by April Angel
Table of Contents
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Copyright Warning
~ Dedication ~
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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Party Crasher
April Angel
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Party Crasher
Copyright © 2013 by April Angel
ISBN: 978-1-939194-71-8
Edited by Melinda Fulton
Cover by Valerie Tibbs
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First Etopia Press electronic publication: February 2013
~ Dedication ~
For my eternal fan girls: Jewels, Amalfis, Leda, Lindsay, and Barbie. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. For Heidi H., you are the bestest ever.
For Jodie C. Your support and assistance can’t be measured in words, but I still want to say thank you, because you’re amazing.
For my girl Jennifer V.G., you rock!
For my Sexy Bites Book Pimps: Iris, Michelle, Ava, Jennifer, Kristin, Holly, Teracia, and Celsey. And for the Lovelies! Thank you for liking my stories enough to want to help share them. You’re awesome and I can’t thank you enough for it!
For my editor, Melinda, who is the best cheerleader I’ve ever met.
Chapter One
Chris held on to the window ledge and lifted one foot into the darkened room. She heaved her body over, landing on her ass in the process. A groan slipped from her lips, and she slapped a hand on her face. Crap. The last thing she needed was to call attention to her presence in Drex’s office.
Careful not to disturb anything, she walked over to his desk and started rummaging through drawers. Why the hell did she decide to become a reporter in the first place? Oh yeah, because she liked to be in people’s business was Drex’s usual snide response.
Something on the Seduction Party had to be in there somewhere. Wild drums beat in her chest. She tried to focus. She had to remain alone inside the room. She glanced quickly over her shoulder at the door. She was pissed to have to go to these lengths. Drex was a tight-lipped bastard, and she was reduced to snooping because he refused to invite her.
He knew she had been trying to write a story on the super private bash that took place once a year. Invitees were under strict restrictions and had to sign confidentiality waivers. Luckily, she’d overheard her brother, Cole, on the phone with Drex. The rat mentioned he’d gotten his invite and thanked Drex for sending it over. Her blood simmered with anger.
For months, she’d mentioned to both men how badly she’d been trying to get more info on the secretive party, but they’d done nothing to help. All she wanted was to get her hands on an invite, finally figure out what the heck the stupid Seduction Party was all about, and write her damn story.
It was no secret she and Drex didn’t see eye to eye, but he didn’t have to be so rude to her in his attempts to ward her off. When she’d asked, point blank, if he’d let her into the party, the jerk had shaken his head and said, quite empathically, no. Bastard. No matter—she’d get her own invite.
She went through every drawer until she hit a locked one. She smiled in wicked delight. Ha, as if that flimsy lock was going to deter her. In seconds the lock clicked open. Cautiously, she pulled the drawer by the handle and grinned. Jackpot.
A noise broke through her joy. Someone was outside the office. She curled her hand around the coveted black envelope and shoved it to the bottom of her crossbody bag. She threw the bag out the same window she’d crawled in and was about to jump when the door opened.
“Chris?”
Oh, hell. Frozen in place, she gripped the window ledge and looked longingly at the bag in the shrubs. Of all the people that might have walked in, why did it have to be Drex? Goose bumps broke across her skin and her frustration soared. She hated the effect his voice had on her body.
“Christine, I can see you quite clearly.”
She narrowed her eyes at the laughter in his voice. Taking a deep breath, she turned to look at him and almost fainted.
When the hell had he gotten that body? He was wet and in a towel. A tiny thing wrapped low around his hips. In stupefied shock, she watched his bronzed muscles flex as he took a step toward her. She widened her eyes and almost fell out the window trying to move away. She’d known him all her life, and there wasn’t one time she’d seen him look like…like that.
Stunned, dry mouthed, and getting hornier by the minute, she let her gaze roam over him. From the wet short spikes of his dark hair, to his wide hairless chest, down the eight-pack abs, and lower to the precarious towel that showed a hint of pubic hair, she visually devoured him. She gulped.
“Christine? Chris?” Worry was in his voice.
“Hmm?”
“You OK? You look kind of flushed.” He took another step toward her.
