Page 47 of Seduce

My nap ended wonderfully, if I do say so myself. I don’t think that I’ve slept so deeply before. Now I’m imagining what it would be like to be fucked while I’m asleep, would I like something like that? I’ve been learning a lot about myself lately.

A quick shower wakes me up, and Sidney leaves me my tea to drink as I dry off. I don’t have a clue what I’m going to do with my hair, but I do know I need to dry it first.

“Can I help you with your hair?” Andrya asks as she watches me drink tea and scowl at my reflection.

“Oh my goodness, would you please?” I beg, making her laugh.

“Of course,” she grins. “Dress in your underwear for the dress, throw on sweats with a top that zips up to stay warm, and I’ll get the blow dryer and diffuser. Thank god your hair naturally curls.”

Dressing as asked, I snuggle under a blanket as she comes armed with hair products as well. An hour later, she’s amassed my hair to lie perfectly in a cascade of curls down my body, and has also pinned my bangs up in such a way that gives me the illusion of more volume, while keeping them out of my face.

Andrya also went ahead and did my makeup while she had me in her clutches, which is perfect because it’s not my strong suit.

“Is she done yet?” Ayden whines, leaning into the doorway to look at us. “Fuck, I take it all back. You take as much time as you need. You look incredible, Kitten. You’re glowing.”

“I think that’s from the orgasms that she’s had today,” Andrya grins as she twitches a curl into place to behave. “All done. Let’s eat, and then we’ll all finish getting ready.”

Blowing out a breath to release some of the anxiety I’m starting to feel, I turn toward the mirror, but Andrya pushes me away from it.

“I want you to get the full effect of everything with the dress. Food, now,” she grunts.

“Oh someone’s hangry,” I giggle and Andrya blushes.

“I think I am.” She smiles, walking with me.

“Please feed Andrya,” I proclaim as we walk into the kitchen.

“Gladly,” Sidney grins, his eyes widening as he sees me. “Looking hot, Beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I murmur as we grab food. The guys made steak, veggies, and a salad, and from the first bite, it’s all delicious. “Who made this?”

Okay, I may have moaned a little, and five pairs of eyes hood with desire.

“Isaac and I made dinner,” Gray says, licking his lips. “I’m glad it’s making you make sex noises.”

They’re very close to my noises when I come, so I can’t even deny it. Instead of answering, I give a secret shrug, working through my food.

“We all have invites for this, so let’s space out our entrances a bit. Sidney and Andrya can go in first, then Grayson and Ayden, then Silla, and I’ll arrive last,” Isaac says. He’s in full swing tactical mode, and I’m here for it. I want to know that we have some sort of plan. “The Heights quarter is an area of wealth in the kingdom, though they’re all people who made their money in trade or through other means. Their loyalty to the crown isn’t because their pocketbooks are tied to it.”

“This will make this area a neutral territory,” Gray says, continuing the planning session. “Silla, we don’t know who the leader of the Underground is, or even what gender they are. So walk around, grab a drink, and mingle. They don’t want you leaving without speaking with you, so I imagine they’ll be in touch. The entire party is being held in a garden with a mansion behind it. The person throwing the ball owns the property, and wishes to fundraise for orphaned children.”

“How are they raising money for them?” I ask. Even though it’s not tied to our mission, I’m still interested.

“Private auction held through the mazes on the other side of the property. It’s apparently a nice walk, and since it’s not typically open to the public, people attending will want to see it,” Isaac explains.

I’ve never understood lavish parties used to fundraise, but as long as those who need it receive the money, I guess these have their purpose.

“Anything else I need to know?” I ask as I finish my dinner.

“Yes. I picked you up a gift,” Sidney says, standing and leaving the room.

“It’s from all of us,” Aydens says, rolling his eyes.

“They’re being ridiculous, but I can’t say they’re wrong,” Andrya sighs. “There’s a lot of unknowns tonight, and we need to know we can find you if you disappear.”

“It’s a tracker isn’t it?” I snort as Sidney comes in with a black box.

“We’re really that predictable, huh?” he chuckles, putting it on the table. “Open it up.”

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