Her Wanton Ways [Notorious Nephilim 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page A

turned hopeful as his gaze lingered, but a flash of red distracted him, and he moved his gaze away from the blonde’s bright smile.
    Cristian stared at the redhead sitting by the windows looking over a menu. The color of her hair reminded him of the maples out front, blazing with fire. She had it styled into a soft bob that framed her face, and one stray curl fell over her left cheek. Cristian was seized with a sudden urge to move that lock of hair aside and kiss her porcelain skin.
    As if she sensed him staring at her, she lifted her gaze, and he nearly gasped. Her eyes were the color of emeralds, clear and intelligent. His dick grew rock hard. His shoes were rooted to the spot. He wanted to cross the room and join her, but he couldn’t seem to move.
    “Cristian.” Blade’s voice, booming suddenly from behind him, startled him. “How’s it going tonight?”
    Blade clapped him on the back then moved past him. When the redhead saw Blade, she smiled brightly. Hellfire . How had he missed this gorgeous girl, and why was she having dinner with Blade?
     
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    As Blade crossed the room toward where Joelle sat, he ignored the lustful looks several women gave him. Tonight he only had eyes for one girl. His dick had been painfully hard since leaving her in her suite, and he’d nearly gone back as soon as she shut the door behind him. She’d been that ready—he knew it. He could always tell when they were.
    The guests came here knowing exactly what to expect. He’d been intrigued when she told him she read about this place in a magazine. It had to be a piece in a nudie mag since they didn’t advertise, and the current journalistic culture would never print an article in a mainstream magazine about an exclusive club that offered their unique services.
    “I’m glad you didn’t stand me up,” said Blade, pulling his chair around so he could straddle it backward. The scent of White Shoulders drifted toward him. Nice . He loved the smell of fine perfume on a beautiful woman. She’d changed her dress to something more suitable for evening, but Blade was more interested in what she looked like without her clothes. That fiery red hair would look stunning against the gold pillowcases on her bed.
    She gave him a sly smile over the top of the menu. “I don’t believe I’ve ever stood anyone up.”
    Oh, she was a firecracker—no doubt about it. Blade practically squirmed in his seat.
    “What do you recommend?” she asked, laying aside the menu.
    “A drink, for starters. You look parched.”
    Blade turned around to signal a waiter and frowned when he spotted Cristian sauntering toward the table. He’d assumed Cristian would sit at one of the other tables where plenty of women hungry for more than the gourmet food waited, but he was making a beeline for them instead.
    Blade finally caught a waiter’s eye and motioned him over. “What’ll you have?” he asked Joelle.
    “Rum and Coke.”
    “Bring me a bottle of Jim Beam,” said Blade.
    “A whole bottle?” Cristian pulled out a chair and sat across from Blade, uncomfortably close to Joelle. “Planning on getting drunk?” He glanced at the waiter. “Rum and Coke, no ice.”
    “That’s my drink, too,” said Joelle, smiling.
    “Really?”
    “I’ve liked them since high school when my friends and I would sneak booze out of the house and park behind the Discount Mart.”
    “Sounds boss.”
    Blade glared at Cristian. This wasn’t the first time he’d tried to muscle in on Blade’s action.
    Cristian stuck out his hand. “Cristian Neville. One of the owners.”
    Joelle shook his hand, and Blade watched as her eyes clouded over with surprise and confusion for a second, then softened into lust. It was the same thing, every time. All the babes fell for Cristian’s easy charm.
    “Joelle Albright.”
    “Pretty name, Joelle. What does it mean?”
    She chuckled. “Well, it means Jehovah is God, but the reason I have it is because my father was convinced