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Getting the attention of my uncle, I whispered in his ear. Humphrey nodded and disappeared into the kitchen with a bottle of wine.

Let the games begin.





Chapter 9



Tyler





“You look stunning, Tyler. You really do.”

Brad had been drinking a little and I could tell it was heading to one place. To be honest, him stroking my cheek or my thigh didn’t help much. It was making me a horny mess. I was even starting to wonder what time we could finish this meal so I could take Brad upstairs and shag him senseless.

“Did you enjoy your chicken?” Brad asked, finally pulling away a little.

“Yes, thank you.”

From the corner of my eye, the man who answered the door came over and poured Brad another glass of wine. I thought he was coming to me next, but he completely by-passed me and went on his way. Weird.

Frowning, I shook my head and looked at Brad. “It looks as though you want something from me.”

Brad laughed. “I do. Very much. Maybe we can meet later. What room are you in?”

I shook my head. “A lady never tells,” I teased.

Brad raised his eyebrow. “Come on,” he said, nudging my shoulder.

Shaking my head, I said, “Room twenty-one.”

Leaning towards me, Brad kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I promise to make it a night you will never forget.”

I shuddered in pleasure. I was more than ready. I knew we would be expected to hang around for more drinks afterwards, but I wasn’t sure my loins could take much more.

Turning my attention to Louisa, I nudged her shoulder. I could see Pete already making his mark, nibbling on her ear as she giggled. “Having fun?”

She smiled and looked over in Brad’s direction. “As much as you, it would seem.”

“Touché,” I said, waving my hands. “If I went to bed a little earlier than expected, would you be mad at me?”

Louisa giggled and shook her head. “Funny enough, I was just thinking the same thing.”



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The plates were soon cleared and dessert was served, but I was already feeling stuffed from the first two courses. I only had soup and some chicken with potatoes, but my stomach was too busy swarming with butterflies to care about food.

By the time Brad finished his fourth glass of wine, he was looking even merrier. The fact his hand was now wandering even further up my leg told me that.

Once everyone had finished their meals, the scrapping of chairs could be heard. “Thank fuck for that,” Brad slurred. “Shall I see you in your room in about ten minutes, so it doesn’t look too suspicious?”

I nodded, grateful that he was thinking about my modesty.

Grabbing my glass of champagne, I said goodnight to Louisa and the others, then made my way upstairs to find my room. Staggering a little, I went in search of the first floor, but quickly found out they all started with a one. I found another set of stairs and proceeded up to the second floor. Once I saw number twenty, I knew I was in the right place.

I suddenly thought about the walls in the house. I hoped they weren’t so thin that both Louisa and I would hear everything going on next door.

With a shake of my head, I opened the door to my bedroom. It was a big room, with its own en-suite bathroom. The big four-poster bed was in the middle of the room, and I found my bag leaning against it. I was kind of glad I had packed some decent lingerie.

Quickly realizing I only had another few minutes, I went to work unzipping my bag, getting undressed, and trying to touch up my make-up. It was a little hard, though, as I had been drinking. I wasn’t so intoxicated that I didn’t know what I was doing. I knew I wanted this before I even started drinking.

Once everything was ready, I took a few seconds to glance at my reflection in the mirror. At least my hair still had some life left after this evening’s events. I was lucky. My hair was long, straight, and I never had to really style it. It just naturally dried and took shape.

Turning, I walked to the bedroom and proceeded to wait for Brad. I drank the last drops of my champagne and climbed into bed, pushing the sheets to the end.

Sliding my feet underneath them a little, I closed my eyes and let the feel of its comfort wash over me. The bed not only looked luxurious, it felt luxurious.

As the minutes ticked by, I lay my head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Maybe Brad decided he didn’t want to have sex with me after all. Maybe something was just delaying him. Whatever it was, it had been twenty minutes with no sign of him. If he only realized just how ready I was for this, I’m sure he would have come a lot sooner.

After about a half-hour, I could feel my eyes growing heavy. If Brad wanted me, he should have come sooner. As the alcohol started to wear off, I was becoming tired. The fact this bed was so bloody comfortable didn’t help.