Indulgence (Taking Chances #1) by Jeanne McDonald Read Free Book Online Page B

over my flesh.  The silk wrap that Amber had given me to match my dress did nothing to keep the elements at bay.  We walked toward the entrance of the most magnificent house I’d ever seen, and I’d seen my fair share of mansions.  Working with pompous businessmen who enjoy the finer things of life, one gets used to seeing commodities that look as though they belong to royalty.  But this house made my bosses’ homes look like shacks in comparison.  
    Large white pillars, similar to the ones seen in Grecian temples, beckoned guests to the burgundy-stained double front doors.  The dim dusk light danced across the white brick of the luxury estate, enhancing its grandeur.  There were too many windows to count, but each one looked like perfect crystal sparkling in the dying sun.  However, I found it odd that there were no decorations on the outside of the house.  You’d think since it was New Year’s Eve, there would be something decorative indicating as such.  These people were spending their final hours of the year fucking like wild rabbits in his house; the least he could do is make it look festive.
    As we walked, I couldn’t help but observe the people who were attending.  Everyone was dressed for a black tie affair, which I found to be silly since the attendees would shed their clothing upon entering the building.  What a waste!  Yet, even stranger was how this crowd was nothing like I’d anticipated.  All their faces were covered with masks, but that didn’t change their physical appearance.  Everyone ranged in age, shape, race, and size.  Not everyone was the Barbie and Ken mockup I’d expected.  Sure, we had the perfect people with their tight bodies and broad chests, but there were also those who were just common, everyday people.  
    Amber opened her small clutch and pulled out her invitation and driver’s license.  Hazel eyes peered at me from behind her silver mask, dancing with excitement.  
    “You’re overthinking this.  We’re young.  We’re hot, and we have every right to allow ourselves to live a little.”
    I shook my head, laughing.  Okay, so maybe she had a point.  I did look damn good in this dress, even if I had to say so myself.  Slender but curved in all the right places, my five-foot-five frame was accented quite nicely by the sleek design of the dress.  Even I had to admit it did wonders for my rack and ass.  I adjusted my mask along the bridge of my nose.  The strap at the back of head tugged gently on my hair.  Slipping my fingers beneath the ribbon, I released the strands caught within its grasp.
    Someone walking along behind us moaned softly.  I glanced over my shoulder to catch the sight of a tall, broad shouldered man, dressed in a black tuxedo, eyeing us from behind a masculine black mask.  His jet-black hair, peppered with specks of gray, was styled with perfection.  His tongue darted out over his smooth lips as he formed a devilish smile.  “Please tell me that you two beautiful ladies will make an appearance in the Ménage à trois room tonight?”
    I looked back at Amber.  “Ménage à trois?” I mouthed to her in disbelief.  
    The corner of her mouth lifted as a mischievous twinkle brightened her eyes.  “Threesome,” she whispered.  
    Well, duh.  As if I didn’t know that already.
    My stomach clenched.  A couple of years back, Amber and I may have kissed once, but that was it.  We did it on a drunken dare made by Jacoby.  It was for a laugh, and after that it was forgotten.  It was bad enough that she’d suggested I be eaten out by a girl.  Nothing against the lesbian population.  There have been many women I thought were fucking hot, but I was the type of girl who wanted a rock hard body and a warm dick to ride.  Now this guy was suggesting that I fuck my best friend with him.  Yepper, it was time to run.
    Amber slowed her step, allowing the man to join us.  “It’s a possibility,” she purred.
    He smirked, brushing up