Vos Enterprises?”
“The one and only,” she said, lifting her champagne in a toast to her family company before taking a long sip.
“Will the Vos family be attending our wedding?” Camden asked me.
“Ummm…” I stuttered. We hadn’t even talked about being engaged, let alone the wedding.
“Of course, they will,” Raelynn answered for me. “At least I’ll be there ready to help her bolt, like the good maid of honor I’ll be.”
Camden missed the threat and tipped his head back with a loud laugh. “You’re a funny one. I look forward to getting to know you better.”
“I bet.”
“Well, ladies, we should probably mingle and talk business among the men.” I blinked to hide my rolling eyes at Camden’s condescending arrogance. “Also, I still need to submit the sizable donation the Conti family will be making tonight, of course.”
“Of course.” Raelynn’s smile was small and bland while her eyes narrowed like they were trying to burn him alive.
I covered my laugh with a fake cough, kind of loving her blatant irritation with him. Especially since Camden didn’t notice at all. My father noticed, though. His eyes flicked from Raelynn to Camden, and finally, to me, widening as if pleading to get my friend under control. I almost wanted to send one back for him to get his employee under control.
“Cam. I saw Joe Banks by the bar. Let’s go introduce you as the newest member of Mariano Shipping.”
Camden leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of my head, lingering to whisper, “Save a dance for me.”
Before he stepped way, his fingertips dragged down my spine, daring to dip below the fabric of my dress, getting dangerously close to the crack of my ass before finally pulling away.
“What a dick,” Raelynn announced once they’d walked away. “I can’t believe you’re going to sleep with that for the rest of your life.”
I downed the last of my champagne, setting it on a passing tray and grabbing another. “Ugh. Don’t remind me.”
“You know…you could still find someone else,” she singsonged.
“I don’t even want to bother with the effort of it.”
“You could try Tinder.”
“Ew.”
I wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. Especially with the creeps I heard about on Tinder.
“What if…”
“What?” I asked when she didn’t continue.
She licked her lips and studied me like she was trying to guess my answer to whatever her suggestion would be. “What if I told you another kind of party was happening tonight?”
My gaze narrowed, knowing she wasn’t talking about an actual party. The hotel would never be so crass to throw two parties on the same night. Which meant it had to be a Raelynn type of party. Probably illicit and full of bad decisions.
“I’d say that you being so eager to come tonight makes a lot more sense.”
She shrugged, unrepentant as usual. “I know someone who works here at the hotel. He runs a little side business for when they host big events like this.”
“What kind of side business?”
“A kinky one.”
“Oh, boy.” I took another fortifying sip of champagne. “Tell me.”
“You submit your name and fill out a questionnaire. He will then pair you with someone else.”
“Who? And what do you mean pair?”
“Someone to fuck tonight,” she stated bluntly. My jaw dropped. Before I could protest, she pushed on. “It’s completely anonymous. You won’t remove your mask or say any names. Frankly, I’ve had a few times that I don’t even want them to talk. It’s like a fishbowl party; you toss your keys into a bowl and never know who you’ll get at the end of the night.”
“But…what if it’s someone I know? Someone old? Someone unattractive? What if it’s Camden?”
We both shuddered at the thought.
“It’s like an elite Tinder, except he’s the only one that sees the profiles. He makes sure not to pair you with anyone too familiar. As for the rest, that’s what the questionnaire is for. Hotel room? Random tryst in the garden or on the roof? Spanking? No talking or dirty talking? Anal?” I pulled away with a cringe, and she laughed, holding up her hands. “No judgment. Whatever you’re into.”
When I didn’t immediately say no, she smiled. My heart thundered in my chest, and I twisted my mother’s antique ring around my finger.
A lady doesn’t fidget, my mother’s voice rang in my head.
Sorry, Mom. A lady also doesn’t consider letting a stranger fuck her. I finished my champagne and snagged another. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. It’s just a way to experience someone else