Dawn sipped her cocktail slowly. She enjoyed the fruity drink her brother had ordered, but wanted to make it last. She wasn’t much of a drinker, couldn’t handle more than a few. She scanned the crowd as well. But not for the same reasons her sister did. Her sister always got a lot of attention from the younger men in the crowd and a few looked like they were working up their courage to approach her. Her sister was stunning. Tall, like her brothers, with silky mahogany hair that fell in waves nearly all the way down her back. She could have been a model, but her love had always been music and dancing, and business. Dawn knew that was what her shrewd sister was thinking about. Business. Everything was about business to her. Turning a hefty profit.
Dawn turned back to her drink, envying how easily things had come to Eve. Although twins, they were like night and day. She was short, like their mother, but her skin was fairer like her brother Joseph. Her hair a lighter shade of brown was like his too. Eve had obviously gotten her height from her father, but her coloring and beauty were all Sassacus. She, on the other hand, must have inherited her father’s genes, she thought once more. Whomever, he was. Heck, her mom, didn’t even have a picture of him. And she didn’t like to talk about him much. She always got that far away, dreamy look in her eyes when they asked about him. Which wasn’t often anymore. They knew it must have been hard for her to answer all their questions when they were younger. But as far as she knew, her father was an only child, parents deceased, and had never planned on a long term relationship. His life didn’t have Connecticut in it. It was elsewhere, while Tawny had never wanted to leave her people, and her home.
Dawn didn’t like to dwell on it. Although it would have been nice to at least have a picture, she thought gloomily. Only her, it had ever seemed to bother. Not knowing him. She brushed those thoughts away as she focused on the music and any possible cute guy that might be a possibility.
Joseph picked up his drink and took a much needed swallow. The fire hit his belly and joined the fire he was feeling much lower as he watched Jewel dance across the room unaware of being observed by him, or half the men in the bar. He scanned the crowds making sure no one tried anything on the threesome, or his sisters for that matter, both beautiful in their own way. He felt a twinge of jealousy when he saw a man sidle up near them, but was relieved when he saw Dinah shoo the man away.
He willed himself to tamp down that emotion. He had no reason to feel jealous. It was only a girl’s night out. Beside him, his sister Dawn hopped down from her perch and stood beside Eve, taking her half empty glass with her. She moved to the music like she was ready to dance. They began to talk softly, and Eve laughed in the direction Dawn indicated, but he wasn’t interested in whatever had piqued her interest. He was only interested in Jewel and how he would make his move.
Turning in to lean against the bar, he looked to the dance floor once more, and watched the scene before him. Normally, seeing three girls all over each other, was fine by him. More than fine. He’d taken a couple of girls up to his suite before, but he didn’t like seeing that with Jewel for some unexpected reason. No. When he brought her upstairs tonight to his suite, and he had made the sudden decision to do just that, he wanted no one else in the room with him when he peeled that tight little number off of her curvy body.
It would be just the two of them when he placed his head between those thighs so he could hear her moan his name.
“Like what you see?” Dawn giggled in his ear. She must have seen the direction of his gaze. And he had found it difficult to tear his eyes away for long.
Crap! He hadn’t realized she’d turned around. He hadn’t wanted them to notice. Had hoped they would get distracted, go off and do their own thing. Reluctantly, he looked away from the sight of Jewel dancing and glanced at Dawn as she took a sip of her cocktail. It was nearly empty. He nodded quickly. He couldn’t deny it. He’d been caught red handed, ogling The Mystic sous-chef.
“Which one tonight?” asked Eve indicating with a flick of her head towards the trio in the center of the dance floor. Great! She had noticed as well.
He turned to that sister and gave her a sarcastic glare.
Eve shrugged and laughed. “What? You only come to the bar when you want to get laid,” she rolled her eyes at him. She knew her brothers’ reputations all too well. Both of them. They were usually business all of the time, unless they were at one of the nightclubs here, or at one of the other hot spots around town.
Shaking his head derisively, Joseph decided to answer her question honestly. “The one in the middle.” He grumbled low in his chest. Fuck, if they had him pegged already he might as well use them as wingmen even if he didn’t relish the idea. His was sure his mother would hear all about it, but that had never stopped him before. He was a man after all. He had needs. She never meddled in his love life. Only vague references on occasion about settling down. And Jonathan had done that. He was sure he was the next one to get the focus placed more squarely on him. But settling down wasn’t on his radar. Not yet. Not now.
Placing his nearly finished drink on the bar, he looked at each sister closely. He gave them a smirk, which had Eve laughing and Dawn looking at him quizzically. “Well, since you’ve got me all figured out you might as well give me a hand.”