The Muse: MMF Bisexual Romance Read online
Titles by A. Anders
MMF Bisexual Erotica
While My Family Sleeps; Book 2 & Audiobook; Book 3; Book 4 & Audiobook; Book 1-4 & Paperback & Audiobook
Book 2
My Boyfriend's Twin; Book 2
My Boyfriend's Dominating Dad; Book 2
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MMF Bisexual Romance
The Muse: Prequel; The Muse
Rules For Spanking & Paperback
Island Candy: Prequel & Paperback; Island Candy & Paperback
In The Moonlight
Bittersweet: Prequel & Paperback; Bittersweet & Paperback
Before He Was Famous: Prequel & Paperback; Before He Was Famous & Paperback
Beauty and Two Beasts & Paperback
Bane: Prequel & Paperback; Bane & Paperback
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Titles by Alex Anders
MMF Bisexual Erotica
While My Family Sleeps; Book 2 & Audiobook; Book 3; Book 4 & Audiobook; Book 1-4 & Paperback & Audiobook
Dangerous Daddy's Double Team; Book 2; Book 3 & Audiobook; Book 4; Book 1-4 & Audiobook
Black Magic Double Team & Audiobook
MMF Bisexual Romance
As My Rock Star Desires; As My Bad Boy Desires; As My Billionaire Desires; As My Fireman Desires; As My Cowboy Desires
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THE MUSE
A. Anders
RateABull Books
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Copyright © 2017
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Table of Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Note from the Author
While My Family Sleeps 1-4
While My Family Sleeps
While My Family Sleeps 2
While My Family Sleeps 3
While My Family Sleeps 4
Note from the Author
My Boyfriend’s Twin 1-4
Mirrored Image
Seeing Double
The Man in the Mask
Two Hearts
Note from the Author
My Boyfriend’s Dominating Dad 1-4
Caught & Commanded
Tied Up
Handcuffed
Stripped Bare
Note from the Author
Dying for the Rose
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Note from the Author
Bittersweet: Prequel
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The Muse
Chapter 1
Cara
Cara hadn’t finished her rum and Coke when the stewardess had come to collect it.
“Ma’am, we are about to land. Can I take that from you?”
“No, you cannot. Can’t you see I have some left?” Cara responded.
“But, ma’am, we are about to land. We need your tray and seat in an upright position and we need to collect all loose items. It’s regulations,” the stewardess said with a forced smile.
Cara, who was already feeling the previous two drinks, decided that it wasn’t the tired stewardess’ fault. “Fine,” she conceded. And then dumped the half glass of rum and Coke down her throat. “But if I end up sloppy drunk, that’s on you,” she said pointing at the stewardess and handing her the empty cup.
The stewardess offered Cara another forced smile, collected the cup and walked away. Cara watched her go. She didn’t understand why the airline would serve drinks if people weren’t going to be allowed to enjoy them.
What? Did they think that she would spill it as they landed? Whoever thought that obviously didn’t know her. A drink was something sacred to Cara. She would no sooner lose a sip of it than to lose a best friend. And as a woman who worked as a beer distributor, she had protected a lot of best friends.
Turning her attention away from the stewardess, Cara looked out the window. The water was breathtaking. The blue was so light that she was sure that she could see the bottom. It was amazing and unlike anything she’d ever seen.
Was it worth her fighting her brother over her right to take a business trip to the Bahamas? Hell yes it was, she decided. And besides, in spite of what her entire family thought, her trip was all about work.
Okay, that wasn’t true. It wasn’t all about work. But it was enough about work that she could justify her trip.
Her plan? She was going to try to sell her family’s brew into the newly constructed hotel on Nassau. The marketing material for the hotel said that it had forty-two restaurants and bars plus free drinks served to those in the casino. Her family’s beer was currently only at a few local bars. Landing a contract like that would double their brewery’s income. The idea was so far beyond everyone’s wildest dreams that her family thought that she was just vacationing on the brewery’s dime.
Was that completely untrue? Not entirely. Cara knew it was a long shot that she would be able to sell the beer into the resort. But it wasn’t impossible. Why shouldn’t she be able to travel and expense it to the company? She was the one in charge of sales after all, wasn’t she? So if a trip to a luxury resort in the Bahamas during the on-season wasn’t a part of her job description, then she didn’t know what her job description was.
As the landing strip came into view, Cara braced herself. It wasn’t until the wheels touched that she realized just how strong her drinks were. They hadn’t skimped on the rum. She liked that. It meant that she would have a wonderful buzz as she went about the rest of her day.
Getting out of her seat was another story. Although the plane had stopped, for Cara, it kept moving. The trick was now to get her bag from the overhead compartment while hiding just how sloshed she was.
