress as elves when we’d takepresents to underprivileged kids and kids in the hospital. But this is something else. These decorations are expensive. The trees are absolutely massive. It’s a million miles from the tinsel and inflatable Santas that were my childhood Christmases.
For a moment, I get an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. One year, I’d like to spend Christmas at the club with my men, but I’m not sure how it would go down, with either side of the equation.
Stepping into the larger living room, I smile as I get the attention of all my men at once. They’re dressed smartly, dark jeans, nice shirts, and with the big tree lighting the room with a warm glow, it makes my stomach flip in a happy way.
“Well, look at you.” Saint’s gaze roams up and down my body.
I know I look good. The dress might be simple and classy, but the cutout section is genius. The whole design flatters me with the way it cuts low on the chest, has paneling over the stomach to cinch me in, and flares out again over my hips to hug my legs as it falls to my ankles.
“Fuck me.” Lex shakes his head. “Your body should be illegal, Vani.”
I flush with pleasure at his compliment. Loving my curves the way I do now makes me feel happy in my own skin, and my men’s appreciation only makes that all the better.
“Where are we eating?” I ask.
“First things first, we want to show you something.”
Lex grabs my coat from the stand by the door, and slips it over my shoulders. The men slide into various jackets, too.
Saint hooks his arm, offering it to me. I take it, and he leads me to the front door of the rental home. Outside, the limo is waiting for us once more.
Once we’re inside, we glide through the streets, and with everything lit up, it looks magical. Every single place I turn, I seemore beauty than before. It’s not long before the car draws to a stop and the door is opened for us by the driver.
“Thank you…” I pause, realizing I have no idea of his name.
“John,” he says with a British accent.
“Oh, you’re not French?”
He grins. “I’m both. My mother is French, and my father is British. I went to school in the UK.”
I’m about to say something else when Saint steps between us, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I resist the urge to giggle. The man is so possessive, and I guess John is quite handsome.
“Well, thank you, John.” I nod at him as Saint leads me forward.
