Chapter 3
Three
Luna
T he blond god with gorgeous eyes, a husky voice and a swollen cock made for ruining women in all the right ways lifts my hand to his lips and presses a delicate kiss over the top of my knuckles. I try not to let my eyes fall all over the man like I’m a starved woman, but hey… I’m a starved woman.
“What is my sexual pleasure for this evening?” I repeat his question to make sure I heard right.
To go to heaven in your arms, is what drops to the tip of my tongue but I’m not here to play so I shuffle through my thoughts for something else to say.
“Tell me anything you wish and I’ll make it come true.”
Heat creeps into my face. “You’re a forward man, aren’t you? Do you always make promises you have no idea you can keep?” There goes my jaded heart speaking for me again. There’s a reason I’m a virgin at my age. I don’t put up with bullshit and I’ve yet to find a man who isn’t full of it. They are either after conquering the daughter of a legend or… yeah that is pretty much it in my experience. I’ve found men say a lot of shit to get what they want and then they walk away.
It’s fucking sad as hell.
My flushed admirer drops my hand with blatant annoyance that I didn’t fall into his arms and instantly cream my dental floss of a thong.
“Oh God. You’re not into corny one-liners, are you?” Ivy isn’t any more impressed with the guy than I am.
“Say whatever you have to and get rid of him.”
Ivy again.
“Are you here with someone?”
Blue eyes hold me captive just like the hand keeping mine pinned to his bare chest.
“Not exactly.” Ivy in my ear doesn’t count.
“Then maybe I can be the one to fulfill your wishes this evening?” His hand takes a hold of mine again, raising it to rest on his chest.
I hate to kill the hope in his eyes. He seems to like my painted-on hibiscus flowers.
“Unless he’s draped in a million dollars’ worth of diamonds, Moone, keep moving. He’s not your mark.”
Patience is not Ivy’s strength, I’m quickly learning.
I step from the man’s body heat and he lets my hand slip from his hold, albeit reluctantly from the way his brows draw together and the handsome smile on his lips falls into a straight line.
“I’m sorry, handsome. Maybe some other night.” My saucy wink only seems to deepen the frown on his face.
With that I leave the wounded stranger to watch the gyrating mass of bodies in the ballroom orgy. Toward the back I spot an elegant curve of stairs leading to the second floor. I head that way, keeping to the shadows. Up here the jungle theme continues with greenery, bold body paint and an undisturbed view of another more intimate show. Along the fringes there are private alcoves with lush black curtains that most have kept open to enjoy the stimulating view. Toward the middle of the floor, sits a slightly raised stage where a woman offers her beautiful and very pregnant body painted in gold to three jungle pirates hunting for the most sought-after treasure.
They definitely found it in her. The way she can take two men at a time and the third with her mouth has me slowing my pace. While my mind struggles to assimilate what I’m seeing, my body understands exactly what it wants. Waves of heat roll through me and my breasts grow heavy with need.
“It’s almost time to find your mark.”
I don’t know why I do it, but I admit the truth when I should just keep my mouth shut and not give anyone ammo to use against me. “Good. Much longer in this place and I don't know if I can resist the next man who wants to deliver on all my fantasies. The more I see, the longer my wish list gets.” My confession is a small truth, but what I’ve learned the hard way is that even the smallest of details can be used against me.
“Be careful what you wish for. You might get it.”
See what I mean? If it benefits her, Ivy would put me in the middle of shark-infested waters and dangle me like fresh virgin bait.
“I’m checking out the rest of the floors.”
“When you finish, go back to the second floor. Your men await you there.”
Men? I’ve never hit multiple marks at once. What kind of magic does she think I possess? Just because I’m a Moone, doesn’t mean I was born with all my father’s…talents, let’s just say.
“This isn’t some long con, Ivy. I’m an in and out kind of girl.”
“You know the Society’s reputation, don’t you? Of course there’s more than one man. Tell me your surroundings.”
My half future boss, half con coach pays no mind to my nervous breathing when I describe the second floor. “Beyond the occupied stage in the middle is an exit and to the back of the room to my left is a bank of elevators. There are private alcoves tucked into the sides of the rooms where key holders enjoy their privacy from prying eyes.”
“Noted. We will come back to those. For now, keep moving.”
I make quick work of exploring the rest of the floors via the winding staircase and sharing everything I see. Neon lights, glass and gleaming metal work with the jungle decor to transport all the members into a fantasy world of flowers, sex and a wild night of passion.
Most of the private rooms are on the upper floors with only a few on the second floor. The rooftop was interesting. I wish I had more time to explore more but I can sense Ivy growing impatient.
“Head for the second floor and walk along the alcoves until you spot three men in gray suits. When you do, keep moving.”
The soft click of my stilettos on the gleaming marble floor fades into the thumping tempo as I follow Ivy’s instructions. My eyes slide across the dark, smoky club. Everyone is occupied with their partners and not paying attention to me.
A lock of hair escapes the high bun I have my hair twisted into. Holding it in place, I make quick work of completing my task with no luck. “Sorry, Ivy. No men in gray suits. I just need to fix this wayward curl real quick and then I’ll continue the hunt.”
On my rounds, I noticed mirrors line the walls of the private booths. I slip into the last one to find it empty. Perfect. I lean a knee on the cushion of a lush couch with thick cushions and tuck my hair back into place. Looks are critical on a job. Mine is designed to seduce the mark. One hair out of place could turn them off and I’m out a mark, a job and fifty thousand dollars.
“I didn’t realize we would have our own personal show.”
My eyes bolt to three men standing behind me.
“Oh.” I gasp.
The soft clack of metal over a rod hits my ears. Someone has enclosed us. Soft light comes to life and throws the private booth into shades of blues and grays.
I’m suddenly surrounded by a wall of heat. And then I’m hit with a wall of masculine scents. It is as intoxicating as it is raw on my senses.
Trepidation surges. I’ve made a grave mistake. Not only for trusting Ivy but picking the wrong booth to enter.
A callused hand slides over my ass while another traces the leaves of a palm frond painted over my exposed back.
“Beautiful to the sight and soft to the touch, my brothers. I knew she would be.”
Cool electricity skates over my senses. It is like ice on overly heated skin. I can’t describe it any other way. And it contrasts the instant raging inferno swirling inside me.
Oh, God.
I lift my gaze to find three men with obsidian eyes, jet black hair and gray suits taking in the sight of my hibiscus flowers through the mirror like I’m the last bloom on earth.
My earpiece crackles before Ivy sends my heart into my throat.
“Moone, meet your marks. The Ambrose brothers. You are tasked with bringing me their ruby rings.”
I curse the tremble running through me because in its wake my nipples turn into hard tips and all three of the men notice in a big way.
Fuck. Me.