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  Mistress Menage

  Jenesi Ash

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  How many people can say they work for the sex? I’m guessing not many.

  I like being a mistress. It helps that Leon is handsome, filthy rich and very adventurous in bed. He provides me with money, a glamorous lifestyle and toe-curling sex. What more could a girl ask for?

  Well, a lot, actually. I have a list. Being a mistress to a multimillionaire sure isn’t what I thought it would be like. I knew about the expensive gifts and kinky sex. I hadn’t planned on the moments of sheer boredom.

  Yeah, I know. How does kinky sex and boredom mix?

  They don’t.

  Take right now, for instance. I’m in Las Vegas, where there are a hundred million things to do at any given moment. And don’t even get me started on the shopping. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  But am I shopping? Am I doing anything fun? Am I even having sex? No.

  I’m sitting in a corner, of all things, watching Leon play poker with his high-rolling friends. There are five very rich men at the table, chomping on cigars and drinking hard liquor as if it were water. They could do anything they want in the world and they’d rather sit in this elegant private room in a Las Vegas hotel and play cards.

  I just don’t understand millionaires, I decide as I quaff down the champagne, not caring about the vintage or expensive flute. All I care about is why I have to be here.

  I already know the answer: I’m window dressing. All the men at the card table know what I am. Some of them have their women sitting around, watching the game. A few of them are hookers and some are girlfriends. As I sat there for a few hours I slowly recognized the hierarchy.

  If the man has a young, beautiful woman on his arm, the other men look at him with respect. If that woman is accomplished—and by accomplished I mean posed as a centerfold—then the man’s worth goes up. And if the woman is infamous, then the man is something of a demigod.

  I haven’t figured out where I fit in the hierarchy. I have to add something to Leon’s worth because he is really into showing me off.

  I like being shown off like a brand new toy. There’s nothing quite like it, standing before high-powered men and having them wonder how good I am. They look me up and down, trying to imagine if I could fulfill their wildest fantasy. I probably could, for the right price.

  It fun watching the men’s eyes glaze over with lust and their tongues hang out. It’s almost equally as entertaining when their women don’t understand the rules of the game and glare at me.

  I get off on it. I admit it.

  But, unfortunately, the main attraction tonight is the card game. It doesn’t matter if I’m wearing fuck me shoes and the sexiest dress I own. I don’t know what to make of it. It’s really thrown me for a loop. I’m not used to being the sideshow and I don’t like it one bit.

  I prop my elbow on the bar and watch the poker game from the mirror. I can’t tell who’s winning. You’d think I’d figure out the rules of the game by now, but if it’s not about me, I don’t pay attention.

  Yet from the body language, Leon seems to be doing well. I hope it translates into a nice spending spree for me. It’s the least he can do while I’m on my best behavior.

  I look around the room and my gaze collides with Kyler Thorn’s. I feel the dark sexual energy shimmer between us. There is something very dangerous about the man that I find irresistible.

  I look away quickly and order another flute of champagne. Leon’s personal assistant gets under my skin. Can Kyler tell that I would have sex with him for free?

  Of course I don’t, mainly because I don’t give freebies. Also because he works for Leon. That makes him hands-off for me. I try to stay away from him, but he always seems to find me.

  I don’t have to glance in the mirror again to know that he’s approaching. The tingles in my spine warned me. I know I should get off the stool and avoid him, but I always seem to take the riskiest option. I guess it’s a quality all mistresses have.

  Kyler is standing right behind me. I can feel his body heat. I hold myself very still, my heart beating hard against my ribcage, as he leans down.

  “Amaris, are you playing the Lady Luck role tonight?” he says softly in my ear. His warm breath tickles my skin.

  “Leon doesn’t need luck,” I inform him frostily. “He’s all about strategy.”

  “He’s playing Nigel Broderick,” Kyler replied. “He’s going to need a little luck.”

  The bartender arrives and hands me my flute of champagne. I immediately take healthy sip and allow the crisp flavor to dance on my tongue.

