Time to Play (15 page)

On the opposite side there was a
pair of red sandals with straps that went around the ankle. The outfit would be
in the thousand dollar range. Shaking her head at the extravagance, she dried
her body then covered every inch in moisturiser for a silky finish. Her mother
must have had some sense to send her to public school. Living out of the public
eye away in the country had been a blessing. Two weeks with the world watching
and Simone was ready to tear her hair out.

Using the hair dryer available, she
tamed her black locks as much as possible. She hated sitting for any length of
time in the chair at the hairdressers and preferred to keep her hair a
reasonable length.

Simone remembered the way her mother
would spend hours in front of the roaring fire combing out her hair while they
watched television. The time they spent together had been worth the pain of a
few knots or two throughout her hair.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts,
Simone finished with her hair, placed the bra on,
then
put the red dress on. The zipper at the back needed pulling up. She put the
shoes on before applying her make-up. When she was done, she didn’t bother to
look in the mirror. She left the bedroom and knocked on the first door she came
to.

Cole opened the door while buttoning
up the cufflinks on his jacket.

“Could you zip me?” she asked,
presenting him with her back.

His fingers grazed her skin making
her gasp. The small touch was enough to make her pussy wet. Cole placed his
hand on her hips. “You look stunning.”

“You haven’t seen me all properly
yet.”

“If you look anything like the back,
I know you’re going to look stunning.”

He always knew how to say the right
thing. Smiling, she turned back to him.

“I stand corrected. You do look more
stunning from the front than from the back.”

Simone began walking toward the
sitting room. Cole caught up with her pressing her back against the wall.

“What’s the matter, Cole?” she
asked.

“Nothing.
I just want a few moments to look
at you without all those flashing cameras.”

Simone stood waiting for him to look
his fill.

“
Callum
has exquisite taste,” he said.

“I’m pleased you think so.”

“I may have to get our artist friend
to draw you.”

“What is the artist’s name?”

“Sunny.”

“Never heard of
him.”

“I’ll see if you remember him in the
nude section.” Cole kissed her cheek then pulled away. He took hold of her hand
and escorted her into the sitting room.
Callum
came
through a few seconds later.

His gaze ran up and down the length of her body.
“Stunning.”

“Every available guy at this place will be drooling.”

“Then one of us will be with her at all times.”
Callum
placed her hand through his. “I think we’ll be the main talk at the party.”

He escorted her out to the waiting limousine. The press were nowhere in
sight. Cole climbed in behind her. Both men sat on either side of her. Each of
their thighs pressed against her own.

“How did you manage to get rid of the press?” she asked, trying to rid
her mind of the feel of their bodies.

“There is a party happening tonight. No one would miss us appearing
together. You’ll be spread across the front page.”

Cole’s phone beeped, interrupting
Callum
.

She watched him pull the device out of his pocket. There was a frown on
his face. “Bad news?” she asked.

“Nothing that can’t be taken care of tomorrow.”

Simone settled back thinking about the night ahead. She’d been good at
work dinners and parties. This would be nothing like work. “How do I handle
tonight?”

“What do you mean?”
Callum
asked.

“I’ve never been to one of these functions. Once my parents were
divorced I never lived in this lifestyle. My mother may have had money from the
divorce, but she never blew it on occasions like this.” Her mother had never
complained about money, and Simone wondered how the divorce had worked out.

“You’re involved with
Callum
, so look like he
walks on water and smiles like the angels bless him,” Cole said.

Simone burst out laughing at the image. There was no way her acting
would be that good.

“You’ve got no chance of that.”

“Then imagine what it will feel like with my cock pressing inside your
cunt later tonight. I’ll have you tied to my bed, and I’ll lick every square
inch of your body.”

Simone moaned at his wicked words. “I don’t think that will work.”

“I don’t know. Cole, sit over there and see if it works.”

Cole shuffled to the seat opposite them. She smiled at him then stuck
her tongue out.

“I think she’s right,
Callum
. Your skill must
be lacking in old age.”

Callum
caught her cheek turning her to
look at him. “I don’t think so.” His fingers stroked down the length of her
neck. “She knows what I can do to her body. I bet she isn’t wearing any
underwear. Your pussy is bare to the touch.”

She closed her thighs as her moisture began to seep out of her slit. The
last thing she needed was a wet patch on the back of her dress.

“That’s perfect. No one will doubt her feelings,” Cole said. “She looks
ready to eat you alive.”

Callum
closed the distance claiming her
lips. When he came up, Simone knew her lips were swollen. She didn’t want him
to end with that small touch. Licking her lips, she tasted his musky maleness
on her tongue, moaning.

“I want more,” she said.

“I’ll give you more tonight. Think about what I can do to your body when
the cameras are flashing. You’ll look so tempting the press won’t be able to
get enough of you.” She whimpered when he nibbled her ear lobe.

“You’re doing this on purpose to distract me.”

Cole chuckled. “We’re here.”

She pulled away as the door to their limo was opened. Cole climbed out
first, buttoning his jacket.

“You’ll do fine. I won’t be too far from you.”