She tried her best to melt into the wall, but her body had other ideas. Under her tank top, her nipples pebbled to hard points. Her gaze darted up to his, and she saw something she’d never seen there before—lust. Panic swarmed her.
“I’m fine.” She took a step away from the window and him at the same time.
“What are you doing here? No one mentioned you were waiting to see me.” He lifted his brow.
It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when so much of him was still on display. “I just…I just came by to see—” She swallowed and tried to remember what the hell she was supposed to say if she got caught.
“To see?” He prompted her with a smile. She figured he knew she was having a hard time but was thoroughly enjoying her discomfort.
Disgusted with her feminine parts, she sent all sexual thoughts to the deepest, darkest part of her brain. Her old crush on him had died a quick and silent death back in her teenage years.
“I came to ask if you’d decided to help me get my story.” Her voice sounded firm, and she squashed any notion of seeing what lay under the tiny towel.
He took a step closer and she one back. The back of her knees hit a sofa, and she fell back into the cushioned seat. His face was tense.
Her pulse jumped into a crazy gallop. Never had she seen him look so severe and, damn it, it turned her on.
“Why would I do that?” His voice deepened to a low rumble.
Something, very much like panic, pushed her to get away from him. Never one to fear, she got angry instead. “Look, I came to give you a second chance at helping me. You know I will get into that party, and when I do, I’m writing about every single thing I see there. This is your one chance to have some say on what I put down on paper.” She stood and walked toward the door of the office and then turned to face him. “So, what will it be?”
“I said no, and I meant no. That party is not the kind of thing you should be going to.”
“You hypocrite! You sent Cole an invite, and yet I can’t get one?”
He clenched his jaw. “Your brother is a grown man.”
“And what the hell am I? I’m not a little girl anymore. I know what I’m doing.” She grabbed the door handle and glared at him. “I’m going, whether you like it or not.”
He gripped her arm. Her eyes met his in an angry battle of wills.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret, Chris.”
Unsettled by his touch, she shook her arm out of his hold. “Life’s too short for regrets.” She walked out and toward her car without a single look back.
Down the street, she waited until the lights to his office turned off and then quietly went back to retrieve her bag.
* * *
Chris glanced down at the slinky, baby doll dress and wanted to fold her arms over her chest. She nibbled her lip. Damn, she looked like overweight, trollop Barbie. Why, oh why, did she decide to want this story? Because once she’d learned Drex didn’t want her there, it became her life’s mission to get inside.
“Are you sure we’re supposed to wear this?” She gazed at Lacey in the mirror. The other woman didn’t look much happier than she did.
Lacey’s face creased in disgust. “Yes, I told you it’s mandatory all women wear this type of dress and no underwear.”
Both women were taking a huge risk at being found out if either Cole or Drex saw them. Neither had been invited, and both were probably on the unwanted guest list. Lacey had gotten masks the same type all the others were supposed to wear.
“Lacey, I’m so grateful for your help, but are you sure you want to do this? If Drex finds out—”
“He’ll probably have a heart attack, but I don’t care. I’m tired of arranging this thing every year for him and then getting treated like a leper when I ask him if I can come. ‘This isn’t your type of thing, Lace.’ What the hell do either of them know what my type of thing is?” The blonde’s voice rose.
“Yeah, I know.” Her own frustration skyrocketed as she thought of the two men.
“Can you believe Cole had the audacity to tell me I wouldn’t know what to do in that kind of party? I’ll show him.” Lacey seemed particularly upset with Cole, but he was macho enough to piss off the most even-tempered nun. It was the reason he and Drex got along so well.
Uneasy, Chris glanced at her face and dark red hair once again. Smokey, thanks to the expertly applied makeup, the green in her eyes popped. The thick auburn tresses had been pinned up on the sides into a messy knot and fell into a cascade of curls down her back. From her neck up she was pretty sure she’d pass muster, it was the neck down that concerned her. She’d never been skinny, and the tiny dress showed off more than she cared to reveal.
Lacey, on the other hand, looked positively showstopping. The bombshell blonde looked like a centerfold. Why did she lack a man in her life when she was that hot? Then again, Drex probably kept her busy enough never to get any sleep.