  Turning toward Kyler I ask, “Which one is Nigel?”

  “The redhead.”

  I look at the table and immediately know which one is Nigel. The man with the dark red hair has a big personality that matches his booming voice. He’s a big, muscular man but his suit is impeccably tailored.

  As much as I prefer lean, elegant men, I have to wonder about Nigel. Mounting him would be like riding a bull. Wild, sweaty, heart-racing, and probably over before you knew it.

  “What so great about him?” I ask.

  “He cheats and no one can prove it.”

  His answer was so casual that I had to give him a quick look to see if he was teasing me. He looked serious. “Then why does Leon play him?”

  “He gets a rush beating a cheater. It makes him feel like he really earned the win.”

  I want to roll my eyes. “Sounds like he’s playing with fire and he’s going to get burned.”

  Kyler looked down at me. “Sometimes playing with fire is the biggest rush a guy can get.”

  “I’ll stick to champagne.”

  “I don’t think so,” he says with a smile. “You like it when it gets hot.”

  Is he talking about something else? I frown as my pulse skitters. Can he tell that I want him? Well, I’m not going to risk my status as Leon’s mistress to have sex with Kyler. “You know nothing about me,” I say.

  “You keep thinking that if it makes you feel better, Amaris.” He studies the poker table and a troubled look flicks across his face. “Are you sure you don’t know Nigel?”

  “Yeah, why?” I ask as I take another sip of champagne. I could really get used to drinking this stuff all the time.

  “He keeps looking over here.”

  “Maybe he’s checking you out,” I tease.

  The corner of Kyler’s mouth tilts up. “He doesn’t swing that way.”

  “Do you?” I ask, innocently batting my eyelashes.

  Kyler’s smile deepened and my heart takes a tumble. It’s a damn good thing he doesn’t smile often.

  I just realize he didn’t answer my question. “Is that a yes?”

  “I’m into women. Brunettes,” he says as his gaze trails down my long, brown hair. “And I have a weakness for bad girls who can’t get enough sex.”

  “Well, good luck with that,” I say in a bored tone, hoping he doesn’t see the flittering pulse at the base of my throat. “Tell me how it works out.”

  His eyes twinkled. “You’ll be the first to know.”

  I glare at him. “Okay, Kyler. Enough tip-toeing around here. I am never going to have sex with you.”

  He arches one of his eyebrows. “I don’t believe I made the offer.”

  He didn’t have to say it out loud. From the day I met him, his body language said it all for him. “I’m just going to say it flat-out,” I tell him with a tight smile. “You can’t afford me.”

  “Don’t be too sure about that.”

  “Is this your way of saying that you’re a multi-millionaire? Excuse me if I don’t believe you. I’ll need to see your tax returns first.”

  “You sho
w me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

  I roll my eyes. I’m not going to get into this with Kyler. He’s smarter and quicker than me and I know it’s just a matter of time before I reveal how much I want him.

  Kyler smiles knowingly and glances at the poker table. He pauses, his whiskey glass stops midway to his mouth. He gives me another speculative look from the corner of his eye.

  “Is something wrong?” I ask.

  “Everyone at the poker table is looking at you.”

  “What’s so unusual about that?” I ask. I’m dressed to cause a stir. I make heads turn and make men forget what cards they have in their hands. If they’re all looking at me, then my job here is done.

  “Something’s up,” Kyler says softly.

  I watch everyone get up from the table and shake hands. The poker game is over. Oh, thank God. I don’t think I can sit at the bar any longer.

  “Leon’s not too happy,” I say under my breath. “I think he lost big.”

  Nigel and Leon are looking at me again. I notice the lust in Nigel’s eyes and I respond by tossing back my long hair and giving him a smile.

  Nigel seems pleased by response. Anticipation crackles around him and he rubs his knuckles against his breastbone. I saw him make that move during the poker game. He does that right before he pounces—and wins.

