Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection
My mood soured briefly when I saw a small cluster of men, my anti-fan club, sneering in my direction.
Bastards, careful or I might bed your pretty straight wife, I thought, taking a full sip of my cosmopolitan. The idea was reckless, probably stupid, but imagining them walking in on it sent a shiver down my spine.
"Welllll look who it is!" a voice slurred behind me.
Damnit, there goes my pleasant evening, I muttered. I turned slowly to see Prescott Hale grinning like an asshole.
He was the absolute worst of the men I had tangled with about my séxuality, first-class asshole material with questionable ethics. I had seen him cheating, and I had met his wife Elowen a couple of times, feeling gen