Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse

Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse

Sharing Nicely

by Victoria Blisse

Totally Bound

eBook ISBN: 9781781844700

Two hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely? Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. Both want her exclusively, who will she choose?

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Chapter One

My club was full of millionaires. It was terrifying. I sashayed around the room in comfortable heels and a sexy dress, smiling, when all I wanted to do was get behind the scenes to check everything was moving smoothly. But I couldn’t. No, I was front of house tonight and I had to be, like it or not.
It was a dream come true to be hosting the Entrepreneur Awards. I had worked damned hard to get my club, Diamonds, up to standard. I’d started out with a huge loan that frightened me and a building crew who seemed to spend more time drinking tea than transforming my vision into reality. Eventually, though, my restaurant and bar had taken shape and it had stayed essentially the same ever since. The dance floor was the prominent feature, the tables arranged around the outside lip. People came to Diamonds to eat, drink, laugh and dance. We did have quieter cubicles at the back for those who wanted to talk with their mouths instead of their bodies and it was this balance of fun, excitement and hidey-holes that kept Diamonds at the top of the business and one of the hottest names on the London entertainment circuit.
Happily, the chance I’d taken had paid off. I’d settled into a routine and spent every spare minute at my club. People told me it wasn’t healthy, that I worked too much, but if I took time off what would I do with it? I enjoyed my work so I buried myself in it.
I liked to be in the back, checking on the chef and the wait staff, going through set lists and dealing with problems as they arose, but I knew tonight I had to be out schmoozing. The varied visitors—men and women of all ages, sizes and creeds—had more money between them than certain nations. These guests were seriously loaded. Everyone was on the rich list. The poorest were mere millionaires but the big fish like Greg Stamford and Darren Bennett were billionaires.
I wanted to book them in for tables or private functions. I wanted them to become regulars at my place. I wanted their money in my tills.
I could entertain up front like this, I could smile and flirt and sell myself and my business pretty well, but I didn’t like doing it. However, it was too important tonight to pass the buck to one of my assistants. I had to do it myself.
To ease myself in, I started by chatting to a group of people gathered around a lovely couple who were regulars at Diamonds already.
“Hello, Kerry, enjoying the evening?” Sasha asked, flashing her perfect white smile beneath her expensive lipstick-soaked lips.
“As much as I can considering I’m working.” I smiled. She introduced me to the people around her, including a snack food entrepreneur whose products were household staples all over the world. He was small and dumpy and had a very disconcerting habit of squeezing my thigh but before our conversation finished he’d booked a private party that would boost my profits handsomely. It was a good start to the evening.
I moved on. My cheeks ached from so many smiles, my throat was dry and I wanted to take off the stupid heels and slip into my sensible, flat everyday shoes that cradled my toes instead of crushing them. I’d only been out front for a couple of hours. The night was still young.
Taking a champagne flute from a tray as one of my waitresses passed, I looked across the crowd. Everywhere I looked there were designer dresses and suits, expensive watches and bracelets and necklaces that cost more than my annual salary to buy.
By the bar were two men who earned more a day than I did in a year. Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford were bitter rivals in the technology world. They created apps for phones and their companies had really taken over the field—spreading out into associated technologies, owning their own mobile phone networks. I was subscribed to Greg’s, actually. I’d never used any of the apps they were world famous for, though. I only owned a basic mobile phone and switched it on once in a blue moon. I wasn’t terribly technically minded.
Greg was tall and severe, all angles and hard lines. He was with a pretty famous model. She had to be fairly well known because even I recognised her face and I didn’t buy women’s magazines—they made me feel uncomfortable, as their models were so thin and elegant, the polar opposite of me. She was blonde and stick-like while he was dark. He had a caramel tan that spoke of weeks beneath exotic skies and his hair was dark black, like the classiest limousine, and equally shiny. And hot. He could take me any which way he liked, the more hostile the better.
Darren looked similar but yet completely different. He had the same elegant air and self-assured smile and stance but his hair was fiery and red. He kept it short but it curled lazily against his scalp and made him appear more relaxed. His style was more playful—even at a distance I could see he was wearing a novelty tie with a character from one of his most popular mobile games. When he laughed, which he did often and loudly, his whole face lit up.