She wasn’t embarrassed by, what she would call, her pre-vacationing. It was just that there was a judgy ten-year-old girl across the aisle giving her a look. And as God as her witness, she wasn’t about to give the twit the satisfaction of seeing her stumble.
Leveling herself, she looked over at the judgmental little girl again. Her beady eyes were staring back at her. Cara made sure the kid’s parents weren’t watching and then stuck out her tongue giving her an ugly face. The little twit looked back shocked and then folded her arms with prissiness. Cara smiled knowing that she had won. This wasn’t the first time she had bested a ten-year-old and she was sure that it wouldn’t be the last.
Comfortable that she got the little church lady’s focus off of her, Cara got up and reached for the overhead compartment. The cabin really did feel like it was spinning. But steadying herself, she grabbed her bag, then with all of the grace of a hippo, retrieved it putting it in the aisle behind her. Nothing about the plane was made for big girls like her. That included the aisle and her big girl car
ry-on.
Despite all of the obstacles, when it was her time to move, she proceeded down the aisle towards the open door. When she got there she found something unexpected, stairs. What type of crazy airline didn’t skimp on the rum and then expected you to walk downstairs to the tarmac? It was like a crazy person had designed the flight.
In spite of the challenge, Cara took hold of her bag and the railing and then descended one step at a time. Was she regretting her third rum and Coke at this point? A little. But she knew that the prissy ten-year-old was somewhere behind her. It would be a cold day in hell before she would fall and give little Miss Judgy McJudgeson the satisfaction.
Taking one step at a time, eventually Cara was again on solid ground. Following the stream of passengers, she entered a bright yellow building. Heading through customs and then collecting her bags, she poured out onto the airport’s busy pickup area.
She had to admit, either a lot of the guys standing around were very hot or she was very drunk. After a moment she decided, why couldn’t it be both?
“Excuse me, how do I get a taxi?” she asked the dark-skinned young man who looked like he was chiseled from marble.
“I’ll get you one, ma’am,” he said in a singsong island accent.
Either his calling a taxi was the hottest thing she’d ever heard or she was very drunk. After a moment she decided, why couldn’t it be both?
“Thank you,” Cara said trying to decide what he would be like in bed. Amazing, was her conclusion before she got into a small minivan and the dark-skinned Adonis slid the door closed behind her. If these were the type of guys that she would run into during her stay on the island, she felt that this was going to be the best pretending-to-work vacation of her life.
“Where to, ma’am?” The taxi driver asked in a slightly more British accent.
“I’m going to the Baha Mar Resort. Do you know where that is? If not, I have the address.”
The man behind the wheel smiled. “I know where that is, ma’am. That’s the new big resort on the island. They’ve been rebuilding it for two years.”
“Have you been there?” Cara asked slipping into work mode.
“Not since the renovation. The resort is a big deal on the island, though. It was bought by some big international company based in Los Angeles. They spent $200 million renovating it. Could you even imagine so much money?” The driver asked.
Cara couldn’t. Certainly her family’s brewery had allowed her family a comfortable life, but the concept of so much money was foreign to her. It would be like a horse suddenly learning to talk, or her walking away from a full glass of beer. Such things were inconceivable and just didn’t make sense.
“Do you know when the hotel will be fully open?” Cara asked gathering as much inside information as she could.
“They say they are supposed to be open now,” he told her.
“Well, what they’re calling it is a soft open. That’s how I was able to stay there. But I kept looking for when the entire thing would be open and I couldn’t find it on their website.”
“I have a cousin who works there and he said that the grand opening is in the beginning of December.”
Cara did the math in her head. It was October which meant that December was… Um… One too many rum and Cokes to calculate. It was relatively soon. That was all that mattered. So that meant that she needed to find the manager in charge of ordering food and beverages, and she needed to do it quickly.
Cara sat back in her vinyl seat and shifted her attention out the window. Damn, this place was beautiful. She had never seen so many different colored flowers growing wildly in her life. This place truly felt like a tropical paradise. No wonder the guys here were also beautiful. How could anything grow up here and not be?
After a few minutes, the view changed from, lush green and a multitude of flowers, to an unobstructed view of the beach. Cara’s mouth dropped open at the sight. The sand was a pale yellow, and the waves lapping onto it were a brilliant pale blue. She had seen pictures but there was no way they could prepare her for seeing it in person. Boston had areas where the ocean touched the land, but it wasn’t until this moment that she truly understood what a beach was.
After a peaceful few minutes, the strip of beach was replaced by colorful, two-story, island homes. Some were light blue and pale yellow. Others were burnt orange and green. It certainly felt like another world as she drove to her hotel. And the endless shades of skin of the people walking the streets emphasized the difference even more.
