Page 69 of The Naughty Week
Marcus swallows, and Ben runs his fingers through his blond hair, and I’m good enough at this game by now to know both of them have raging hard-ons.
Yeah, I’ve succeeded.
Iwillsucceed.
“I’m sure we can handle that,” Ben says, and he wastes no fucking time getting on with it. Maybe he thinks I’m a fucking headcase, high or trashed on cocktails, and it’s clear he sure doesn’t want to miss the opportunity.
They push past their friends with slaps on the shoulders and me in tow. I wave goodbyes to the randoms around me, and strut along, following their lead.
As much as the balcony calls me, I don’t look up. I don’t dare. I don’t want to risk so much as a glance in Heath Mason’s direction now I’m a slut on duty.
The guys slow down when we’re around the back of the club and heading towards the beachfront. Ben lets go of my hand when he realises I’m not a bitch on a high who is going to make a run for it now we’re out the door.
“East End?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yeah, couldn’t believe it when I won the online raffle thing I entered. I only sent a text as a joke.”
“Ah. You entered one of those?”
I nod as though I’m proud. “Best thing I’ve ever done. Only did it because I was drunk.” I pause and give them a twirl. “Look at the outfit I got out of it, too.”
Both men laugh. Their suits are designer. They certainly didn’t win their trip to Cannes in a raffle.
“You look incredible in that outfit,” Marcus says. “I cannot wait to see you out of it.”
I point up at the moon. “Good job it’s a full one. You’ll get to see plenty on the beach.”
We keep walking.
“We don’t need to fuck on the beach, Lucy. I have a hotel suite nearby,” Ben says.
I shake my head with a laugh. “No way! It’s one of my bucket list things. Sex on a beach with two at once.”
I’m glad it’s late enough that these guys have had enough drink to loosen them up. I can’t imagine them considering this absurdity in the cold light of day, but they are well up for it right now. They take one of my hands each as we stroll together with the beach to our right, the waves gently lapping.
I wonder if Heath and Josh are following us, or if they are on their way back to the villa.
I’ll make sure I’m in full view, regardless.
I wish I had taken advantage of the opportunity for another drink or two from Ben as we walk along. The night air is beautifully warm, but it’s sobering, and my senses get heightened with every step.
These aren’t clients as such. They are clientsbecauseof a client. And it’s different.
They are strangers without safety checks, or a proposal laid out to stick to. Just two guys with a girl they think wants filthy sex with them as a bucket list item on a glorious beach in Cannes.
I do have a safety check in place though, and my gut instinct is sure on that. I have two safety checks in place, in fact. Josh and Heath, and no doubt wherever the proposal goes tonight, they will make sure I come out of it ok.
It takes me by surprise when Ben takes a step away from me and looks me up and down.
“You said you’re Lucy, right?”
“Yeah. Lucy Louise.”
“That’s quite a name.”
I laugh. “Yeah, my mum thought Lucy-Lou sounded cute. I don’t think she’d see me as cute right now, though.”
“You look familiar,” he says. “Sure you weren’t on one of those reality TV shows as well as winning a prize?”
