Page 110 of Silk Sheets

“Logan didn’t tell you?”

“No,” I shook my head, and he gave me a slight shrug.Right.

I turned, staring out at everyone and everything. Black and white with gold accents for decoration, beautiful women and handsome men, food, drinks and waitresses floating around. It looked like one of those fancy events my dad always dragged mom and I to. The room was filled with murmurs and soft jazz music.

“If you’ll excuse me,” I politely said, glancing between the two of them. “I need to find three new Dom’s to suck off,” I murmured before strutting across the room.Really? I know I fucked up but was this really necessary? As if Chase carrying me to my bedroom last night after I had fallen asleep wasn’t punishment enough.

I immediately halted in my tracks, feeling the vibrations between my thighs. Pleasure spiked up my spine and Iswallowed hard, straightening my shoulders as I kept my head up. With a deep breath in, I didn’t even bother casting them a glance as I continued.

This morning, after breakfast, I was told that I wasn’t allowed to leave my bedroom at all until either of them said otherwise. I was about to protest but when I caught Kaden’s stern eyes, I decided against it. I guess even withholding information grounds for punishment.

I was bored out of my mind, being stuck in that room. Logan wordlessly brought me lunch and left immediately afterward, having fought the urge to give in after the puppy dog eyes I shot his way.

Around 5 p.m. he reentered my bedroom and informed me of tonight’s event. He placed my dress, shoes, handbag and accessories on my bed before leaving again.

After that Chase brought my final accessory and well, now here we are.

I grabbed a virgin martini, having a sip. I trailed my eyes around the room, taking all of it in. These women exuded elegance. It was evident that this was just another event to them.

I had some of the caviar before a hand grazed my lower back. I turned with the intention of apologizing until I realized it wasn’t one of the guys.

“You’re a new face.”

I was met with a tall, older man. He looked mid forties in a wrinkle free grey suit. “Anthony,” he extended his hand and I politely smiled.

“Dakota,” I took his hand but he lifted mine to his face and without breaking eye contact, he kissed the back of my fingers. He stood up right, looking down at me with a smile. “You look… incredible,” he breathlessly said and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Thank you,” I smiled politely, pulling my hand from his as I lifted my glass to my lips.

“Your first time?” he asked and I nodded.

“Is it that obvious?” I leaned closer to whisper and a grin tugged at his lips.

“Definitely not,” he shook his head. “I simply haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Do these events happen often?” I sipped my drink.

“Every second week,” he answered and my jaw almost dropped. It didn’t. I kept my composure. Elegance was the main focus of the night.

The vibrations between my legs started again and my eyes grew wide as my fingers tightened around the glass.Shit.

“Everything okay?” Anthony asked with a hand on my waist and the vibrations increased.

“Yes,” I smiled, stepping back and the vibrations decreased.Oh? I see. “Sorry about that,” I brushed it off, feeling a hand on my lower back.

“You were serious about that?” Chase asked to my right, looking down at me and my brows drew together in confusion.

Chase’s eyes landed on Anthony who quickly caught on.

“Chase Madden,” Anthony said and both men shook hands. “She’s beautiful,” he pointed out and Chase gave him a single nod in agreement.

Kaden stopped at my left with Logan and I swallowed hard.

“Sinclair,” Logan said, shaking Anthony’s hand and Kaden did the same. Anthony spat out some Italian and all four men shared a humorous chuckle.Damn. They even laugh like money.

Their conversations continued in English and being bored out of my mind, I trailed my eyes around the room, leaning into Chase.

I really wondered if everyone here genuinely enjoyed their time or if they faked it. Well, I guess they knew why they were here, so chances are they were having a better time than I was.