Brit Party
Authors: Desiree Holt,Ashley Ladd,Brynn Paulin
Tags: #Fiction, #Gay, #Romance, #General, #Erotica, #Contemporary
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Copyright ©2008 by Ladd,Sarai,Paulin,Thorn,Rebel,Holt
First published in 2008, 2008
Brit Party Anthology
ISBN # 978-1-906590-20-8
Maggie's Ménage ©Copyright Lacey Thorn 2008
Boy Toys ©Copyright Brynn Paulin 2008
Best Mates ©Copyright Ashley Ladd 2008
The Wager ©Copyright Dakota Rebel 2008
Four Play ©Copyright Desiree Holt 2008
Monsoon Fever ©Copyright Lisabet Sarai 2008
Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright March 2008
Edited by Claire Siemaszkiewicz & Michele Paulin
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James Bond: DANJAQ S.A. CORPORATION SWITZERLAND
"You want me to play the whore for you? For the good of the company?"
"Watch your mouth Margaret Rose. Twenty five is not too old for a spanking young lady.” She turned to look her father in the eye, saw the rising colour on his face and couldn't resist.
"Oh. You think that will make the men you have waiting hot for me. Show them a little kink to get them revved up?"
"Damn it Margaret. That is enough.” That vein was really throbbing in his head now. And the colour was slowly going from red to purple.
"Does the business mean that much to you, Daddy? More than me?” She already knew the answer but some inner demon forced the question out of her mouth.
"I've spent my whole life building this company and I'll be damned if it dies out after I'm gone. The name Houston will count for something long after I'm gone."
That demon was still there whispering in her ear. “I could run it. I know the ins and outs of the business. I thought you were grooming me for just that."
He laughed. Her father threw his head back and laughed and that last bit of the needy girl searching for the crumbs of her father's love disappeared. In her place was a woman he would regret creating.
"Like I would ever leave my baby to a woman. Your mother proved to be one failure after another. Only one child and even that was second rate. The damn woman couldn't even stay healthy. It was a blessing when she died."
Yeah, it probably was. For her mother. But for the four year old girl left behind it had been hell. She had always known that her father only let her work for him because he didn't know what else to do with her. But that tiny spot had remained, unwilling to give up hope that she was wrong.
There was a knock at the door and her father Dom Alexander Houston turned from her. Dismissing her without a second thought. And the anger began to grow inside her.
"The gentlemen that you've been expecting are here Mr. Houston.” Her father's personal assistant said from the doorway. The woman was young, blonde and built. And most certainly sleeping with the boss. Maggie felt sorry for her. She wouldn't last any longer than the rest and when her father was done that was it. The poor girl didn't have a chance.
"Send them in."
Maggie stayed her ground refusing to leave without him coming right out and telling her to. If he forgot she was still here long enough then she would stay. Appearances meant everything to him and he would do nothing to seem more than a doting father.
Two men stepped into the room. Both were tall with dark hair. One was maybe six feet even with broad shoulders and a stocky build. His body rippled with muscles beneath the suit that was obviously tailored just for him. His hair was clean cut, almost military short. What there was of it was a dark brown, almost a mocha shade. His eyes when he glanced her way were a dark chocolate brown with what looked like flecks of gold in them but she would have to get a closer look to be sure.
The other one was taller, maybe six-foot-two or so with a much slimmer build. His clothes were just as tapered but revealed longer, leaner muscles. His hair was longer touching the top of his collar in back and dark as night. His eyes were a startling shade of blue that made one think of a perfect sky.
Testosterone oozed from them and filled the room. A shiver went down Maggie's spine and she wondered which one her father wanted her to marry. She had to think that they must want it as much as the old man did or they wouldn't be here. Neither seemed like the type that would be easily manipulated. No these were definitely alpha males. What she was planning for them might be more fun than she anticipated. But best of all it would destroy her father's plans to marry her off to the man of his choice. She couldn't contain the grin of triumph that tugged at her lips. Let the fun begin.
Alex looked at Patrick and read his mind as if it was his own. It would take a dead man not to notice the woman standing behind Dom Houston and they were both very much alive. She was a cool drink of water in a calf length skirt that hugged her body from her lush hips down. Her shirt was a soft shade of pink that buttoned all the way up to her throat but was fitted to showcase the tantalising mounds of her breasts. Her hair was a multitude of different shades of blonde, at least from the bit that was showing where she had it piled on top of her head. The face was classic, one that would only grow better with age. Her eyes a delicate shade of hazel, more green than blue at the moment.
By the expression on Patrick's face, they were both thinking the same thing. Getting her naked and fucking her. One at a time, together. It wouldn't matter as long as she was naked and willing. Damn, Alex wondered who she was.
Mr. Houston followed their gazes and seemed startled that the woman was in the room.
"Margaret. You'll excuse us now,” was all he said before turning back to them and dismissing the woman, Margaret once again. He missed the emotion that flashed through her eyes but Alex and Patrick saw it. She quickly contained it and giving a nod left the room pulling the door shut behind her. And releasing the two of them to get down to the business they had come here for.
"Those weren't the men I was expecting you little idiot!” Dom thundered at the twit who was good for nothing unless she was on her knees. “Next time you send someone into my office you better make damn sure of who they are and what their business is first! You could have just cost me a lot with your stupidity."