Free Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1) by Zoey Derrick

 
    “Derek has asked you to be a guest, not a statue,” he snickers. “It’s one of his ultra-private parties, usually meaning security is light and stuck to the outside of the house.”  
    “Ahh,” I nod in understanding. I wonder idly if this is a private play party.  
    I’d done some more research, though I haven’t had time for much, and it talked about private play parties among good friends. Usually meaning Doms and subs are invited and well, it turns into a play night.  
    “Does he host these private parties often?”  
    “Not that often, but usually only when we’re here in town. Have you ever been to one of Derek’s parties?”  
    “No, sir,” I tell him, and it’s true, I haven’t, but I can speculate, based on what Dex and Raine have said Derek’s relationship is like with Dacotah.  
    “They’re small, usually only ten to twelve people, and Ms. Miller and Mr. Hunter handle all the catering during the event. Leaving them and their guests in the house.”  
    “Do you know what kind of parties they are?”  
    He looks at me as he comes to a stoplight. “I do.”  
    “So why aren’t you telling me?”  
    “Because I figured you already knew.”  
    I shrug. “Yeah, I suppose. Though I haven’t actually been invited by anyone.”  
    “I imagine Derek will be doing that. He asked that I not steal you away when we get back to the house. Though as of right now, you’ll be sleeping in our quarters.”  
    “I’d figured that part.”  
    He nods and the light changes and we make our way through a small town. It reminds me of Montana, small one and two story buildings lining the main street. Trees, though mostly leafless now, line the street on either side and cars are parked along the curbs. It’s early afternoon on a Friday so there are plenty of people roaming around with bags in hand as they make their way from one store to the next.  
    “The next party is Christmas Eve. Mr. Hunter throws a huge extravaganza. Inviting friends and some of his employees to the house. There will be several people staying in the house through Christmas day. One of which is your boss’s boss.”  
    “Cami?” I raise an eyebrow at him and he looks at me.  
    “Yes, she’s one of Derek’s reps, among other things. Her husband and their son will also be here. It’s my understanding that they’re staying through Saturday. Then Sunday morning Mr. Hunter, Ms. Miller, Mr. Harris and Ms. Montgomery, along with you, and myself, will be traveling over to Nashville where we will stay through New Year’s.”  
    “Perfect.” I can’t help letting a little excitement into my voice about Nashville. I am just sorry I have to wait that long to get to that point.  

    He continues on, talking about security procedures in the house, the fact that Christmas has a very tight guest list and no deviations are allowed. That of course is for security purposes and while there are no announced metal detectors, everyone is screened on the way in. I find it odd that a private party like that would cause that kind of search, but I realize that because of the amount of people it is necessary. Sean informs me that there are five-hundred people plus who are scheduled to be in attendance.  
    I can’t help wondering what kind of estate this man has in order to accommodate that many people in his house.  

    My question is answered not long after that as we drive down a mile long driveway that leads to a massive mansion set in a wide open field. As we draw closer to it, I am completely blown away by the sheer size of the three story residence in front of me. “Good god,” I groan and Sean laughs.  
    “Impressive, isn’t it?”  
    “You can say that again. How many guys do you have on staff?”  
    “On a normal, vacant day, two. When Mr. Hunter is in residence, we have seven. On party nights, we have up to seventy-five who come in. Many of which belong to Mr. Hunter’s guests. It’s a coordinated effort. Mr.