“That’s what she said,” Cara nods. “By the way she was speaking, it seemed like there was some sort of plan in motion.”
“Well, fuck,” I sigh. Abby’s not going to like this; it seems like the madness never stops, all with Naughty Angel’s enemies coming at us right and left. First Grady and Bad Boy Publishing, and now Sienna and whoever she enlisted to her cause.
“Don’t tell me that’s a surprise for you, Parker,” Mason says, turning around on his couch so that he’s facing me.
“Not really,” I confess, downing the rest of my Port and setting the glass down on the table in front of us. “Naughty Angel has a lot of enemies. There’s a host of pissed off, and definitely very jealous authors, posting in some bullshit online forum, Rainforest Talk. The whole thing is just a gigantic circle jerk, set up so that they can whine about Abby and Naughty Angel
.”
“Do you think —?” Mason tries to ask me, but I just cut him short.
“I’m not thinking, Mason. I know. There’s a lot of hate toward Naughty Angel, and I’m pretty sure there’s some sort of plan at foot to bring Abby down. If Sienna’s involved...”
“Yeah. She’s crazy; you gotta act before she does anything. But as it is, you’re in the dark. You need to find whatever it is she’s planning,” he continues, finishing his whisky and placing his glass right next to mine.
“I can help,” Cara suddenly chimes in, leaning forward and anxiously looking from me to Mason. We exchange a quick glance, and then she just continues. “I don’t know how, but I can help. I want to help. I’ve always loved Naughty Angel’s books and… ”
“And?”
“And I’m willing to do anything to help,” she continues, lowering her voice into a soft purr. The way she says it, her eyes never leave mine… Fuck, is she hinting at something? Or is my mind so deep in the gutter that I can’t think about anything else but sex?
“Anything?” Mason asks her, and I can almost see the flames taking over his eyes.
“Anything,” she repeats, gently placing one hand on his knee.
“If that’s the case, maybe we should discuss it upstairs,” I grin, leaning back and resting my hands on the armrests of the couch.
“Upstairs?” she asks me, a look of confusion on her face.
“Upstairs—I live here, at the Mandarin,” I tell her, and she goes up to my feet. She grabs Mason’s hand, and then she grabs mine.
“I’d like a tour of your apartment, then,” she laughs softly, and my cock becomes so fucking hard I’m surprised it hasn’t ripped its way out of my pants.
Now this is my kind of business meeting.
Chapter 8
Cara
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't like to live in a box.
Before you get all upset, let me just tell you that I find Parker Taylor so amazingly gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous that just drenches your panties and has your juices running down your legs.
And Mason? Oh my God, girlfriend. Let’s not even go there. All he has to do is caress my cheek and I think I’d have an orgasm just sitting right there.
And I’m going to have them both now. We know what’s going to happen as I walk toward the elevator at the Mandarin. I’m swaying my ass and I can feel both sets of eyes on me. They’re imagining what kind of panties I have on.
I smile wickedly to myself.
Let them imagine. They’re going to be taking it off soon enough. When they ravish me. Defile me with their cocks.
Do ungodly things to me. Just me. All me.
You might think it's because I'm greedy, and that I just want them all to myself. But it's more than that. Need I remind you of that asshole ex boyfriend that was getting head from Sienna Sinner?
In a way, Parker and Mason complement each other, like two pieces of a puzzle. And why would I be content with just one piece? I want—no, need—the whole set.
We get out of the elevator and Parker walks to the end of the hall. We enter his lavish penthouse apartment.