Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Charlotte Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

on his feet for such a big man.
    They’d even had fun exploring the château, identifying Contois’s private office immediately and seeing what kinds of decorating the extravagantly rich did in their homes. She snickered to herself, remembering some of the design disasters they’d seen. One room had been full of clashing animal prints. Another had been decorated entirely in shades of mint. It had looked like a dentist’s office in Hell. Contois’s security staff had eventually started ignoring them, the annoying nouveau riche American couple who kept going places they shouldn’t. One of the security staff, armed with a semiautomatic, asked them with more than a hint of exasperation in his voice why they couldn’t stick to the ballroom with the other guests. Remy had put a hand on his arm and had leaned close to him, sloshing a little of her champagne onto his sleeve for effect. They were currently in a room full of clown memorabilia. It was without a doubt the most terrifying room Remy had ever seen.
    “Y’all have such purty houses here,” she’d screeched at the man, who’d immediately tried to draw back. “We wanna have a good look around and take some of these here ideas back home so’s I can put ’em in my house and my momma’s house!”
    The man looked at Drake with sympathy after Remy had moved away to look at a “‘purty paintin’” of a dancing elephant in a tutu, leaning conspiratorially close. “She eez, ’ow you say, still nice looking?”
    Drake, to his credit, didn’t bat an eye or succumb to the laughter that was threatening to escape. Instead, he sighed dramatically and leaned close to the security guard. “Yeah, she’s gorgeous all right. Especially when she’s sleeping it off. She’s really, really nice looking in those moments, my friend.” Drake winked at the security guard, who grinned at him, and turned to Remy. “Poodle, I think it’s time to get you some more champagne, hmm?”
    Remy ran back to him and threw her arms around his neck. “Yeah!” She hollered, “Let’s just do that!” She buried her face in Drake’s neck for a moment and whispered so only he could hear, “If you ever call me poodle again, I will break your nose.” Then she spun around, almost knocking the poor security guard over in the process, and tottered toward the ballroom...where the champagne was located.
    Drake began to follow her but, before leaving the room, turned back to the security guard. “Sorry we keep getting sidetracked, but you can’t expect me to force people to put up with her all night. And besides…” Drake leered. “If she starts feeling...friendly, I want a private place so we can explore our friendship.”
    The security guard laughed, shaking his head. “Oui, monsieur, I understand. Just make sure she doesn’t ruin anything.” The guard had moved off, still laughing softly to himself.
    Now, it seemed to Remy the time had come to start doing what they’d been sent to do. She nuzzled up to Drake. “Wanna show me the gardens?” she asked seductively.
    Drake’s eyes sharpened as he looked casually around the ballroom, noticing the same thing Remy had noticed—that the majority of the party guests were wasted. “I’d love to, dear.”
    The two walked hand in hand to the huge doors leading out to the terrace, and Drake put a protective hand on her back as he guided her down the steps. They strolled out into the shadowy garden together, looking for all the world like a couple on their way to a tryst. Both Drake and Remy, however, were watching and listening for the other Grantham triplets. They hadn’t gone far when they heard a familiar tune being whistled, and they moved toward the sound. Joss and Knox emerged from the shadows close to the stone wall encircling the estate, looking like carbon copies of Drake in their tuxedos. Evidently their entries had gone without a hitch, and they’d been able to mill around the garden with the disguised equipment.
    Drake