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“Uh, sure.”

“Vodka?”

“Good guess.”

“I figured if it were tequila, your clothes would be off by now.” He winks and heads to the bar.

Okay, he’s hot, funny, and rich. Three things I can check off on my future husband list.

No. No future husband list. I’m not here to look for a future husband. I’m here for one night.

One night. Experience. Not money, not a husband, not a future.

I groan as I take another look around, needing to keep eyes on Vincenzo. If I can keep track of where he is all night, I can avoid him. That is until they call people up on stage. I can only hope he’s one of the first men up there while I’m one of the last woman to be picked. Leaving isn’t an option. It took a lot for me to get here, and I’m going to stay.

Currently, he’s chatting up a blond girl on the other end of the room. She’s looking up at him with little hearts in her eyes while he stares down at her with boredom. Poor thing doesn’t seem to realize he has no interest.

What is he doing here, anyway? Enzo can get any woman he wants, whenever he wants.

He may be my father’s friend, much older than me, and completely off limits, but I have eyes. Enzo is a catch. He’s hot, rich, and charming as hell. And maybe I’ve had a crush on him since I was a little girl. Something I wouldn’t in a million years admit out loud.

“One vodka on the rocks for the most gorgeous girl in the room.”

I smile as I take the drink. His joke was cheesy, but I think he did that on purpose.

I take a chance and give Enzo my back. At least if he looks over here, he won’t recognize me. There are a bunch of dark-haired girls in the room. There’s no way he’d recognize me from the back of my head.

The clock says there are only five minutes left. I shouldn’t have to worry about him for much longer. Hopefully within the next hour I’ll be locked away in a room with a stranger, having lots and lots of orgasms.

“So, what is your name?” Green-Eyes asks.

“Jordan.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jordan. I’m Rafael.”

“Like the turtle?” I smirk and take another sip.

“I don’t get that joke nearly as much as I expect to.”

I open my mouth to tell him it’s probably a good thing, because it’s a terrible joke, but someone’s voice comes over the speaker, so we both turn toward the stage.

“Hello, everyone. Can I have your attention, please?” There’s an attractive older man up on stage speaking. Everyone settles down and gives him their attention. He smiles brightly, then continues talking. “Welcome, everyone, to the first Wicked Temptation Key Party. We are glad you all have decided to join us tonight for what we hope will turn into an annual event. I’m Damien and your MC for the night. A few housekeeping issues to get out of the way before we get to the real reason you’re all here. Everyone here was medically checked for any transmittable diseases and pregnancy. While we’ve been given the all-clear, I still want to mention there are condoms in the bag you will be given once your key number is called. Using them or not is on you. Next, you all signed a waiver and an NDA to attend tonight; so as the old saying goes, what happens here stays here. Lastly, in the same bag with the contraceptives, there will be some fun little toys you’re welcome to keep, and a list of your partner’s hard and soft limits. These limits are to be respected at all costs. Security is posted around the inside of the club, so if there are any issues, please reach out and it will be handled immediately. Tonight is supposed to be fun, not some shit you’d see in a bad porno. Okay, so without further ado, let’s get me off the stage and see who’s playing with whom tonight, shall we?” A few people clap and whoop. “Men who are picking keys, please line up. When I call your name, please step onto the stage. You’ll draw a key card, and I will announce the name and number of who you drew. The rest is all up to you guys. Have fun and be safe!”

Well, I guess that’s that.

“Show time,” Rafael whispers before disappearing into the crowd.

I watch as he goes, wondering if I’ll be so lucky to get paired with a guy as nice as him.

Chapter Four

Jordan

The key picking is about halfway done, as far as I can tell. There have been many men up on that stage already, each of them handsome as hell and seemingly satisfied with the woman they’ve been paired with. But not one of those men was Enzo.

He’s still in the crowd, waiting his turn. And the kicker? Rafael is beside him. And not just in a, this is where I decided to stand way. But in a, we know each other very well type of way, which I find both interesting and intriguing. How well do they know each other? Are they friends? Business associates? Fuck buddies? Are they here together-together, or just together?

I find myself watching them more than the stage, half expecting to see them hold hands or kiss. Which would be so damn hot, if I do say so myself. Thanks, alcohol.