  I glance over at Leon who immediately looks away. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s uncomfortable about me.

  “Huh.” Kyler set down his glass and took a step in front of me, his shoulders blocking my view of the men. “You’re not going to like this.”

  I can tell from Kyler’s voice that he expects I’m going to freak out. “What’s going on?”

  “I think Nigel just won you.”

  I try to hide my surprise, but I think I flinched. Leon gambled me away? My world just took a sickening tilt and I almost grab onto Kyler for support. I stop myself just in time as Leon approaches me.

  I don’t wait for him to break it to me gently. “Did Nigel Broderick just win me?”

  A muscle bunches in his jaw. “Yes, for one night.”

  “What made you think that I would do this?” I whisper fiercely, refusing to look at Nigel who waited by the poker table. I suddenly realize that Leon is here to take me to the winner.

  “Excuse me, Thorn. Amaris and I have to talk.” He waits until Kyler walks out of earshot. “Do not make a scene.”

  My mouth sags open at that command. “You’re pimping me out but I’m supposed to simply accept it? How often do you bet my services?”

  “This is the first and only time,” Leon says. “I wasn’t planning to. It just kind of happened.”

  I look at Nigel again. He’s watching me very carefully. I try to mask my turmoil because I don’t want him to see any weaknesses. “Who is he?”

  “Real estate tycoon.”

  That doesn’t tell me very much, but I like rich and powerful. And Nigel is attractive. It could be worse, but I’m not letting Leon off the hook, especially if I can get something out of this. “I’m not doing it.”

  “Amaris, it is only for one night.”

  Does he not realize that I’m now negotiating? “Still not doing it.”

  A calculating gleam enters Leon’s eyes. “I will make it worth your while.”

  Ah, yes, he has figured it out. I wait silently, wondering what he has to offer.

  “I will take you to your favorite jewelry store and you can pick something out.”

  Something? Try anything. It’s pretty obvious that Leon really needs me to do this. I look back at Nigel. “One night?”

  Leon smiles, knowing that I’ve capitulated. “That’s right.”

  “Anything I should know about him?” Because if he’s into anything dangerous like knife-play or asphyxiation, no amount of jewelry is going to make a difference.

  “You’re going to be fine,” he says as he takes my hand and leads me to where Nigel stood. “He’s ready to take you now.”

  “I’m spending tonight with him?” Panic blooms in my chest. I’m given no warning, not time to prep. I’m going to kill Leon the next chance I get.

  “Let me introduce you.” He takes a firm grip of my elbow and draws me closer to Nigel.

  I want to shake off his touch, but I know better. Instead I give him some attitude. “Now you’re trying to act like the gentleman after you sold me off?”

  Leon’s jaw clenched and muttered one word. “Behave.”

  He enters a barbaric agreement but he wants me to be proper? Where’s the justice in that, I wonder as I stand before my lover for the night.

  “Amaris Martin, this is Nigel Broderick,” Leon says, his voice offering no hint of how he was feeling about loaning out his mistress. “Nigel is the CEO of the Broderick Group.”

  My eyes widen a little bit. I’ve heard of that business. The guy is in a higher level of wealth than Leon. This night might not be so bad after all.

  I offer my hand but Nigel doesn’t grasp it into a handshake. He lifts my fingers to his mouth and brushes his lips against my knuckles. Smooth move. I wonder what he’s up to. I’m already a sure thing, so what’s with the charm?

  “Shall we?” Nigel asks as he gestured to the exit.

  I’m tempted to look at Leon for one last moment of assurance. I refrain as my heart pounds in my ears. I know that Nigel won me for the night and that means Leon has no claims on me.

  “Of course,” I tell Nigel softly. I rest my hand on the crook of his elbow and we leave. It seems all very sophisticated and well-mannered, like nothing as scandalous as bartering me had ever been part of the equation.

  We pass Kyler and I give him a nod. His eyes are stormy as I can tell he’s definitely not happy with the arrangement. Yeah, that makes two of us.