He also had a beautiful woman beside him, a raven-haired beauty I recognised from something on the television. She was holding an in-depth conversation with Greg’s model partner. The way they smiled at each other and touched led me to believe they were flirting with each other. I couldn’t blame them. The men beside them, though obnoxiously rich and annoyingly handsome, hadn’t shown them an ounce of interest in all the time I had watched them. They were engaged in conversation with serious men. I was sure they were working the room just as I was.
A lovely couple distracted me for a while. They wanted to find out my availability for their wedding reception. I spent a good time chatting through the options and dates with the two and when they walked off to find their table for the award ceremony I was happy in the knowledge that I’d secured a very lucrative deal indeed.
“Excuse me, would you like a drink?”
I turned and found myself looking into the startling blue eyes of Darren Bennett.
“Water would be good, thank you.” I smiled.
He turned to Richard behind the bar and asked for a water and a pint of bitter for himself.
“You’re the owner here, right?” he asked, returning to face me.
“Yes, I’m Kerry Matthews, nice to meet you.” I offered my hand and he took it in his and shook it vigorously.
“Lovely to meet you, Kerry. I’m Darren Bennett from Bear Enterprises.”
“Are you enjoying the evening so far?” I took a sip from the glass of water that had just been placed beside me. I tried to hide my nerves—even though I’d been chatting with important people all night I was a little in awe of this man.
“Yes, so far so good. I’ve made some good new contacts, chatted to a few old friends. I am sure the ceremony will be as boring as always, but what can you do?”
“Not come?” I offered.
He shrugged, drank from his pint and wiped the foam from his top lip with the back of his hand. It made me wonder what it would be like to kiss the beer droplets from there. He had particularly plump and inviting lips.
“I have been informed I have to be here. Means I must be getting another trophy or something.”
“It must be nice to be so casual about it,” I remarked without thinking. Darren just laughed.
“It must sound like I’m a total bastard. Sorry. I do like getting these things—always good to know I’m doing things right, you know? But once you’ve been to one of these dos you’ve been to them all.” His northern accent was more prominent when he let down his guard and laughed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“No, not at all. It’s refreshing to be told the truth. I get sick of being pandered to.”
“Well, I can pull out some insults too if you’d like, you know, to really make your night.”
He laughed again, making my insides churn in a pleasurable way. “I’m okay for now. Save those for after the ceremony—you can bring me back down a peg or two.”
I nodded then took a deep draught of my water. The ice coldness chilled me, a momentary relief from the heat burning through my veins.
“Do you want to come and sit at my table?” he asked. “My companion got fed up of me talking business and left with a friend of hers so there’s space.”
I was supposed to go back to the kitchens to monitor how things were going on behind the scenes, but I was seriously tempted by his offer. Not just because he had enough money to buy himself an island or because he was smoking hot. Oh, who was I trying to kid? He might have been a bit funny but mostly I said yes because I wanted to snog him then get him to part with his cash. Put like that it made me sound like a prostitute, but you know what I mean. I hope. I’d really like him to bring some business my way, or buy me a jet plane or maybe a pony. Frivolous or practical, his cash would make my life easier.
The table he led me to was near the front, just at the edge of the dance floor where a stage had been erected. I made a mental note to praise the staff who had come in early to set up the tables. The white cloth was immaculate and the flowers looked stunning and crisply fresh. Everything was perfect.
“So, what got you into the whole entertainment business, Kerry?” Darren asked when we took our seats.
“My dad owned a pub when I was little. I loved it. I used to long for the day when I could serve behind the bar but he left the trade before I was old enough to. I was a barmaid for years while I put myself through college and university and once I’d got the degree I decided to get myself a pub of my own. Then I saw this place quite by accident, fell in love, took out a stonking great loan and the rest is history.”
“Sounds like you’ve got a very sound business head on your shoulders, Kerry.”
“I like to think so.” I blushed at his compliment. “I’ve made my fair share of mistakes but they’ve all worked out in the end.”
“That’s business.” Darren replied. Then the tone of conversation changed dramatically. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I think you’re stunning.”
I felt more stunned than stunning. Where had that comment come from? “Well, thank you.”
“I know it’s a little unprofessional, but I didn’t get this far without speaking my mind, you know?”
