Chapter One
Genre:
Erotic Romance | Contemporary | Mature (18+)
Tropes:
One Night Stand | Hired Companion | Threesome
Tone:
Seductive | Fast-Paced | Mature & Explicit
Mara's black stilettos tapped the gleaming marble floor of the luxury hotel as she stood outside the penthouse door.
Her dress was scandalously short, revealing just enough but not enough to tempt, and her red lips were daring.
It was not a discussion night. She wasn't here for drinks or a date. She got a job. But by two men, not one.
As she gazed at the silver numbers on the dark oak door, she let out a deep exhale and brushed a curl of hair behind her ear: Room 12, Penthouse. No names. No faces. A six-figure deposit, a room number, and the only directive, "Wear a red dress," were all included in the private message. And to knock just thrice.
Raising her hand, Mara tapped her knuckles against the wood once, then twice afterwards. After a lock clicked, the door slowly opened. Two men, not just one, were waiting for her.
The first was tall, shirtless, with storm-gray eyes that flicked down her body as if she were already naked. His posture was composed yet authoritative. Even dangerous.
With a drink in hand, the second relaxed against the distant wall. His dark locks fell over one eye, and his smile was sin, slack and self-assured. He simply raised his glass in a silent toast without making any immediate movements. They both remained silent.
Mara walked in.
The air was warm and heady with the scent of expensive cologne and something more primal. The penthouse was dimly lit with candles flickering, soft jazz humming from the sound system. The atmosphere was curated to seduce.
Mara was no amateur, though. She showed no signs of nervousness. With a small smile, she unbuttoned her jacket to show off her red lace below.
Her voice was honeyed as she continued, "You paid for the night." Let's not waste it, then.
Grey Eyes, as she called him in her mind, moved in closer and ran a finger over her collarbone.
"We're not rushing."
"But we are," Curly Hair remarked in a light-hearted tone.
"Darling, you're already a walking temptation. I might just act inappropriately.
Mara's heartbeat raced. She was more excited than she would confess by the mystery of what they wanted, the excitement of the unknown, and the feeling of two sets of eyes on her.
Slowly, as if she owned the room, she stepped farther into it. Their eyes devoured every inch as they followed.
She came to a halt before the couch. Who goes first, then?
Curly Hair downed his glass and laughed. "That is the night's most important question.
"Or perhaps we begin together." Grey eyes whispered in a hush tone.
There was no nervousness. No rush. Just the heat. Her thigh was caressed by one hand. Her waist was traced by the other. The chemistry was fast and explosive.
Mara cocked her head, allowing one man to kiss her neck and the other to lightly touch her inner thigh with slow, careful fingertips. The environment became a whirl of banging ice, quiet moans and fast heartbeats.
"Tell me your names," she said in the midst of everything.
However, neither responded.
Because they weren't strangers. Tonight, they were her fantasy.
And everything was just getting started.