  As Nigel escorts me to a private elevator, he’s making some small talk and I think I’m answering it correctly. He shows no signs that I’m speaking gibberish, so all is good. But my mind is whirling and my heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.

  I need to calm down. So what if Nigel is a stranger? I’ve had sex strangers before and enjoyed it.

  But that was different. I made the choice to sleep with the other men. This time I’ve been bought and I know I have to give Nigel his money’s worth.

  I wonder how much the men at the table thought my value was. I’ll probably never know. We step into the elevator and I wait until the doors are closed before I turn to him. “Mr. Broderick?”

  He draped his arm around my shoulders and drew me closer. “Under the circumstances, you can call me Nigel.”

  “Was it Leon’s idea to offer me as part of the bet, or was it yours?”

  He smiled. “Mine. The minute you walked into that room, I knew I was going to have you for myself.”

  He swoops down and kisses me hard. He tastes of liquor and cigars. Pushing his tongue past my lips, he claims my mouth. It’s rough and little bit exciting. I push away because I know I have to get the ground rules agreed upon before we go any further.

  “Just because you won me doesn’t mean you own me.” I try to sound tough, which is hard to do while breathless from a kiss.

  Nigel smirks. “Is that right?”

  “I don’t do anything that makes me uncomfortable,” I tell him, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “I’m not into pain. Is that understood?”

  “Of course.”

  He says it like he means it, but I’m not sure if I can trust him. After all, I just met him a few minutes ago, and Kyler claims Nigel is a cheat.

  The elevator stops and the door open to a stunning penthouse suite. It’s spacious, with huge windows looking out onto the Las Vegas nightlife.

  This was way better than the suite I’m sharing with Leon. I probably should be really nice to Nigel. If he likes me, he might want to make it permanent.

  “Would you like a drink?” Nigel asks as he walks to the bar.

  “No, I’m okay.” Although hard liquor might make me more relaxed
, I want all my wits with me.

  He pours some scotch into a crystal tumbler. “Madison?” he calls out, his voice echoing.

  Madison? Who’s that? I’ve heard how some of these penthouses have butlers. That would be nice. I feel better knowing that we’re not alone.

  I hear the click of high heels and immediately know it isn’t a butler. Turning to the sound, I see a gorgeous blonde woman wearing a black see-through nightgown. I’m not expert, but I think most of her has been surgically enhanced.

  The woman stops in her tracks when she sees me. Her shoulders roll back and she tilts her head as if she scenting trouble. “Who is this?”

  “Madison, this is Amaris,” Nigel says casually. “I won her at the card game.”

  I’ve had better introductions. I try not to blush and stand my ground as Madison glares at me.

  Nigel stands by me, holding a drink in one hand. With the other, he glides his fingers down my back. Resting his hand possessively on my ass, Nigel tells me, “Madison is my mistress.”

  Ah. That explains the venomous glare. Madison knows she’s being replaced for the night. Nigel picked me over her. I smirk.

  After an awkward pause, Nigel set down his untouched drink. “Now that we’ve been introduced, let’s all convene to the bedroom.”

  My sense of triumph crumbles. All?

  I must have said it aloud because Nigel chuckles and gives my ass a good squeeze. “Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve had a ménage à trois.”

  Whoa. The guy wanted a threesome? My knees start to fold and my body goes hot and icy cold. I wasn’t expecting this! From the looks of it, neither was Madison.

  “No way,” the blonde growls as she stamps her foot. “I’m not sharing a bed with this slut.”

  Who is she calling a slut? “You don’t have to join us,” I tell Madison. “I’ll make sure Nigel doesn’t miss you.”

  There. Now that makes me look good in Nigel’s eyes, and a threat in Madison’s.

  Nigel steps away from me and walks over to Madison. He lifts her chin with the crook of his finger. “It would please me.”

  His words and tone were all nice and sweet, but I see the way he’s looking at Madison. He’s warning her to do what he says or there will be consequences.