He kisses me gently on the cheek. “Sure chick. Where are the girls?”
“In their room?” I reply and with that he disappears.
Ten minutes later I tentatively walk down the hall and over towards the handrail. I hear different male voices. Oh god… who else is frigging here? I wish the girls’ rooms weren’t so far away. I don’t know if they are downstairs or not but I have to walk past the stairs to see. I slowly walk down the stairs and a group of about ten men are in the lounge room drinking… oh crap. I stop in my tracks and close my eyes. You can do this. I slowly start to walk again and Joshua glances up and sees me. Standing in the group of men with his legs wide and his hand in his pocket, a slow sexy smile comes over his face. He is in dark jeans and a black V-neck shirt, and his hard muscular body oozes sexual power in that casual outfit. From his ridiculously expensive watch on that ripped forearm to the dark clippered no -fuss hair. And those broad shoulders and that tight ass seal the deal. How in the hell did I get this god? Joshua Stanton is one hell of a delicious package.
He puts his head on an angle and slowly cracks his neck and I smile on the inside. I will never tire of that.
“Here she is,” he announces and the men all turn to face me.
“Hello,” I smile meekly.
My eyes flick around the group. Ben smiles warmly and Adrian winks in our special we-know-a-secret wink. He bought this whole outfit for me on one of our shopping trips.
“And this is my beautiful Natasha.” Joshua smiles as he holds his hand out for me and I feel myself melt. I take his hand and hold my breath as I walk down the bottom three steps. He gently kisses my cheek and puts his arm around me protectively. Oh crap, I feel like the freak from the show on display—everyone’s eyes are on us.
The men all smile and start to shake my hand and introduce themselves: Markus, Andrew, Ricardo.
Then I get to a familiar face. “Carson.” He smiles as he takes my hand and shakes it.
Oh shit, I smile nervously. “I remember.” What I don’t remember is him being so good- looking last time.
He looks uncomfortable. “Sorry about last time we met,” he murmurs.
Oh god, he had to bring that up. “Me too, forgive my rudeness,” I mutter as my eyes flick to Joshua.
Joshua eyes are locked onto me and he smiles warmly in appreciation.
“Let me get you a drink, presh.” Joshua leads me over to the bar where a jug of frozen margarita sits. What I really want to do is pick up the whole jug and scull it while it pours all over my face and down over my clothes. Abbie comes laughing out of the kitchen with Cameron and Birgetta and they walk over to us at the bar. Trust her not to be intimidated by this situation and I instantly feel some of my nerves dissipate. Cameron runs his hand up my arm to my shoulder and smiles warmly. “You look beautiful tonight, Tash,” he says gently and I smile. Since Cam and I had that talk we have definitely turned a corner.
Abbie screws her face up and hits him on the arm. “Why didn’t you tell me I look beautiful, dipshit?” she whispers so the others can’t hear.
He looks at her and replies flatly: “You look beautiful Abbie.” “It doesn’t count now. You have to say it when you see me, asshole.”
He rolls his eyes at Joshua who seems amused by the banter between the idiots and he passes us our margaritas.
A low whistle sounds and I look instinctively up at the staircase.
“Hello yellow,” Carson whispers loudly and the boys snicker.
Bridget is slowly coming down the stairs wearing a short bright-yellow dress and white short boots and white clutch. Her long honey hair is out and blow-dried from our salon appointment this morning, and she is literally glowing. I don’t think I have ever seen her look so good. My eyes immediately flick to Ben whose eyes are glued to her. He smiles softly as she walks down the stairs.
Carson rushes to the bottom of the stairs and holds out his hand to her. She nervously smiles and takes it. He does an exaggerated bow and kisses the back of her hand.
“You are the most divine creature I have ever seen. Who are you?” he purrs.
Bridget smiles nervously. “My name is Bridget,” she whispers as the whole room looks on.
“Well Bridget,” Carson purrs. “You are my date for the night. I am not letting you out of my sight.”
She giggles nervously, unsure what to say.
My eyes widen and flick to Ben. He stands stock-still, glaring at Carson, his jaw ticking in anger.
Hmm, this night just got very interesting.
Chapter 8
Joshua and I approach the double front doors of the white three-storey mansion, the venue for the pussy party. What in the hell goes on at this place to earn it that name? Bridget and Abbie were in the car in front of us with Cameron and Carson and have already gone in. Adrian and a few of the other boys are in cars behind us. Security guards are lined up along the huge circular driveway in front of the house and are greeting everyone by their first name. Are they bodyguards for the people inside? Crap, I am so out of my depth here.