Free On top: Billionaire bachelor romance (The Playgirls Book 1) by May Sage

me.”
    “Anything,” he instantly replied.
    He meant it.
    “You’ve got plan for Christmas Day?”
    He shook his head.
    “Tamsin’s taking Xander to London, so no – I don’t think Kellan or Kane want to bother.”
    Her smile grew bigger yet.
    “Great! Call them both; we’re going to San-Francisco.”
    “We are?”
    “Oh yes. We definitely are.”
     
     

Chapter 11
     
    The distraction totally worked. Telling Mara that she knew three poor schmucks who didn’t have their mommy bear to cook them Christmas dinner was like throwing a baby at Rumpelstiltskin. Katie was too busy checking out the hunks to be a bitch, Shane wasn’t certain which one she shagged, so he didn’t hack into anyone’s personal files, and talking about hiking did sway her dad.
    What sucked were the sleeping arrangements. Her parent’s suburban four bedroom wasn’t likely to comfortably house them all, so the Colburn were about to check into a hotel, when unexpectedly, Shane offered three of his five spare bedrooms. 
    Wow. That was new.
    Alice had to wonder if there were darker motives behind the generous offer; was it to drill them, get a clearer picture of the mechanism?
    She didn’t want a clear picture – she and Colt had an arrangement; she could do without having to explain things to her family when it stopped. So, they really didn’t need to know anything more than the truth: the Colburn were her friends.
    Needless to say, Mama Vaughan didn’t see things her way.
     
    Always the perfect hostess, Mara let it go while they were in company, but she cleverly cornered her in the kitchen under the presence of needing her girls to help with dessert.
    “I wasn’t born yesterday, young lady,” she told her, a hand on her curvaceous hips. “These three boys are real gentlemen. Don’t you think I didn’t see them opening the doors, pushing our chairs... And they sure don’t make them like them around here! All these muscles…”
    And to say that she thought hearing her parents having sex ten years ago had been traumatizing; it was nothing compared to the image of her damn milf of a mother licking sweat off a tanned, chiseled six pack.
    Brain bleach needed.
    “Mama, swear to me you’ll never, ever mention the physical attributes of any of my friends.”
    “You shouldn’t have brought back three actual GQ models, then, should you?” Katie intervened.
    From anyone else, it might have seemed a teasing jest, but Alice heard the venom underneath it all; she all but spat it out at her face. There was an accusation here, somehow.
    As per usual, she let it go, deciding to ignore the jab. Someone had to pretend being an adult here.
    “Exactly,” Mara agreed. “So cut the crappy cake and tell us which one we will see at Easter.”
    Oh, for Christ’s sake.
    “Remember you’ve made me spill this out; we’re just friends who fuck, Mama.”
    This wasn’t met with so much as a raised eyebrow.
    “Of course, dear; your father and I are, and will always be friends who fuck, too.”
    “Mom!”
    Agreed and emphasized; Katie and Alice might not agree on much, but for once, they were on the exact same radio station: this was TMI, big time.
    “Shut it, Katie; I’m winning,” she warned, before turning to Alice, eyes narrowed. “Let me spill it out for you, dear. I will become your nightmare. I’ll get the childhood pictures out, speak about your exes, mention my sex life and grope one of their delightfully toned derrieres after getting drunk, if you don’t tell me which one you’re seeing. Now.”
    Fuck. Her mother was plain evil.
     
    •
     
    Meeting the Vaughan had been enlightening; over the course of the last five hours, he’d come to understand a lot more about Alice than he’d managed to in the whole of their acquaintance.
    Might have something to do with the fact that he’d avoided her for a good two months and had spent the following three weeks fucking her; somehow, they hadn’t really had time to talk on about stuff