Free ROMANCE: Country Club Affair (Pregnancy Secret Baby Short Stories) (Second Chances New Adult Contemporary) by Jane Price Page A

met the criteria to join the club. The Westons, however, had been clients of his and good friends. They had sponsored his application and they had kept up their friendship all these years.
     
    Her father was always so proud of his status here. The club was a means of making better connections, better wages, a better life for his family. Camden supposed that’s why he was so mad when things ended up the way they had. He worked hard all his life to give Camden the opportunities she had available to her, only for her to ruin them. Then not salvage her reputation by trying to marry the man.
     
    As supper service began and she was once again faced with her father’s icy stare, Camden wasn’t so sure her mother had been right. It would take a lot more than a porterhouse steak and a good cigar to changer her father’s mind.
     
    *****
     
    Dinner had gone without incident. Of course Camden’s father didn’t even so much as glance in her direction, but that was to be expected. After the meal was finished, the men had excused themselves to the veranda for a cigar and a drink. Once the men were gone the ladies crowded their chairs together and started in on their usual gossip. Camden stayed and listened for a while, but then she too excused herself. The hallways and corners of this place held too many memories, and she didn’t know when she would be invited back.
     
    As though drawn, Camden made her way through the room, past the tall oak doors, and into the empty hallway beyond. The intricate tapestries and painting that hung in the hall reminded her of hours spent roaming these halls, exploring. Growing up in a middle class home for most of her life, this place represented a whole other world, one in which she was eager to be rapt.
     
    Ahead Camden could see the light filtering in from her favorite spot, a little nook tucked around the far side of the grand staircase. It was a private alcove, a small niche left over from a renovation that took out the old servants’ staircase to enlarge the kitchen facilities.
     
    The awkward space was just big enough for a small bookcase filled with old volumes, a worn leather club chair and a small window overlooking the gardens. When she was young Camden would sit back there and pretend she lived in this grand place, the alcove transforming into her very own room in the house. As she got older she found the privacy of the spot good for many other things.
     
    Rounding the far end of the broad stairs, Camden smiled at the sight of it. It looked exactly the same as the last time she saw it. She placed her hands on the window ledge and peered out. She closed her eyes and inhaled the rich scent of leather and wood polish, the faint smell of roses filtering in beyond the glass.
     
    She tilted her head at the vaguely familiar scent of pine and spice that began to settle around her, just second before she felt strong arms envelop her from behind. A warm body pressed against her back, hands on either side of hers. Camden’s heart beat quickened, her body knowing exactly who pressed against her.
     
    “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight, Cam.” Vaughn whispered against her neck. “It’s been a while.”
     
    Camden shivered under the whisper of his breath against her skin, the press of his lips to her neck.
     
    “It has. I didn’t think you would be here tonight.”
     
    “Yet you came to our spot.” He said between peppered kisses on her neck.
     
    “So did you.”
     
    A low chuckle reverberated against Camden’s skin, sending tremors through her. Vaughn always had that effect on her. Camden could feel the scrape of his teeth on her shoulder and his hands curving around her hips. His palms explored her backside, trailing lower until they met the hem of her dress. Dragging her dress up over her hips, his fingers edged down between her thighs.
     
    Camden shivered at his lightest touch, worming against him. A finger slipped between the silk of her panties and her skin.