Page 11 of Intrigued
When I arrived in the dining room, I found five people already seated at the table. I sat next to Bryn. Asher was sitting beside his girlfriend. Her neck-length hair was platinum blond, and her lipstick was bright red. It was by no mistake that her whole style resembled Marilyn Monroe’s. She wore a tight dress with a deep V-neck that put her voluptuous bosom on display.
The other brother, Spencer, couldn’t keep his eyes off her big tits. He was also gorgeous, but neither he nor Asher could hold a candle to Jasper. The eldest brother had not yet made it to the table, even though a place was set for him.
“He doesn’t feel so fucking important if we’re not all sitting out here, waiting for him,” Spencer said as soon as he ripped his lascivious gaze away from Asher’s girlfriend’s breasts. He snapped his fingers at a man in a black suit, standing near a door. “Serve the dinner!”
The man nodded and walked through the door. I presumed the kitchen was behind it. Shortly after, four men wearing similar suits and carrying platters of food entered the dining room and served our dinner.
I was so nervous, mostly about social decorum. The food smelled as though I were in for the culinary experience of my life. My eyes followed each plate as it was placed carefully on the table.
“So you’re Bryn’s friend?” Spencer asked.
I snapped my attention to him. “Um, what?”
“I told you she was, Spencer,” Bryn snapped. “Why are you asking?”
I was so thankful she’d answered for me. Spencer was watching me like he had Asher’s girlfriend’s tits earlier.
“You’re hot,” he said. He was still looking at me, so I assumed he was talking to me.
“Damn it, Spencer, not tonight,” Bryn said. “She’s not going to fuck you, so back off.”
I wiggled my finger. “She’s right. No fucking here, especially with a man who has your reputation.”
That comment made his whole face light up. Spencer slumped in his chair as he steepled his hands and placed them under his chin. “What do you know about my reputation?”
I smiled wickedly. “You like making merry Christmas with the ladies.”
His smirk matched mine. “Then you know raven-haired beauties are my favorite presents to unwrap.”
“Like Tabitha Hunter, Cynthia Corsette, and Mia Baxter.” Mia Baxter was thrown in as a test. By the look on his face, he got it.
Spencer sat up again. “My sister says you’re a reporter.”
I nodded firmly. “I am.”
His smile vanished. “Are you one of those who’s written untrue shit about me?”
“I never write anything that I don’t know for sure, but no, Spencer, I never had the honor of investigating you.”
“Maybe we can sit down and have a conversation, then,” he said, undressing me with his eyes.
“Aren’t we doing that now?”
“Asher, I’m bored,” his girlfriend whined loudly. “You said if I came with you, I wouldn’t be bored.”
“Darling, I’m pretty sure Ash is coming alone,” Spencer said before erupting with laughter.
Asher gave him the middle finger.
“What’s funny?” Jasper asked as all his divineness strolled into the room.
“Why are you late?” Bryn snapped.
“I had business to tend to.” Our eyes locked as he sat across from me, making my heart beat like crazy.
The doors opened, and a man in a chef’s coat and hat came out, giving me a reason to look away from Jasper’s sexy face. The chef announced that in the spirit of the season, we were having sweet potato and turnip soup followed by encrusted, pan-seared tuna drizzled with Riesling cream sauce, wild mushroom risotto, and roasted Brussels sprouts with avocado.
Jasper thanked the chef then clapped his hands once to call the attention of everyone at the table. “As I asked, what was our guest saying that was so humorous?”