“All right, let’s go over what we have to do again.” Lacey turned her aqua eyes on her. If it weren’t for the eyes, Chris would’ve never guessed Lacey and Drex were related. The cousins looked nothing alike. Although, she had to admit, the good-looking gene was alive and well in that family.
“OK, I go in with the mask in hand and make sure neither Drex nor Cole see me. Then, I walk up to the second-story balcony so I can watch without getting caught.”
Lacey nodded. “Right.”
“Then there’s going to be some sort of auction. I’ll head out before things get too crazy.” Chris frowned. What did too crazy actually mean?
“By then you should have enough stuff for your article. You probably won’t recognize anyone with their masks on. Some people don’t even bother. It’s up to you, but I wouldn’t mention names. The entire premise of the Seduction Party is to entice those who want to know what it’s all about.”
Chris mulled it over. Sure, she’d leave out names. All she really wanted was to know what the heck went on, even if she didn’t write the article. Hell, to take a peek and satisfy her curiosity would probably be enough at this point.
Chapter Two
A thread of trepidation hit her as she walked up the steps to the mansion. She was glad she’d kept the dress on. The outfit Lacey had picked was probably one of the least revealing she saw. Mask in place, she handed her black invite to a security doorman.
He took the invite and kept it. “Good evening, madam. Have a pleasant time.”
Left with nothing in her hands, she dug her nails into her palms and walked. She’d left all her things in the hotel across the street. It was too late to back out now. Lacey had made her own entrance a few minutes before her. Black outfits, along with all types of near-nakedness filled the entrance. Nice preview.
Inside the foyer, waiters handed out flutes of champagne with raspberries inside. White pants, no shirt, and a bow tie was the male uniform attire. Holding her flute in a death grip, she gulped down the alcohol and stared wide-eyed at the main reception. Huge metal cages dangled from the ceiling. Cushioned chairs and pillows littered the inside of the metal holdings as couples in the throes of sex provided visual entertainment. Loud pants and moans overrode all conversation.
Another waiter passed. She handed him the empty flute, grateful when he passed her a filled one. Her temperature had skyrocketed just from watching the raw display in the cages. Never in her life would she have thought herself a voyeur, but the view from above definitely made her blood thicken. Against her will, her eyes strayed up to the ceiling once again. In one of the cages a blonde woman wearing a black mask whipped a man as he lapped at her pussy like a starving dog. With every whip, he jerked his cock and squeezed. Well, damn.
In another cage, a woman sat on a black leather swing. A big muscular man fucked her, using the movement of the swing to drive into her. Her head was thrown back and her breasts jiggled as he pounded her. Toned to perfection and glistening with perspiration, the man’s body was one sexy sight, and his ass was so tight pennies would probably bounce off it. Beads of sweat started to crowd her upper lip. She needed to stop staring and keep moving. She glanced around the massive room until her eyes landed on the main staircase.
There, chatting up a blonde who looked a lot like Lacey, was her brother. Insensitive, chauvinist, macho jerk. It’d serve him well
if it was Lacey and she dumped her drink on him. As much as she wanted to go up there and stick her tongue out at him and show him she’d gotten in, she held back. No way was she going to give him a chance to ruin her good time. Still walking, she scanned the area and drank in the view. She tried to take it all in. Shock and curiosity rose a few notches. She walked around and stared at the couples groping, just seconds from full-blown sex in the darkened corners.
She jerked her gaze to the other end of the room. A strange prickling on the side of her face called her attention. Shit! Drex was staring at her. Oh, my. He looked positively delicious in the black formalwear. He was frowning. Did he know it was her? He started weaving his way toward her, and she almost jumped out of her skin. Panic filled her. She latched on to the first available door, shoved it open, and ran inside. Two brawny henchmen wearing black suits stood and smiled at her. Fuck, what the hell had she done now?
“Right on time. We thought the first one was going to be a blonde, but it doesn’t matter. Let’s get you on the base.” A nervous gasp rushed past her lips. They immediately grabbed her by the arms and led her up the stairs to another room.
“Listen, I think you guys are mistaken.” Pulling on her arms didn’t help; they held her pretty tight.
“Don’t worry, dear. Is this your first time?”