“This is the cable beach strip. It is also known as the Bahamian Riviera,” Cara’s taxi driver told her.
Cara took a closer look as the buildings around them changed. On the right-hand side were small shops and a grocery store. On the left were increasingly larger hotels.
The minivan didn’t slow down until they approached what looked like a monstrosity. It was larger than anything Cara had considered. It kind of reminded her of the Roman Coliseum with a single archway connecting its two halves.
No wonder it had taken $200 million to renovate. The resort was practically its own city. It was the most impressive place that Cara had ever seen.
“Should I drop you off at the lobby?” Her taxi driver asked.
“Sure, that’ll be fine,” she replied hoping that it would be. Being a curvy girl who was still feeling her three rum and Cokes, she didn’t want to have to walk very far. Though, from the look of the size of the place, it didn’t seem like something she could avoid.
Having unloaded her bags at the entrance, Cara paid her driver giving him a generous tip.
“Thank you, ma’am. Here’s my card,” he said handing his card to her. “If you need to get around, give me a call. I also give tours of the island,” he said with a smile.
She looked down at the card finding his name. “Thanks, Monty,” she said politely before depositing the card into her purse and turning away.
As soon as she turned, another set of gentlemen collected her luggage and placed it on a bell hop’s cart.
“Oh, thank you,” she said feeling very taken care of.
Entering the lobby with a bellhop following her, she was completely taken aback. The open space was all white with white marble floors, three-foot wide white columns, and glistening white walls. The only things that weren’t white were the frames around the glass doors and chairs, and the beams across the ceiling. They were dark wood. Cara felt like she was in heaven.
“One person checking in?” The tan-skinned woman behind the desk asked.
“Yes, just me.”
“And your name?”
“Cara Reeder.”
The woman typed on her computer. “You are staying for four nights?”
“Yes,” Cara replied regretting that she couldn’t convince her father to let her stay longer.
“Your room number is 1609. Here is your key card. Enjoy your stay,” the woman said with a smile.
“Thank you.” Cara thought for a second. “Actually, I have a question.”
“What’s that?” The woman asked casually.
“What’s the name of your food and beverage manager?”
“Our food and beverage manager?” The woman said dropping her polished posture. “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that before,” she said with a smile.
“I bet not,” Cara agreed. “I came to the island hoping to meet with him. It was the entire purpose of my trip.”
Cara knew that wasn’t completely true. The entire purpose of her trip was to get laid by a hot island dude. But in order of importance, meeting with the food and beverage manager was up there.
“You know what? I don’t know who that is,” the woman said allowing her island accent to sneak out. The woman then looked down the counter at a thick gentleman dressed in a business suit. “Mr. Rhamming, can you come here for a second?”
Looking up at her, the thick gentleman came over.
“Miss Reeder here is looking for the food and beverage manager. Sh
e has a meeting with him. Could you tell me who that is?”
Cara listened knowing that the woman hadn’t gotten it completely correct. She didn’t have a meeting with him, she was hoping to have one. She, however, appreciated the upgrade from unsolicited sales call to someone with an appointment.
“Yes. That would be Mr. Charles,” the thick man said. “Would you like me to call up to him to let him know that you’re here?”
“No, no. That’s fine. But if you can tell me where I can find his office, that would be helpful.”
“That’s not a problem. You can follow me,” he said leading Cara back down the counter to his computer.
Cara couldn’t believe her luck. She had honestly not expected to get even this far. The only plan she had was to find the manager’s office and then ask his secretary for an appointment. Either she would get one or she wouldn’t. But in either case, she would spend the rest of her time on the beach, or sitting in a lounge chair by the pool.
The thick man’s fingers sped across the keyboard. In a few seconds, they stopped.
“Mr. Charles can be found in office 227 B. You would take the elevator to the second floor, take a left to the end, and then take a right where you will see 227. There is a receptionist just inside who can then direct you to 227 B.”
“That is so helpful. Thank you very much!” Cara said even more grateful than she would’ve been if she wasn’t drunk. “Everyone here is so friendly. It’s amazing!”
“Thank you. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“No, you’ve been great. Oh, wait, yes there is.” Cara paused. “How do I find my room?”
Cara was going to ask him where the closest casino was with free drinks. But she decided that that might not have been the best follow up question. After all, Cara was a professional.
Following the thick man’s instructions, Cara maneuvered the maze of hallways to the elevator and then up to her room. Not only was the room nice, but it had a view of the ocean. It was simply incredible. She could never have imagined the sea having so many shades of blue.