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

that mattered.
    The holiday dinner was exactly what he’d needed to get stuff out of her. Families had a way of saying, repeating and arguing the same matter over and over each time they gathered; football, politics, movies, music – everything was mentioned.
    Turns out, she liked sports, didn’t mind the president and had seen every single blockbusters out in 2015; more importantly, he came to understand a lot about her character through her role in her nest.
    She was the mediator.
    Her sister, a pretty damn gorgeous, voluptuous blond with a massive rack and an ass Kellan had yet to stop staring at was a bit of a bitch, and her mother seemed sad each time she dug into anyone; Alice diligently redirected the discussion towards something else, effortlessly throwing a random comment which somehow interested every present party. Words were her weapon; her career choice seemed completely logical, now he saw her in action.
    Her father was uptight, and a little bit scary – the kind of men who definitely owned a rifle – but her smile completely transfixed his entire aura. He chilled out each time her lips curled up; she stuck her tongue at him at some point, making him actually chuckle.
    Her brother seemed cool, but he occasionally left the room; not physically, perhaps, but his mind was completely elsewhere half the time. Her mom had called him a couple of time without getting a reaction; she’d sighed and let it go, but Alice kicked his chair.
    “Dud, wakey wakey, mother wants the mustard.”
    In short, Alice was pretty damn amazing and came from good people.
    Everything went great, expect for the fact that he hadn’t touched her since they’d been out of the car. She didn’t want her family to know about them; he wasn’t overly surprised, but the development was still unpleasant.
    Then, unexpectedly, after the most orgasmingly amazing lemon drizzle he’d ever tasted, their gorgeous, elegant host turned to him and asked if he was staying with Alice.
    The entire table shut up; Colt could feel the two Vaughan male’s eyes on him and they weren’t friendly right now.
    He glanced towards Alice, who was glaring at her mother while her sister smiled like a Cheshire Cat.
    “We’re aware our baby is twenty-six,” Mara added. “You’re very welcome to stay in her room, dear.”
    “Mother,” Alice started and Colt almost heard the refusal, so he cut her off. The cat was out of the bag; no need to try and stuff it back in.
    “Thanks Mara, that would be great. Alice and I work different hours; I don’t think we’ve ever spent a whole night together.”
    “Perfect. You can start working on some grandbabies for us, can’t you?”
    That’s when the battle started.
     
    Alice jumped – actually jumped to her feet, and ran out of room; confused, Colt and his two brothers stayed on their seats as the Vaughan all suddenly followed, heading in different directions.
    Within a few seconds, Alice was back, armed with a bright green water-pistol.
    She threw reached inside a humongous red stocking and distributed the goods – fully loaded pistols; blue, pink and yellow. 
    “What’s the shape under your name tag?”
    Colt was in the world of What The Fuck by then, but Kellan woke up pretty quickly, and reached out for his name tag on the table, finding a big triangle underneath; Kane had a round and Colt, a square.
    “You’re in my team,” she told Kane. “Follow me.”
    Kane was the one who wasn’t really taking part in family stuff; he liked them well enough, but he only joined them when his presence was required, normally – he’d probably only tagged along because it was Christmas, and well, it sucks to be alone this time of the year.
    But he wasn’t sociable; which was why Colt was baffled when he jumped to his feet and ran after Alice, laughing on his way.
    At the door, she stopped for one moment and said:
    “You’d better find your partners, as you don’t know the rules. Just so you know, though: if one of