Part I
"Come closer."
"No."
"Yes."
"I said no." She deliberately took a long, slow sip from the drink in her hand and dared him with her eyes to persist.
"You're the one that wanted in on this." His jaw clenched at her easy defiance. How dare she sit there; a drink in one hand, cigarette in the other; a notebook lying open on her lap just waiting for his next move. Fury coursed through him at her smug smile. He stiffened and narrowed his eyes. "Get over here, get undressed and come find out what you came here for, lady."
He never wanted her there in the first place. It was nothing more than a blatant invasion of privacy as far as he was concerned. He knew he really had no one to blame but himself, for he had finally agreed to this whole fiasco only after growing beyond annoyed with AJ's relentless badgering.
A short laugh escaped her, "I'm here merely as an observer, not a participant. Don't be an ass, Kevin."
"Leave her alone, Kev."
Kevin looked down at the bare-chested man in his arms. He bent his head and whispered into his ear. "Sssh, D, don't talk, just enjoy."
Howie nodded and cast a quick glance at Chandrah before closing his eyes in ecstasy as Kevin placed a myriad of light kisses behind his ear and down his neck. He tightened his hold on Kevin's arm and sank back against him, luxuriating in the other man's touch.
Howie didn't care if Chandrah and her crew were around. He liked the whole idea, did from the moment AJ had suggested it. He liked an audience. He liked performing. He liked Kevin's hands and mouth all over him. Maybe the woman would join in, maybe not. Didn't really matter. His breath caught in his throat as Kevin's muscles stiffened behind him. He knew Kev was pissed. He knew Kev didn't like how in control this woman was. Kevin liked to be the one in control and Howie liked it that way.
Kevin returned his attention to Chandrah. "So you're going to just sit there and take notes? Watch us make love, scrutinize our moves and emotions?"
"That's right, Kevin. That's exactly what I'm going to do." She replied coolly as she stubbed out her cigarette and made herself more comfortable in her seat by tucking a leg beneath her. "Please continue."
She exasperated him with her professionalism and detachment. Her assistants were certainly right when they affectionately called her "Queen B".
"Whatever, Chan. What about her?" he indicated with a jerk of his chin to the woman sitting on the windowsill.
Michelle looked on with utter fascination at the scene unfolding before her. Two hot half-naked men holding each other, caressing each other, and all for Chan's benefit.
"What about me?" she asked quietly.
"You gonna sit there and just observe too, or do you want to play?" Kevin asked with a sly smirk as his fingers teasingly trailed down Howie's abdomen, coming to rest on the waistband of his shorts. Hell, if he was going to do this, he was going to do it perfectly.
Michelle glanced over to Chandrah with a raised eyebrow. Chandrah shrugged and grinned at her. "Do what you gotta do, Michie. Just don't expect me to add your character to one of my stories."
Shit, that woman was too cool. To actually meet AJ, find out that he's an avid reader of every word she writes and then suggest she come on down and conduct her research in person. Holy shit!
Michelle grinned back at Chandrah, took a final drag of her cigarette and flicked it out the open window.
"You gonna lose the attitude with Chan?" She asked Kevin as she slowly got to her feet, fingers toying with the third button of her black satin blouse.
"You gonna get on your knees and help me pleasure D?"
"I can do that." Michelle said softly as she released the button from its hold.
"Okay, I can lose the attitude. Come here."
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Chandrah rose from the chair, grimacing slightly as the pins and needles flittered through her foot. She cast one last glance at the threesome tangled on the bed, their bodies glistening in the faint glow from the bedside table. They did good she admitted to herself, damn good. Kevin and Howie weren't her cup of tea, but she got what she came for. They had performed twice as well as she had imagined they would. She was pleased.
She gathered her cigarettes and notebook and gingerly made her way to the door. She quietly eased it open and stepped out into the bright light of the hall. Her eyelids fluttered briefly in protest to the harsh lightening, so opposite from the dimness of the bedroom. She looked down at her watch and sighed. Two hours had passed while she filled several pages with her observations. If she skipped dinner, went straight for a cool shower and dressed quickly, she just might make her next appointment in time.
She nodded briefly to the tall beefy bodyguard walking towards her. "Evening, ma'am."
"Good evening, Marcus, do you know where AJ is?"
Marcus shrugged, "I just came back from dinner, they all should be in their rooms."
She nodded, issued him a tight smile and proceeded down the hall to her own room. With a tired sigh, she slipped her key card into the slot and entered her darkened room.