The first and only man she ever had sex with was Emanuel, and they were still best friends more than ten years later. They met in high school their freshman year and continued a friendship in college and thought that they would be together forever. Losing their virginity to one another was a plan, a way to ensure that their first times weren’t mistakes. She laughed to herself. They were both planners until this day. They had never regretted making love for the first time to one another, but both admitted that they weren’t meant to be more than friends. That had worked out just fine, and they could talk to one another about anything.
Emanuel was very attractive, but these two men were so good looking they could stop traffic, and that was exactly what they were doing now.
A small crowd of men, her father included, gathered around them, shaking their hands and appearing impressed with their presence.
Maybe they were some wealthy investors or something? But they looked young. Thirty would be pushing it.
Her father knew these men. Her father had invited them here and Chiara had never seen them before. Who were they?
“Don’t waste your time, ladies, those two are very particular about the women they bed.”
Chiara and Heather turned toward Sasha. The woman was beautiful, and she was experienced. Chiara disliked her immensely because Sasha wanted to bed Chiara’s father. But her dad wasn’t over his wife. Not by a long shot.
The fact that she knew about the two men kind of pissed her off, too. Not that it was surprising. Sasha was assertive with her assets. Always had been, and always would be. Chiara’s mother had disliked her immensely.
“Sasha, how nice to see you. You look so pretty,” Heather said with very little emotion, making it apparent that her words were forced.
Sasha looked down upon Heather and gave her a little once-over of her own.
“Rummaging through your closets again, Heather? I could give you the name of my personal designer,” Sasha said. Heather looked like she was about to attack, and Chiara wanted to make sure she didn’t miss an opportunity to meet the two strangers.
“Don’t get out the claws, ladies. We’re at a party, remember,” Chiara said, but her eyes remained on the two men.
Sasha lowered her head to whisper into Chiara’s ear.
She was about five feet nine, just like Chiara’s father, but Sasha’s nails were fake, her cheesy French accent was fake, and so were her boobs and her lips. The woman was a total plastic surgeon’s showcase model. There was no denying her beauty, but her personality ruined it all.
“You look gorgeous, Chiara. So classy, and sexy in that dress. You’ve evolved into a hell of a woman. You can land any man you want. But I must warn you, since I care so much for your father, and look at you as if you were mine to look after. Men like those two can be quite dominant and demanding. Those two in particular like to be naughty…together. If you know what I mean?”
Chiara felt her heart beat faster, and her pussy actually reacted to the vision of those two men sharing a woman. Sharing Chiara. She’d read about relationships like that, but she also knew a few couples who lived that ménage lifestyle. They were very happy. Hell, her friends engaged in things like that often, but not Chiara. So why, looking at these two strangers, did something click inside of her?
She looked back toward the men, and they were headed her way, along with her father. By the smile on his face and the way the two men stared at Sasha, her, and Heather, then back to Sasha, summed up what they really were. Uninterested in her.
“Chiara, Sasha, Heather, I’d like you to meet two friends of mine. This is Cash Corbin and Zane Heston.”
The two men shook hands with Sasha then Heather and finally her. As she shook Cash’s hand, their eyes locked, and oh boy, were his dark brown eyes mysterious. He held her hand a second or so longer than what would be considered polite. She felt her cheeks warm, and the look in his eyes said he knew exactly what he was doing.
When he released her hand to his friend Zane, they locked gazes next. He seemed to study her features, like some computer gadget, as his eyes roamed over her cheeks, her dark green eyes, and then her lips. Her nipples were still recovering from Cash’s perusal, and now this guy’s. He, too, held her hand a few seconds longer than normal, then gave a small smile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chiara.” He spoke, and her belly rumbled and twisted. His deep, husky voice did a number on her feminine parts. These two men were suave.
“Nice to meet you as well. So how do you two know Daddy?” she asked. With a bit of sarcasm. She was still upset over the conversation they’d had in his home office. Sasha excused herself and Chiara’s father, so Sasha could lay on the flirtatious charm.
Chiara watched out of the corner of her eye. Her father nearly rolled his eyes in annoyance, and it gave Chiara some relief. But now here she was, with Heather and these two very tall, very big, attractive men staring at her.
“We’ve known your father for some time. He’s a good man,” Cash told her as Zane just seemed to stare at her. Zane’s bold eyes swept up and down her body. He might as well have done it with a gentle touch, because she felt her entire body react.
“I haven’t seen either of you around before. Are you new to town? Need a personal escort?” Heather asked. Chiara waited for the two suave men to fall into one of Heather’s flirtatious traps, but they didn’t. Cash gave Heather the once-over then looked back at Chiara. Zane didn’t even bother to.
“We’re not new to town. But we are new to attending one of your father’s events, Chiara. Perhaps you can show us around?” Zane asked.
Heather realized that they no longer were interested in speaking with her, so she excused herself. Chiara wished that Heather had remained by her side. Chiara’s nipples felt so damn hard, and the dress she wore would give it away it was so damn tight. Men like this knew exactly how to get a woman aroused. The two were professionals. Plus, they were friends with her father. If it were about business, then they would try to win her over, just like the others. She wasn’t the new kid on the block. She got it, loud and clear.
“Perhaps. So what type of business are you two involved in?” she asked.
Cash and Zane appeared a bit surprised by her question, but Cash recovered quickly. “All types of things, including security for high-end companies.”
“Oh, is there a need for better security at Costiano’s? Is that what your business with my father is about?” she pushed, and by the expression on Cash’s face, the man didn’t like being pushed.