#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 17)



House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.


Daphne hobbled down the stairs to the bar, still feeling the lingering the effects of her time with Connor. He’d worked her body hard and her muscles begged for rest.
The bar appeared gloomy and desolate. Gone were the throngs of people being tempted by scantily clad creatures of the evening. No music boomed from the speakers. Chairs sat upended on the tops of tables, half the lights had been turned off, and the only sound Daphne heard was the clanking of glasses behind a door near the bar.
Guess this place closes up early, Daphne mused. She searched around for someone. She needed to find her friends and get home.
Daphne was taken by surprise when Alexander strolled in behind her.
“And how was your evening?” His voice was that casual drawl that had compelled her to walk with him upstairs, yet in this eerie silence it startled her. She jumped and turned to face him. His piercing stare met hers and the corner of his mouth rose to a sinister grin.
She winced looking into his pale, gaunt face. He was no Greek god, like the rest of the working men were.
Stuttering and stammering, Daphne tried to look around for her friends. “Oh … yes, wonderful … I … There are no words to describe-” She didn’t want to be alone with this guy.
“Excellent,” he said. His eyes lit up. For a moment Daphne thought she saw a flash of a dollar sign reflecting back at her from his overjoyed expression. “That is exactly what I wanted to hear.”
“Yeah. Um, where are my two friends?”
He gave a knowing snort of a laugh. “They are still in the booth…where you left them. Pity they didn’t have more money.”
There was no hiding the greed in Alexander’s eyes. Daphne tried to mask her disgust behind a fake smile. “Great, I’ll just go get them,” she said a little louder than she’d meant to. Alexander gave her the creeps and she needed to get away as fast as she could. He stared at her like a wild animal stalking its prey.
Daphne turned towards the booth in the back corner, took a few steps, stopped, and looked over her shoulder to make sure Alexander wasn’t going to follow. He stood perfectly still, his eyes still fixing her with that greedy, hungry stare.
“Uh … tell Connor … thanks. He was amazing,” she said.
“I will. And thank you for enjoying the House of Immortal Pleasures.”
She laughed nervously and continued walking to the booth.
Kerri and Jamie were both passed out and curled up with each other in the booth. Daphne contemplated blackmail. She needed something to repay them for dragging her here against her will. Though she had the night of her life, Daphne still wanted them to suffer, a bit, for their scheming.
Pulling her phone out of her jeans, she quickly snapped a few…interesting photos. Innocent or not, it would be funny hearing Jamie explain why her hand was on Kerri’s boob. And Kerri would have to explain why it looked like she was giving Jamie a hickey. She snickered as she finished taking the blackmail photos and pocketed her phone.
Looking over her shoulder, she wanted to make sure Alexander wasn’t still there in the room watching her. Thankfully, he was gone. Taking in a deep breath, Daphne calmed her thoughts and put on the straightest face she could before yelling, “Wake up you two!”
Jamie and Kerri jumped at the sudden noise, sitting upright on the bench seat.
“What? What the hell?” a bleary-eyed Kerri moaned. “We’re up. You don’t need to shout.”
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Daphne said in her best, angry voice. She fixed them both with a cold stare attempting to look furious.
Jamie’s hand shot to her head. “How much did I friggin’ drink last night? I feel like I got hit by a truck. I need aspirin.”
“You deserve to feel crappy. I can’t believe you brought me here and made me …” She threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, I don’t even want to talk about it.” Daphne had to bite her lip to avoid the smile threatening to spread across her face. She balled up her hand into a tight fist so her nails bit into her palms. She wasn’t about to give away the truth that she had just experienced the best sex ever. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that their little scheme worked.
“What happened, Daph? Did you do it?” Kerri said with a yawn, stretching her arms out wide.
“How could you even ask me that? You threw me to the wolves with a shot of tequila and a pat on the ass, and now you want details?”
“Yes!” her friends responded in unison.
“Ugh!” Daphne groaned, balling her fist tighter so the pain would come out in her voice. She turned and headed for the door. “Let’s get out of here. I’m not your personal soap opera.”
“Please, we need details,” they begged, trailing behind Daphne.

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