I was about to hunt someone down to be escorted home when I spotted the invitation again, propped up on a little stand. Even though I was done now, and the party was in full swing, I’d stopped to look at it.
And there was that line.
The mood will change promptly at midnight.
What the hell did it mean?
I looked around the spotless kitchen, and then at the door separating the kitchen from the rest of the opulent modern home. Ireallyshould’ve been finding the driver who’d brought me here, or texting the assistant everything was coordinated through so I could go home.
Just go home.
The thought echoed in my head, bouncing around like a blaring warning.
One I didn’t heed.
Instead… I pushed through the door.
The transition from the kitchen into the party was like stepping into a whole new world. The brief flashes from the servers going in and out were no comparison to theactualatmosphere.
It was…heady.
The music was loud enough to feel, but low enough for conversation. The lights were dimmed to a deep indigo hue, and there was this scent in the air… not food though.
Maybe the slight smokiness caused the aroma, peppery and syrupy, and…wicked.
I couldn’t help myself from breathing it in.
Deep.
I blinked hard, still taking in my surroundings when I realized everyone was paired off.
Well.
Not always paired.
A few small groups of three, four.
A passing server smirked at me, and I quickly averted my gaze.
Straight to where a woman was seated, legs wide open, skirt hiked up, on someone’s lap.
I couldn’t look away.
Her eyes were closed – maybe. It was hard to tell in the dark.
Whatwasn’thard to see were the hands playing with her exposed nipples, or the man on his knees in front of her, with his head between her legs while she sipped from a glass of champagne.
What the hell is this?
The question had barely gotten across my mind when I felt eyes on me – the man with handfuls of her tits.
He smirked at me, and then clear as day – without his mouth moving – he asked me a question.
Would you like to taste her too?
What?
What?