Page 32 of Midnight Legacy

“I’ve tried, Cas, I swear to goodness that I’ve tried to make him see me, but he just looks through me.” Megan chewed the side of her mouth as she stared off in the direction the men went in.

“This calls for cocktails.”

“You can’t drink.”

“True, but I can have the virgin cocktails and watch you enjoy the alcoholic versions,” I replied, ushering her toward the bar.

The floor was black marble and the walls were decorated in mosaics like ancient Rome. Huge mirrors hung around the walls so you could watch the entire room from wherever you stood. Smaller mosaics were higher up and depicted different sex scenes, just as I’d seen in Pompei when I visited it a few years ago. That touch definitely came from Xavier.

Charles scurried to us. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, we’d like some cocktails.” I smiled at him as I settled myself on the barstool and fluffed my dress around me.

“Your husband said…” he broke off and cast a worried look at the door.

“Mine will be virgin cocktails,” I informed him. Some days my husband was an overbearing ass. I had no doubt the staff had been told to ensure that no handsome strangers were to get anywhere near me.

Charles smiled his relief and summoned the bartender.

“When do we wear our masks?” I asked. Now that I was here, I wanted to enjoy the full decadence of it. Xavier had brought all our masks up and left them in his office.

“All the guests will start to arrive at seven, so I would suggest donning them before then, as they will be wearing them to the venue.”

Megan’s mood changed as she embraced the evening. “Where are our masks?”

“Zee brought them up when he was checking on everything on Wednesday.”

“I’ll ensure you have them before the guests arrive,” Charles reassured us. “Enjoy your drinks.” He gave us a brief wave before he left.

We were on our second drink when Carly found us. Our third round included her because neither of us were complete bitches and we’d basically pissed all over our men and staked our claims.

Warm, strong arms surrounded my waist and soft lips nuzzled my throat. “Enjoying yourself?” Xavier asked in my ear.

I lifted my glass and twirled it between my fingers. “I’m alcohol-free.” I pouted.

“I’ll have a whiskey,” he informed the bartender when he approached.

“Make that two,” Jordan said from behind me.

“And another,” Ash added as he approached.

“Sexual inequalities,” I muttered, eying his glass.

He clinked it to mine. “I’ll make it up to you later,” he said in my ear for only me to hear, his lips caressing the sensitive shell.

We were married and I’d lost count a long time ago of the number of times we’d had sex, but the way he said it made me blush and my thighs tremble.

I turned on the barstool to face Xavier. “Is everything ready for the grand opening and tour?”

He moved between my legs and tucked some of my hair behind my ear. “Pretty much. The staff are just finishing everything off. You’ll be on the first tour with the rest of the visitors, so you can experience the ambience.”

My eyebrow quirked. “I hope there’s not going to be porn.”

Jordan laughed and flung his arm around Megan’s shoulders. “Why would we be showing porn when we have live performances?”

My mouth dropped open and eyes cut to Xavier’s. The sardonic tilt to his lips confirmed Jordan was telling the truth. “We have a few volunteers up from The Twilight Rooms in London. They do love an audience.”

“If you want them performing all night, the men’s lips must be blue from the amount of Viagra they’ve taken. You can’t just have an erection on command.”

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