A Private Affair - A.C. Arthur Page 0,44

not her taste. The best thing about the room were the magnificent views of Central Park through each of the four large windows.

The strangest thing was the man and two women sitting on a chaise longue and thoroughly enjoying themselves. She gasped the moment she realized the man was gripping one woman’s bare breast while enthusiastically kissing the other woman, who had just freed his hard cock from his tuxedo pants.

She turned and ran back into the hallway, ready to yell for the butler to appear with her coat so she could get the hell out of here. But her phone buzzed and she hustled to dig it out of her purse before it disturbed the threesome.

Come upstairs. First room to your left.

Riley read the text and her fingers immediately began moving over the screen.

I don’t think so. There are people having sex in the front room.

She hit Send and looked around. It was relatively quiet considering what was happening in that other room. Curiosity had Riley stepping tentatively through the second door. This room had a much lighter color scheme but Riley was beyond the decor at this point. Another man dressed in a tuxedo was standing against a wall, his head leaned back, eyes closed, face contorted in desire as the woman on her knees in front of him sucked his cock deep into her mouth. Not six feet from them was a woman wearing a gorgeous orange gown with a split high up her right thigh. She was making use of that split because one of her legs was draped over the arm of the French armchair while her fingers toyed with her exposed clit.

Riley’s mouth clamped shut, not just because she was shocked, but because of the flush that quickly came over her skin. She felt warm and... She didn’t even want to admit it. Her phone buzzed again.

Come on up, Riley. I’m waiting for you.

She turned and walked slowly out of that room, still trying to figure out what was happening. Without any clear answers Riley started up the stairs.

When you come in, close and lock the door and then wait for me.

What the hell was this? And who did Chaz think she was? Riley did not do games and she definitely did not do sex games. She should leave right now and let him play at whatever this was by himself. But she didn’t. She walked up to the painted door and touched the bronze handle. Her hand stayed on the handle a few seconds longer than necessary as she stepped into the dimly lit room. The floor was carpeted, walls a rich mahogany filled with bookshelves and large gold-framed paintings. There were also a lot of chairs in this room. One in front of each of the three windows, a couch centered beneath a painting, two side chairs and two cherry-oak wood stools with brass legs. Across from all the chairs was an ornate bar, fully stocked.

Riley’s heart beat faster, her breasts feeling a bit full from what she’d seen downstairs and her mind curious enough to have her closing the door and locking it.

“Now what?” She spoke into the room because she presumed that Chaz was here somewhere, but then she recalled his last text said for her to wait for him.

Take off your clothes.

That was the next message and Riley was already shaking her head.

“Not on your life, Chaz. If this is your idea of a date, it’s no wonder you’re still single.”

There’s nobody in this room but you and me. Take off your clothes.

Riley was about to type no. She was going to answer him and run down those stairs, find her coat and go home. Alone. To do what she did every night—work until she fell asleep and then get up in the morning and work some more. She held the phone in her palm and looked around. There were only two other doors in addition to the one she’d just come through. One was probably a bathroom and the other a closet, maybe.

It’s just you and me?

She typed the reply, not totally sure where her mind was going.

Yes. I want you naked.

Riley read his words and her pussy throbbed.

She stood in that spot, hearing her heart pound like a drumbeat throughout the room. Chaz wanted her to do the things these other people in this house were doing. He hadn’t asked her, they’d never discussed anything like sex parties or exhibitionism. She should feel offended that he would