Divine Party

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Copyright © 2013 by RaeLynn Blue

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ISBN: (ebook) 978-1-61788-306-4; (print) 978-1-61788-307-1     

For Mrs Rhonda. She loved interracial erotic romance, and she loved Dante’s role in
Cashmere Sky.
Always ready to party, Miss Rhonda knew how to have a good time. This one is for you, great lady. Heaven is more saucy and absolutely more colorful.

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CKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thank you Shara and Dréa for reading multiple drafts of this story.

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Chapter One

The blaring sound of techno-pop thundered through the speaker system of the hotel conference room. The DJ spun tracks from a small corner, but no one really danced except for a handful of partygoers encouraged by booze and bravado. That would change as the night went on. Dante Divine stood at the back of the room, closest to the three sets of entrance doors. Snacks lined a set of fabric tablecloths, but all around the room, sofas, loveseats, and sectional furniture had been situated for more intimate encounters later. Most of the room’s light came from the whirling light show and strategically placed nightlights. Alcohol and laughter permeated the air, made it feel alive and animated. The collective nervousness left, and the hum of conversations rose as an undercurrent to the music. Dante stood back to observe her work as another freak party commenced. Positioned like elegant vases on pedestals, big fishbowls filled with multicolored condoms waited. Her security detail—dressed incognito—roamed through the room, watching the guests closely. Tomfoolery had no place here. Sure, people signed a waiver that reiterated
no
meant
no
, but that didn’t stop some of them from lying or acting on their baser instincts.

“Y’all look
divine
in here tonight!” the DJ shouted into his microphone.

A wave of cheers whirled in response.

Dante smiled, but it melted just as quickly as it had arrived. Nowadays she had to work hard for the fake wattage.

 Years ago, she would’ve been one of them—actively walking around in her black lace teddy and six-inch stilettos, surveying the clients, looking for someone to become her own nightly entertainment. Well not just her own, but someone to play with her and her lover, Marcus.
Marcus.
A pang in her heart banged before she closed it up again. She’d kept the stilettos but dropped the lingerie and Marcus. For her, the costumes, the theatrics, and the drama of freak parties had diminished. None of the pleasure lasted. After thousands of parties like this one, Dante’s desire had been hollowed out, worn down by the sheer monotony of it.

She sighed and sipped some champagne from her gold leaf-rimmed flute.
How could something so beautiful and emotional become so mundane and apathetic?
She hungered for more—something that mattered. This was a Divine party, which meant everyone had to wear white, blond, cream, or royal purple. Rocking a cream V-neck blouse and ivory dress pants, she still managed to collect invitations from people to join them back in their rooms.

“Even fully clothed, you ooze sexuality.” Kenshin Sato offered his unique type of invitation. His warm tenor was like silk across her neck.

Suppressing a sigh at the feel of his voice, Dante swallowed her more immediate reply. “Ooze? Like a rotting sore?”

“No. Like it’s so tangible and thick, a seductive honey everyone wants to taste, to savor…” He purred this last into her ear, instantly making her hot.

Closing her eyes to stave off the flash of desire, Dante took a deep breath, adjusted her weight to her other leg, and tried to resist him. Kenshin was a flirtatious client, a regular at both her Inferno and Divine parties. Tonight, he wore an ivory mask à la
Phantom of the Opera
. It covered all but his pink lips, but she knew his voice too well. His dark hair fell like a curtain around his face.

“There are over a hundred people in here—all ready to get their freak on. But I am not one of them.” She gestured to the crowd of people congregating around sofas, food, and television. Already some pairings had taken place. Kissing, touching, and all-out foreplay erupted between couples and sometimes groups. She paused and listened. Already the soft moans and gentle noises of people shifting into various stages of engaging their lusts sounded in her ears.

She opened her eyes in time to see the frown on Kenshin’s face. Almost immediately, it was gone. The playful, jolly persona he sported at parties was back—sorta. His eyes spoke of his disappointment.

“You know I hate to be teased.” She sounded so mournful that she wanted to retract the words. They didn’t mesh with the sexy, laid-back euphoria unfurling around her and Kenshin.

He nodded and turned his gaze to the dance floor, where a trio of scantily clad women danced together. With loud encouragement of the surrounding voyeurs, the women wrenched up their level of sexual bravado.

Dante took that moment to look at Kenshin—a habit of which she never tired. Dressed in fitted, bleached-khaki pants, a soft yellow button-down shirt, and shoes, he looked like every other businessman at the Divine party—with a catch. He resembled a model; the others, merely businessmen. These tamer gatherings required people to be fully dressed and catered to clients who wanted a more refined party. By contrast, Inferno parties set sexual fantasies on fire. Scorched inhibitions to ashes. The Divine parties, well, were divine, Olympus-type gatherings, hence the white dress code and royal ambiance.

Unlike most of her clients, Kenshin didn’t discriminate; he came to both types of parties.

The first time she saw him had been at an Inferno party in Kenosha, Wisconsin. A small gathering, she had thrown it together last minute at the behest of a local politician. Thinking back, she recalled she had worn these exact same stilettos, a hot pink corset, garter, and nude stockings. She liked that corset! Her matching studded collar had caught his attention, thus bringing the gorgeous man into her orbit. He’d placed his muscularly fit torso on display for the Inferno members. Speechless, she’d had to force words through her own gaping and salivating mouth just to answer his questions. Because of the nature of her business, she’d seen thousands of men nude, but Kenshin blew the others away. Her buttoned-up Asian was
fine
. His dragon tattoo, a jade-green, ornate illustration crawled over his right arm, down his torso, and across the beginning of his abs. With intricate details and vivid colors, it stole her breath. Muscles, cut and well defined, caused the dragon to ripple when he walked, lifted a wineglass, or groped an ass. Floored, she’d wanted nothing but him that night, but so did many others—paying others. Backing off, she’d attended to her duties as a hostess, leaving others to swoon over him.

At times, she regretted her decision not to press for his attention that first night.

Taking another clarifying breath, she pushed the idea and the memory of Kenshin’s athletic body and his roaring dragon out of her mind. She did love the Japanese, but physical attraction meant very little to her anymore. She longed for something more substantial.

“So, go after that cute little blonde in the Greek toga,” she suggested to him. To her it sounded halfhearted, and she figured Kenshin would pick up on it too.

“There are none like you. Trust me. I have tried to find them. They do not exist.”

“That’s a very kind thing to say, and it is true. There’s only one Dante. But I’m not on the menu.”

“Even better. I want you all to myself.” Kenshin turned around to face her.

Dante laughed until he stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the dance floor, hell, blocking her view of everything. He pushed his mask into his hair, revealing his face. Gazing down at her, his almond-shaped eyes seemed to glow like melted chocolate. He smelled expensive and exotic. Wrapped up in his close proximity, his scent, and the thudding heat of his body, Dante squeezed her thighs together to try to satisfy the budding arousal. The look of lust on his face made her even hotter.