My Stepbrother's Rules: The Complete Series (Steamy Stepbrother Romance) by Lila Moore Page B
Authors: Lila Moore
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“I don’t think so,” the man replied. “I think I’m just what you were looking for.”
I wanted to groan with disgust, but somehow managed to keep a smile on my face.
“The night is young,” I said in my best sultry voice. “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”
The man’s companion laughed as I turned and disappeared into the crowd. Large crowds usually gave me anxiety, but tonight I was grateful. There’s safety in numbers.
As I moved between the partygoers, I started to feel both more at ease and more confused. The threat of danger faded and with it went my story.
I scanned the faces looking for anyone I might recognize, but these people were strangers. They mingled in expensive tuxes and dresses, talking and drinking amicably. There had to be more to the party than met the eye. Why else would they pay The Red Room to supply girls?
I wandered into a sitting room and caught a glimpse of Angie. She stood between two men. They pawed at her, touching her hair and face. I watched as she threw back her head and laughed way too hard at something one of the men said. She was laying it on pretty thick, but the men seemed to like it.
When she saw me staring, she shot me a dirty look. Angie raised an eyebrow and looked over at a man standing by himself on the other side of the room. She nodded her head, gesturing to him.
I couldn’t figure out what she was trying to tell me. I shrugged and shook my head in confusion.
Angie smiled sweetly to her companions then sauntered over to me like a cat. She grabbed my elbow painfully. Her long acrylic nails dug into my skin.
“Ow!” I protested.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothing. I’m just-”
“ Exactly. You’re doing nothing. There’s a guy over there standing alone. Go keep him entertained.”
“That guy?”
He was short and bald; his suit ill-fitting. It made him look like a penguin.
“Yes, that guy . Go talk to him. Why do you think we’re here?”
“To just talk? I thought there would be more… you know.”
Angie rolled her eyes. “That comes later. There are private rooms in the back for couples, but first you have to find a date.”
“I can’t just go back to one of the private rooms and-”
“And what? Sit there alone?”
I remembered the girls in The Red Room’s changing room saying how most of the guys at these parties liked to watch.
“What about group parties?” I asked. “Some of the guys like to watch, right?”
“Yeah, but like I said, you need a date. Worry, about finding one guy first, before you start planning viewing parties.”
Angie rolled her eyes and pushed me toward the bald man. He looked timid and unassuming. Was he a Dom? Maybe he liked being dominated. I wondered what it was like to be the one wielding the whip.
I tried to imagine myself whipping the man before me. The thought of his naked, pale, out of shape body wasn’t exactly turning me on, but you never know. Looks can be deceiving. Maybe I was in for a good time with the man.
I tried to mimic Angie’s cat-like walk as I strolled up to him.
“I’m all alone,” I said. “I don’t know anyone here. Will you keep me company?”
The man perked up. “I’m alone too. How does a girl like you not have a date?”
I smiled warmly. He seemed sweet.
I shrugged shyly. “What do you do for a living?” I asked.
Flirting wasn’t my strong suit, but I was dying to check out the backrooms. According to Angie, I needed a date to access the area. I was going to have to step up my game. Internally, I frowned. I’m not a seductress. I have no idea how to make a disinterested man interested.
“I work in finance,” the man responded.
He started to drone on about his work developing special computer algorithms for Wall Street investment firms. I nodded along as if I found it fascinating, even though I was bored to death.
“You know, most girls aren’t interested in all this,” he admitted.
“Really? Why?” I feigned surprise.
“It’s
“I don’t think so,” the man replied. “I think I’m just what you were looking for.”
I wanted to groan with disgust, but somehow managed to keep a smile on my face.
“The night is young,” I said in my best sultry voice. “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”
The man’s companion laughed as I turned and disappeared into the crowd. Large crowds usually gave me anxiety, but tonight I was grateful. There’s safety in numbers.
As I moved between the partygoers, I started to feel both more at ease and more confused. The threat of danger faded and with it went my story.
I scanned the faces looking for anyone I might recognize, but these people were strangers. They mingled in expensive tuxes and dresses, talking and drinking amicably. There had to be more to the party than met the eye. Why else would they pay The Red Room to supply girls?
I wandered into a sitting room and caught a glimpse of Angie. She stood between two men. They pawed at her, touching her hair and face. I watched as she threw back her head and laughed way too hard at something one of the men said. She was laying it on pretty thick, but the men seemed to like it.
When she saw me staring, she shot me a dirty look. Angie raised an eyebrow and looked over at a man standing by himself on the other side of the room. She nodded her head, gesturing to him.
I couldn’t figure out what she was trying to tell me. I shrugged and shook my head in confusion.
Angie smiled sweetly to her companions then sauntered over to me like a cat. She grabbed my elbow painfully. Her long acrylic nails dug into my skin.
“Ow!” I protested.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothing. I’m just-”
“ Exactly. You’re doing nothing. There’s a guy over there standing alone. Go keep him entertained.”
“That guy?”
He was short and bald; his suit ill-fitting. It made him look like a penguin.
“Yes, that guy . Go talk to him. Why do you think we’re here?”
“To just talk? I thought there would be more… you know.”
Angie rolled her eyes. “That comes later. There are private rooms in the back for couples, but first you have to find a date.”
“I can’t just go back to one of the private rooms and-”
“And what? Sit there alone?”
I remembered the girls in The Red Room’s changing room saying how most of the guys at these parties liked to watch.
“What about group parties?” I asked. “Some of the guys like to watch, right?”
“Yeah, but like I said, you need a date. Worry, about finding one guy first, before you start planning viewing parties.”
Angie rolled her eyes and pushed me toward the bald man. He looked timid and unassuming. Was he a Dom? Maybe he liked being dominated. I wondered what it was like to be the one wielding the whip.
I tried to imagine myself whipping the man before me. The thought of his naked, pale, out of shape body wasn’t exactly turning me on, but you never know. Looks can be deceiving. Maybe I was in for a good time with the man.
I tried to mimic Angie’s cat-like walk as I strolled up to him.
“I’m all alone,” I said. “I don’t know anyone here. Will you keep me company?”
The man perked up. “I’m alone too. How does a girl like you not have a date?”
I smiled warmly. He seemed sweet.
I shrugged shyly. “What do you do for a living?” I asked.
Flirting wasn’t my strong suit, but I was dying to check out the backrooms. According to Angie, I needed a date to access the area. I was going to have to step up my game. Internally, I frowned. I’m not a seductress. I have no idea how to make a disinterested man interested.
“I work in finance,” the man responded.
He started to drone on about his work developing special computer algorithms for Wall Street investment firms. I nodded along as if I found it fascinating, even though I was bored to death.
“You know, most girls aren’t interested in all this,” he admitted.
“Really? Why?” I feigned surprise.
“It’s
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