Page 160 of Tempt Her

But not me.

I’m on full display.

Wearing the tightest black leather pants I could find, you can tell my religion in them. The mild October day has my nipples excited for this too. Bras can kiss my go-to-hell. My white silk button-up shirt is so sheer you can see through it and marvel at the pearls dangling from my nipples, connected to gold chains hanging from my proud collar. I’ve got my shirt unbuttoned so low and draping open; you can read my tattoo, too.

And these black stilettos? I’m towering over the crowd gathered to help me today.

“Okay, y’all,” I call out to the two dozen eager faces in the parking lot. My men are handing each a gift bag from the back of my new, red Mercedes G-Class wagon. “I’ll give you the signal”—I twirl my pageant wave—“and y’all know what to do.”

Vale stands before me, half smiling and half annoyed. “You sure this ain’t a giant waste of expensive vibrators, dildos, and cock rings?”

“Honey,” I rest my long red nails on her petite shoulder, “we’re going to give every uptight asshole in this country club a sex toy. And if they don’t want it, the staff will take it home. I brought extras for them too, but they can always share their toys with friends.”

Case in point; Vale assembled two dozen of her friends to play for me today. They’re quickly becoming my friends too. Seems I’m pretty popular now in the proud Lowcountry crowd. They’re here as my sexy supporters, hiding their costumes and latex shorts under coats until we’re ready for the big reveal.

I can’t wait to see Phyllis Evans’s face when a bunch of naughty maids, schoolgirls, and Doms in latex dance across the country club dining room, handing out black gift bags from Delta’s. Like Mrs. Claus’s XXX-rated sex elves.

Each gift bag has toys inside and a “Buy one toy, come on another one for half price” coupon, of course.

Trick #69: Orgasms win everyone over.

Even my bodyguards are here, and… is that a twinkle in Grant’s eye? Is he actually having fun? Hard to say. You can read more from a blank page than his face, but either way, he and Jace have my back too.

Mateo kisses my cheek, nodding toward a brown Volvo parked near the steps to the stately yellow building that looks more like a mansion on steroids.

“I can’t believe that woman still shows her face in public,” he says. “She should be ashamedandin jail.”

“She’s denying everything,” I eye my target, “even the facts that will lock her away eventually.”

“Let’s do this.” Ford scans the perimeter. “It’s a busy Sunday morning brunch. Security’s got to be around here somewhere.”

I laugh. “Those guys? They’re too full of grits and gravy to move fast, don’t worry.”

Luke reaches for my hand. He dressed in his suit and tie. All my men did, and I can’t wait for tonight when they tie me up with them too.Fifty?No, three men taking turns on you and each other will give you athousandshades of “hell yes.”

“Shall we?” Luke grins down at me, leading the way as my date for brunch. The ground he can cover in his boot is pretty fast now. He’s almost healed and heating my veins with anticipation.

Mateo and Ford will lead the others on our mission, giving us a few minutes of lead time while Luke and I step through the entrance and into the grand foyer of the club.

“Hey, Scott.” I wave at the Manager behind the large mahogany desk. “How are the wife and kids?”

He used to pal around with Gentry and won’t stop me now. I’ve got a death glare over my smiling red lips, and his cheating ass knows better.

Luke and I stride into the Magnolia room. It’s a mustard yellow dining hall with god-awful green plaid chairs and rust floral carpet, bustling with rich assholes who use ugly clashing colors to mask their wicked ways.

I spot Phyllis sitting at a round table by the windows, holding court with her friends. They think she’s in control of the Evans estate now. Their assumption of her wealth buys their allegiance.

But not for long.

The look in her eyes with those clumped lashes that never met a comb is priceless when they land on me, striding her way.

My tits bounce happily, and my nipples are hard for all to see through my blouse. My ass sways like a victory flag, bound in black leather and bringing all eyes this way. And I did my long blonde hair up—beauty queen meets I-just-got-fucked-senseless style.

Holding my hand, Luke looks like a tan side of beef you want to sink your teeth into. He sure helps trap their stares, too, as I step to the edge of Phyllis’s table and offer my polite Southern greeting.

“Well, hey, y’all. Look who I found shittin’ in high cotton this morning. If it ain’t my former mother-in-law.”

She’s surrounded by three couples, three men whose eyes are glued to my nipples and three women who are blushing at my collar.

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