Free Deceived and Devoured by Lyla Sinclair Page A

Brazilian wax for Eric and buy a new set of “cutest pajamas.”

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I was shocked when I pulled up to the address Alexis had given me. Although she had an air about her, as though she’d grown up as privileged as my classmates, she’d mentioned on the yacht how she’d worked her way through college. I knew she was a trainer for a cable network.
    The house I was parked in front of was more like one the CEO would own. I’d spent most of my life in apartments and now lived in the tiny house my grandfather had built, so the elegance of this place was stunning. I was tempted to pluck a blade of grass from the perfectly manicured lawn and see if a gardener came running to replace it.
    Walking up to the over-sized front door, I was self-conscious. At least I’d covered my pajamas with a black trench. I rang the doorbell, then nervously pushed my long brown hair behind my shoulders. It seemed to take forever before the door opened.
    “Great, you made it!” Alexis appeared completely comfortable in her lacy teal camisole top and matching panties. I noticed her—normally hazel—cat eyes had also adjusted themselves to match the color of her outfit. The nipples on her ample breasts were just visible through the lace.
    I was reminded again of how much more “endowed” she was compared to me.
    “Yes…I’m here.” As usual, I felt intimidated and uncomfortable in her presence. I glanced around, hoping to see Eric, but there was no sign of him, not that I could tell from the foyer anyway. The house was huge.
    “Let me take your coat,” Alexis said. I was sure I could see the anticipation in her eyes. I hoped she didn’t notice my hands shaking as I untied the belt and removed my coat.
    “Adorable pajamas.” Alexis took in my pink camisole with molded underwire cups—to make me look a bit bigger up top—with sheer net fabric that skimmed over my stomach. She paced around me slowly. There was no mistaking her examination of my body. I found myself hoping she approved. When she paused behind me, I knew she was looking at my matching “boy short” bottoms, cut high in the back, allowing a peek at my rounded ass. “Nice,” she said.
    I realized I hadn’t been breathing and took in a sudden, shuddering gasp. Alexis gave me a knowing look, then hung my trench in the coat closet.
    “Come on,” she said. “We’re in here.”
    I followed her through an ornate formal living room to a hall in the back. She started down some stairs and I followed.
    Where were we going? A dungeon? My nerves crackled. Goose bumps appeared on my
    arms. She opened the solid door at the foot of the stairs. Inside the room, it was almost completely dark.
    “Is it over?”
    As I peered around her, I realized this was a mini-movie theater. The credits were rolling on the screen.
    “It’s over,” a female voice sighed.
    Alexis flipped a switch and the lights came on. “You’ve only seen that movie about a hundred times,” she said.
    “Yeah, but it gets me every time,” said a blonde with a sweet face and modern pixie haircut.
    She totally didn’t look like she’d be Alexis’ friend.
    “That’s Tiff,” Alexis said.
    “Short for Tiffany,” the pixie added.
    “This is Pia,” Alexis motioned toward another blonde, this one with shoulder length hair.
    She smiled as her eyes perused me from top to bottom. I wondered if she was one of those catty women, always looking for something to make fun of. “And that’s Paris.” A leggy brunette turned and knelt on her seat, draping her arms over the back of it. “Named after the place she was conceived,” Alexis added.
    “Yeah, I got off better than my brothers,” Paris said. “Master Bath and Broom Closet.”
    The blondes laughed. “Yeah, that one never gets old, “Alexis replied sarcastically.
    “It must not. You set it up for me every time.”
    Disappointment settled over me. Eric wasn’t here. There would be no hot action tonight. It was really just an all-girl slumber