Dirk's Love by Marisa Chenery (top 50 books to read txt) 📗

foremost giveaway had been the fact he lived in Marin County.

Dirk sent a quick look her way before he focused back on the road. “Is it too windy for you?” Ryann tucked her hair behind her ears. “No, it’s fine.”

“Just let me know if it is, and I’l put the top up.”

“I wil .”

They drove in silence for a little while until Ryann noticed the neighborhood they were in. “Ah, I take it Roxie’s rich like you.”

He gave her a quick smile. “You could say that, but mostly because of Beowulf. You could say he comes from very old money.”

“If that’s the case, I hope he isn’t one of those stuck up rich people.”

Dirk laughed. “I can assure you Beowulf’s nothing like that. He’s a pretty laid back guy. He even owns a nightclub. You might’ve heard of it. Wulf’s Den?” Ryann shifted in her seat to better face Dirk. “Are you kidding me? I’ve heard of Wulf’s Den. Where I used to work, that’s al the single girls talked about. How the hottest guys could be found there. Like off the pages of GQ hot. I think some of them went to the club every Saturday night, hoping to get lucky with one.”

“Yeah, it does have a reputation for that,” he said with a chuckle. “Beowulf says it’s very good for business.

So did any of those girls hook up with one of the guys?”

“Only one. Supposedly. ”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Wel , she came back to the office that Monday, bragging about how the guy could keep it up for hours, even after he came, repeatedly. We, of course, thought she was ful of crap.” Ryann looked at Dirk’s profile. “But after what we shared in my apartment, I’m starting to rethink that. She could’ve very wel told the truth. Though I think I might have to do a little more research into it before I ful y believe it. Do some testing of that theory on my own.” The glance Dirk shot her was heated, making a thril shoot through her from her head to her toes.

“You can use me as your guinea pig any time you want,” he said huskily. “And I’m sure you’l be more than satisfied with the results.”

If they hadn’t been in a car, driving on the road, Ryann would’ve unclipped her seatbelt and thrown herself on top of Dirk. Her pussy grew wet as her imagination ran wild with al the things she would do to him to test her theory. She was so very tempted to tel him to turn the car around and go back to her apartment, to forget about Roxie’s dinner invitation. And from the tight expression on Dirk’s face, she had a feeling he’d have no problem going along with it.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. “God, you have no idea how much you’re kil ing me here. If it were anyone else but Roxie, I’d be saying the hel with it.”

“She wouldn’t understand?”

“Not even close.” He reached across and squeezed her leg. “We’l get this over with, then leave shortly after the meal’s done.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Dirk put on his indicator to turn left before he pul ed into a gated drive. He rol ed down his window and punched in a series of numbers on the security pad located near the entrance and the black, iron gate swung open.

“You must come here a lot, if you know the code to get in,” she said.

“There are times I practical y feel as if I live here, especial y when Roxie was helping me set up the website.” Dirk drove up the long drive, then parked in front of the garage next to a black Chevy Camaro. Once he turned off the car, Ryann got out and walked around to Dirk’s side.

He took her hand and linked their fingers together as he guided her over to the mansion’s front door. It’d been years since she’d walked with a man like this. She’d actual y missed it.

Dirk didn’t bother to knock and just walked inside.

He cal ed, “Rox?”

“We’re in the living room, Dirk,” a woman answered.

Stil walking hand in hand, Ryann al owed Dirk to move her in the direction the voice had come from. Once they stepped inside the room, the two sets of couples already there seemed to turn their gazes directly on her.

She found it a bit disconcerting to be the center of attention to a bunch of people she’d never met. They didn’t stare at her in a mean way, more of a curious one.

As they came closer, a woman with long, golden brown hair got up from the couch where she’d sat with a man with longish, black hair. She headed straight for Ryann with a big, friendly smile on her face.

“It’s nice to final y meet you, Ryann,” the woman said when she came to stand in front of her. “Dirk’s talked a lot about you these last couple of weeks. I’m Roxie.” about you these last couple of weeks. I’m Roxie.” Ryann returned her smile. “I can say the same about you.”

“Wel , don’t just stand there. I’l introduce you to the others.”

Dirk and Ryann fol owed Roxie over to the two couches. Once they were al seated, Roxie made the introductions. Ryann learned that the man with the black hair was Roxie’s husband, Beowulf. The other two people were Jager and Daylen, another husband and wife.

She couldn’t help but stare a bit at Jager and Beowulf. The two men were tal , muscular and had supermodel looks just like Dirk. Their spouses were pretty, but didn’t look like models found on a fashion runway.

Ryann was thankful for that. At least, she wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb when it came to the looks department.

Ryann had just sat back as Dirk put his arm around her shoulders when Jager said, “So, have the two of you slept together yet?”

“Jager!” both Daylen and