Neither was true. I provided company, not sex. That had always been my rule – Leo knew it, which was why he’d confirmed this evening didn’t include anything dodgy.
“Can I get you a drink?” Andy asked, and I nodded, eager to have some way to occupy my hands. From the glasses dotted over the table, the other women had been here a while and were already a few shots ahead.
“Um, a white wine spritzer?” I asked demurely, suddenly feeling ridiculously shy. The blonde beside me snickered and elbowed the brunette. I heard her give a snort.What the fuck is their problem?Surely we were all there for the same reason? Just business. It wasn’t as if I was waiting for Andy to hand me a rose or anything.
I aimed a radiant smile their way, determined not to mimic their catty attitudes. Neither one of them was looking, because both were staring open-mouthed at something across the room. I turned to look in the same direction, and felt my mouth hang open too.
Holy mother of all things fuckable!
I felt my inner slut stand up and wave her underwear. Which was an absolute first for me – for obvious reasons, I’d never been the type to get hot and bothered over guys. But heading toward us was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes upon. Tall, broad-shouldered and moving with the lithe grace of an athlete, he strode forward with the purpose of a prowling animal. I swallowed hard and reached for a glass on the table in front of me, not caring that it wasn’t my own.
“Hey!” the blonde snapped as I downed what must have been her vodka martini in one gulp.
“Ah!” Andy said, standing. “Look who’s back, at last.” The man-god had reached Andy’s side, sending a casual look our way and nodding once before returning his attention to our host. I strained to hear as he murmured something into Andy’s ear. Andy nodded and grinned then turned back to us. “Looks like we’re ready to get this party started, ladies,” he said jovially. “Sasha, this is my good friend, Alec.”
The man gave a slight smile and I felt a flood of warmth from my chest to a place deep between my thighs.Dear lord!
I rose a little, reaching out a hand in greeting – Andy had introduced himself this way, so I gathered it was expected of me now. The god named Alec reached out and clasped my fingers briefly. As our skin brushed, I sucked in a breath as the contact surged through me like an electric shock. With his closeness came a scent that could only be pure pheromones. Something earthy and musky rode in on the fragrance of high-end cologne. If he could bottle that stuff, he’d make a killing, no doubt about it.
“Please,” he murmured in a voice like dark chocolate, “don’t get up on my account.” His smile broadened slightly…veryslightly…and the angels freaking sang. I dropped back into my seat with a little thud, ignoring the muttering of the woman beside me.
“I was just about to get the ladies a fresh round of drinks,” Andy was saying. “Sasha just got here, so she’s still dry, poor dear.” He winked at me.
Dry? Who’s dry?I was sure I could feel my panties clinging to me. My mouth was tingling too, and I remembered the martini I’d chucked back in a rush. The fiery alcohol was making my head buzz already, and I hoped Alec hadn’t noticed me drinking it.
“Oh, we can’t have that now,” Alec said. Despite the lightness of his words, his eyes were sharp and roved over me in a way that made me want to squirm. It was like being caressed by emeralds. I’d never seen such an intense shade of green. Combined with his heady male scent, it was like a recipe for some wild kind of aphrodisiac. I wanted to lean in close and take a deep breath against his throat.
He raised a hand casually and a server appeared from nowhere, nodding eagerly as Alec said something to him quietly.
“Don’t get your hopes up, bitch,” the blonde beside me hissed in my ear. “I saw him first. I call dibs.” I blinked and tried not to stare at her. Alec had taken up a seat beside Andy and he fixed each of us with a cool look in turn. I shifted in my seat. The brunette didn’t seem to mind the attention, and I noticed as she let the hem of her tiny crimson skirt ride up her thighs, and spread her knees slightly.
If Andy was planning a group sex romp, it didn’t look like my companions would take too much convincing.
Who was I kidding? Maybe for the first time ever, I wouldn’t take much convincing either. I licked my suddenly dry lips and felt my nipples puckering against the fabric of my dress.
Oh please…please… stop!
Oh my god, I just drenched my panties.
Chapter 13
Prince Walker
Perfect. She’s absolutely fucking perfect, I thought as I watched the way her rich auburn hair swung against the porcelain skin of her face. Even in the faded black dress – which may have passed for couture a decade ago – she was a knockout. But then again, she’d probably look good in a sack.
I watched the smooth line of her throat move as she swallowed and I felt a twinge of satisfaction. She was affected by me. I could tell. Not that this was unusual. Most women had this reaction to me. But with her… With her I hadn’t been quite sure. There was something guarded in her eyes. Innocent, despite the fact that she’d come here through an escort agency.
Not like the jaded girls who sat beside her. The dark-haired one had splayed her legs, apparently expecting me to be impressed by the glimpses of bare pussy she was flashing at me. That was not what I needed right now. After today’s bombshell of learning about Angelique’s betrayal, I’d almost convinced myself I needed a break from women. Andy had been dead set against that.Get back on the horse,was his motto. The thought of touching anyone other than Angelique sickened me. So when I called him unexpectedly, and told him of my plans, he’d jumped at the chance.
“You want to party with a group of whores, old boy?” he’d laughed out loud. That hadn’t actually been my plan; this was more of a…fact-finding mission. But there was no need to keep him fully in the loop. A motion beside me drew my attention to where the server had returned, bearing an ice bucket containing a bottle of Krug. He brandished several champagne flutes, setting them on the table before us as he turned to expertly uncork the bottle.
“Ooh! Champagne!” the blonde girl squealed and leaned forward, deliberately exposing a healthy expanse of bare breast. Andy grinned and leered appreciatively.
I ignored her and reached for the first glass that was filled, then stood and handed it to the crimson-haired beauty. She smiled up at me shyly, eyes wide, and I felt a swirl of satisfaction. She was gazing at me like a fawn transfixed by the stare of a jaguar before it pounced. If ever I’d relished the idea of prey, it was now.
Yet somehow, I suspected she wasn’t going to be running from me, this fine gazelle of a girl. My eyes dropped to the long lines of her thighs; creamy skin, muscles lightly toned, as if she enjoyed walking. I imagined those thighs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her. Or better yet, spread wide as I delved to explore what lay between them.
Yes… Absolutely perfect.