“Sure,” I squeaked. My head felt light and completely devoid of ideas. All the blood in my body seemed equally split between my cheeks and my nether regions. I was embarrassed and turned on—it was a strange combination to say the least.
“When I see something I like, I go for it.” His gaze dipped down to my breasts and waist then back up to my face.
“Well…” Finally, my brain rebooted and the words leapt forth. “You’ll have to work a bit harder to get me. I’m not easily satisfied.”
“Really?” His right eyebrow rose impressively. “I do enjoy a challenge.”
Just then the arrival of another entrepreneur changed the focus of the conversation. I was very surprised to find Greg Stamford standing beside me. Especially because the seating plan I’d done had put the two guys far away from each other.
“Hello.” I smiled. “Are you at the right table? I thought Akshay Mistry was meant to sit here.”
“No, I’m definitely at the right table. Apparently they made a last-minute change.” He stopped paying me any attention and looked over to Darren. “Hi, they’re playing this game again.”
“How unusual, eh?” Darren’s Scouse roots came through as he spoke to his biggest business rival. “We shouldn’t be talking, it will spoil their illusion.”
The gentlemen must have glanced at me long enough to realise I looked confused. Greg pulled up a chair and wafted his sharp, light aftershave in my direction. He continued the conversation and pulled me into it.
“Every time we attend something like this, parties, award ceremonies…”
“Prize givings, charity dos.” Darren continued Greg’s sentence.
“Any time Darren and I are in the same room, the organisers orchestrate it so we have to share space and so the press can get some photos of us staring daggers at each other.”
“It’s old hat,” Darren agreed, “but it guarantees them space in the tabloids and celeb mags.”
“Oh, well. Do you two mind?”
I found myself at the centre of two intense stares. I was quite deliciously uncomfortable—it wasn’t every day I got scrutinised by two eligible bachelors. I batted my gaze from side to side, almost making myself dizzy while I waited for one of them to speak.
“It’s part of the game.” Greg responded first with a noncommittal shrug.
“One of these days we’ll embrace and kiss just to freak them out.” Darren’s eyes sparkled with mischief and Greg’s dark gaze narrowed reproachfully. I didn’t think he appreciated that plan.
“Well, don’t let me get in your way.” I leant back in my chair as if to give them room to embrace. The look on their faces was priceless and I laughed as I rocked back to my position. “Only kidding.”
A drum roll and a blast of music announced the arrival of the compère and our attention was transferred to the stage. While people clapped for the first nominee I felt a gentle touch on my right arm. I looked around and found Greg’s handsome face far closer to me than I had expected it to be. The rest of his delicious body was curved in towards me too.
He leant in farther and I directed my ear near to his lips. I tried not to think of how it would feel to have his lips and teeth nibble on my earlobe. I failed miserably.
“You’re the owner here, aren’t you?” he asked.
I nodded. The crowd were quiet, so were obviously expecting an announcement. I didn’t want to disturb the moment.
“Yes, Kerry Matthews, nice to meet you.” I glanced his way and saw him smile, the hard lines of his face softening a little, making him seem more approachable. He leaned in to talk again so I tipped my head once more so I could hear him.
“Great place you’ve got here.”
I turned to thank him and he was still really close to my face. Our lips were centimetres away from meeting. I pulled back a little. He didn’t move at all.
“Thanks.” I smiled, uncomfortable at his close proximity. Not because I didn’t want him near—I suspected we’d have a lot of fun getting up close and naked. No, I felt on edge because I barely knew the guy yet he was arrogantly invading my personal space. It unsettled me.
“I’m hosting a launch party and I’m looking for somewhere special to hold it.”
I shifted position. If I couldn’t see how close he was I couldn’t be disturbed. That was what I thought, but it wasn’t true. I could sense him there, feel his breath on my cheek and all kinds of flirty and filthy images crowded my mind. I fought through them to concentrate on his words.
“I’d love to use Diamonds. It would be perfect.”
“Brilliant.” I nodded and faced him again. He was still uncomfortably close. “We’ll talk afterwards. I can give you prices and dates.”
“Thank you.” His face really was changed by a smile. I wondered how many people he had charmed into agreeing with him just by beaming at them. I was sure it would be a considerable number. A strong hand on my thigh broke my concentration. I still looked at Greg. He still grinned but he also squeezed my leg quite forcefully.
I wasn’t sure how long my jaw hung limply open but when I realised I clamped it back shut. I wondered if he was just a touchy kind of person, then dismissed that idea completely. Greg looked far too stern. Yet his hand was lying on my upper thigh. I gulped as he squeezed again. I didn’t know what to do. I should have pulled away—his touch was rather inappropriate considering we’d only just been introduced. I didn’t want to remove his hand from my body, though, it felt good. I also didn’t want to offend a man who was clearly interested in hiring out the club.