Simone nodded taking the hand that Cole offered and helping her out of
the back of the limo. The cameras began flashing. The sound of the light
flickering and the chaos of the people meant Simone didn’t understand a word.
Callum
got out behind her. His hand banded around her waist
pulling her close.

“We don’t mingle with the press. Follow Cole. I’m right here,”
Callum
said. His voice soothed her even as her heart rate
sped up. How did he manage to sound like sex when he spoke? Pushing sex to the
back of her mind, she followed Cole admiring the smooth shape of his ass. She
wanted to sink her nails into the flesh as he rode her body.

Stop, Simone. Stop.

Cole took her jacket the moment they were inside with
Callum
coming up the rear. She took a quick glance through
the glass doors. The crowd startled her.

“There are a lot of people here.” The people reminded her of her father.
The wealthy and the arrogant.
Callum
and Cole were wealthy, but they didn’t have the arrogance or the attitude that
everyone else beneath them was smaller.

“Sunny has become rather popular.”

“Okay. Let’s go and do our stuff.”

“With pleasure,”
Callum
said, taking her arm.
The glass doors opened. Several heads turned toward them. Simone used all of
her strength in an attempt to not hide behind
Callum
.

She looked behind her to see Cole staring at her ass. A thrill went
right through her body from his gaze.

A long flute was handed to her. She sipped at the liquid.

“Be careful. The champagne at these functions is strong.”
Callum
took a sip of his own glass. She nodded her head
then began to look at each painting she could see.

“There is not a lot of art work here.”

“That’s because there is a showing around the back,” Cole said.

Within moments Simone spotted her brother Daniel. A blond, woman with
fake boobs was draped on his arm. Simone chuckled taking another quick glance
around the room.

“I need to talk to some people. Do you want to come?”
Callum
asked.

“No. I’ll go and check out the artwork and see if any of the stuff is
considered real art.” Simone moved away from him.

The moment he was gone, Simone felt the emptiness from his absence.

Cole had gone as well to mingle with
Callum
leaving her alone.

“Well, I have to say I didn’t think the rumours were true,” Daniel said,
standing next to her.

“You lost your date.” Simone sipped her drink wishing it was water
instead of alcohol.

“She’s eyeing up the next fool to take her in. How are you?”

“I’ve been better as you can imagine. What brings you here?” She turned
to him. Her brother had aged some since the last time she’d seen him.

“I’m a collector of fine art, Simone. You should remember that. I
thought you’d never mingle with father’s people.” Daniel drained his flute
without blinking. She knew he must be used to the more luxurious lifestyle.

“I’m not mingling. I’m here with a really nice date.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard a rumour or two surrounding your date.”

Simone shook her head. “You don’t get to do that here, Daniel. Your time
for checking out my dates ran out after I turned eighteen.”

“As your brother I still get to look out for you. Gallagher is a hard
man. He’s not the settling down type, Simone. I thought you wanted what Mom
never had.”

She turned back to the picture in front of her. The landscape wasn’t all
that great. She recalled what Cole had said about the artist’s nudes. She hoped
Cole was correct.

“I’ve changed, Daniel. Trying to find the dream was not working out.
Besides, I don’t think settling down is in any man’s veins.” When she was a
little girl she’d told Daniel how she was going to find her Prince Charming, and
he was going to marry her and never cause her any heartache. Getting older had
put an end to that nightmare. Now she didn’t even try to look for the right
guy. She was happy with the few encounters she had.

“There are men out there looking for the right woman, Simone. There is a
guy looking for you.”

“Then tell him to stop looking because she’s found the right guy,”
Callum
said, wrapping his hands around her. Cole laughed on
her other side. She noticed her brother was smiling.

“I think you need to look at what you’ve got. You might be surprised.”
Daniel raised his empty glass to them,
then
left.

“A bit possessive much,” she said, pulling away and turning to face the
man in question.

“You’re mine, Simone. No other man gets to touch my stuff.”

“First, I’m a person.
A woman.
And second,
Daniel, who I was talking to, whose last name is also
Allusifa
,
is my brother.”

She sipped her glass. Before
Callum
got a
chance to speak they were interrupted by the artist himself.

“
Callum
and Cole, the
two people who were able to make this possible.”

Simone stared at the man coming toward them. “Elliot Jackson?” she
asked.

Sunny paused staring at her. “Well I’ll be damned. Little Simone
Allusifa
has all grown up.”

The artist walked toward her, swinging her off her feet. She let out a
squeal and a protest. Sunny put her down.

“You’re going by Sunny now?” she asked.

“Sunny has a lot better ring to it than Elliot.”

“I take it you two know each other?” Cole said.

“Yeah, we were in the same year at school. I never knew you’d gone on to
embrace your art.”

“That’s what you do when you love to paint. You find some sap
who
is willing to show your work. I’ve been lucky,” Sunny
said.

“You certainly have, but I’m more interested in the nudes I’ve heard so
much about.” Simone forgot about the two men. Seeing a familiar face from her
past was helping. Her brother’s presence helped a great deal as well.

“Yes, I’ll give you an exclusive tour.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Sunny turned his attention to the two men behind her. “May I take your
woman and show her the rest of the exhibit?”

“You don’t need to ask them. I’d love to.” She linked her hand into his
arm, and they began walking toward the back of the room.