Watch Me (Phoenix #1) - Stacey Kennedy Page 0,35

I won’t get myself or you in trouble. I can handle Rhys’ security. But enough about annoying security men. What did Rhys get you?”

Before Zoey could find out, Hazel returned with three wineglasses and handed them out. “What did Rhys say to you?” she asked, not having heard Elise’s question.

“He actually invited us all to a party he’s throwing tonight,” Zoey said, sliding out of her sandals. “Do you want to go?”

Elise and Hazel exchanged a look and then said in unison, “Yes.”

Zoey fought her laughter, waggling her eyebrows. “Didn’t even have to think about that one, huh?”

“Not one bit,” Hazel said, taking the seat next to Elise on the couch. “But what kind of party is this?”

“I suspect it’s a PG-rated one,” Zoey replied.

“Still fun,” Hazel said. “I bet it’s all fancy and stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah, good stuff.” Elise waved Zoey on then shoved more popcorn into her mouth. “Okay, now can we see what he bought you?”

Zoey set both bags down on the coffee table, plus her wineglass, then reached into the smaller one. Her fingers touched delicate lace before she pulled out a stunning black-lace bra. The type of that cost money. Expensive lace that had never touched her body before. “Holy, wow,” was all she managed to get out before she caught more lace in the bag. She lifted out the matching panties, noticing the heaviness of them. “What…the…” She touched the front, feeling more to the material. “There’s something in them.”

Hazel took the panties, studied them, and a second later, her cheeks burned bright. “They’re, you know, vibrating ones.”

“What?” Zoey asked with a laugh.

Elise snatched them next, examining them this way and that. “I bought similar ones for fun once. I mean, not nice like this, and I suspect mine probably don’t work as good, but they’re vibrating panties that come with a remote control.”

Hazel leaned forward, peeking inside the bag. “Is the remote in the bag?”

Zoey shifted through the paper. “No.” She turned around, hoping she didn’t lose anything. “I didn’t see a remote. Did it fall out?”

“Yeah, into Rhys’ hand.” Zoey turned back to catch Elise’s shit-eating grin, as her friend added, “And here you thought this party was going to be PG-rated.”

The Harrington lake house had been in Rhys’ family for three generations, sitting on Long Island’s North Shore. The five-bedroom stone colonial house stood slightly atop a hill, which faced out to the water. Behind the house were manicured gardens designed to impress at parties. Three smaller cottages were spread out on the three plus acres of forested land. The property had been bought and used for business, though Rhys had many parties and spent a lot of time at the lake house during his teenage years. Now he held quarterly parties there to schmooze the right people, to keep his business connections tight, but he also invited Phoenix members to the party. Tonight, they were all in attendance, enjoying cocktails and live music beneath the canopy of stars and twinkling string lights. However, Rhys’ focus had stayed with Zoey since she arrived. From the other side of the bar, Rhys couldn’t fight his smile. He had yet to talk with her, but for the last twenty minutes, he’d been tormenting her with the vibrating panties through the remote control in his pocket, something she’d hid well from her friends. He couldn’t take his eyes off every little wiggle of her hips, every moment she froze under the force of the pleasure, and the way her gaze searched him out.

When she turned again, looking for him, he decided to end both of their suffering. He turned off the vibrator that had been set to the lowest speed, and approached from behind her. “Ladies,” he called. Zoey turned first, her friends’ gazes following. He took Zoey in, every spectacular inch of her in the fitted white sundress. He wondered if this was what she’d purchased earlier today. He liked this look on her. A little innocent, definitely not overdone, and yet, she stood out as the most beautiful woman here tonight. She didn’t have diamonds on her neck or wrist; she didn’t need them. She sparkled without anything added. “Are you enjoying yourselves?” he asked them.

Zoey gave him a lopsided grin. “How couldn’t we?”

Now closer to her, he caught the heat in her eyes, the pretty color in her cheeks. He laughed easily, something he didn’t do often enough. She was in his arms a moment later, and he pressed a soft kiss