He didn’t move his hand. He didn’t squeeze or stroke, he just left it there imprinted on my thigh. I could feel it burning through my skirt to my skin. His fingertips rested just below the hem, they were on my naked flesh and I imagined Greg insinuating them underneath my dress and up past my drenched knickers to my pussy.
I sat still, like a statue. I looked up at the stage but I didn’t take in any of what was happening. I wondered if Greg’s hand on my body was the blatant signal indicating he wanted to fuck me that I thought it was. A few moments later, my mind still reeling with what might happen next, I was surprised to feel Darren’s hand slide onto my left thigh.
I looked over towards his unruly red hair and gazed at his pretty blue eyes. I was sure shock was written all over my face. He just winked. I smiled weakly. I wasn’t sure what else to do.
Two hot guys who coincidentally possessed enough money between them to buy my bar and all the other shops and houses in the immediate area were feeling me up at the same time. I found myself in a quandary. How the hell was I going to keep them both satisfied? There was only one of me but there were two of them. I supposed they could share me, but would they want to? It was a kinky idea, one that really, really appealed to me, but they were bitter rivals. I was positive they wouldn’t want to crawl into bed with each other and definitely not just to be with me.
Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I certainly didn’t want to do anything to offend either billionaire. It was mind-boggling that both of them were showing me interest. I sat still and tried not to breathe. I was afraid it was all going to go terribly wrong.
“…Greg Stamford!” The compère—Dave something I think his name was—looked at our table. The spotlight was fixed on us and Greg stood up, removed his hand from my thigh and strode towards the stage.
“After this, would you like to join me for a nightcap?” Darren didn’t waste any time, immediately turning to proposition me.
“Well, I have to stay here until the end,” I replied, “I still have work to do.”
Darren nodded and waited, pinning me under his ice-blue gaze.
“If you wait, I might be free then.”
“Okay, I’ll wait. You’ll be worth it.”
I was flattered. I know, awfully non-PC of me, but a hot billionaire wanting to spend time with me turned my head. I wasn’t used to it. I didn’t get many propositions at work, at least not from people who weren’t drunk or married or unattractive. I was on cloud nine. Then Greg came back with an award in hand.
“So, after we’ve finished here do you want to come to my room and talk business and maybe more?”
Billionaires are so to the point. Well, at least these ones were.
“Actually, mate”—Darren spat the word, making it sound less than friendly—“I’ve just arranged to have a nightcap with the lady.”
“Oh, you did, did you? Well, I got there first.”
“Fast isn’t always good, Greg,” Darren snapped back.
“You only say that because Stamford’s get the apps out there first.” Greg looked cocky. Darren looked like he was about to explode. I felt like piggy in the middle.
“Full of bugs and glitches.”
“Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Greg seemed mostly unruffled.
“Well, this can’t be fixed. Kerry has agreed to come with me after the show.”
“We have to talk business, I’m going to host a launch party here. Kerry already told me we’d talk after the ceremony.” Greg’s voice was raising with each comment. Soon everyone would hear and the ceremony would be ruined by two hard-headed big shots. I’d be a laughing stock.
“Well, you two talk. I’ll wait until you’re finished and then wake her up for a nightcap.”
“You little—”
“Would you two stop it?” I hissed. “Have you never learnt how to share nicely? There is plenty of me to go round.”
Both boys stopped and appraised my curves. My blood turned to fire inside me. I felt like I was trapped in an inferno between their gazes.
“Would you like that?” Darren whispered, looking to Greg.
“I would like you both to stop shouting and acting like kids,” I snapped.
“But would you like to spend the night with Greg and me, together? The three of us?”
I looked left. Greg was looking stoic. I didn’t think he let his emotions show very often. I looked right and Darren was staring intently at me.
“Yes, yes, I would.” What else could I say? I couldn’t run the risk of upsetting either of these men, and I did want to spend more time with them both, and who was I to turn down a threesome with the most handsome men in the room?
“What do you say, Greg?” Darren asked, “Share nicely, just for tonight?”
I melted into the background as the two enemies faced off. I could almost hear the wheels in Greg’s mind turning, evaluating the pros and cons while Darren’s icy stare spurred him on.
“Okay, just this once,” Greg conceded, “but no funny business.”
“No funny business.” Darren nodded and held out his hand. Greg clasped it briefly. I felt like I’d just been bought at a slave market and it felt surprisingly good. I had brought peace to two warring factions, temporarily at least. I wondered if I could keep up with both of them?

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