Four Fantasies – Four After Dark Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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“Would you like something to drink?” she asks, looking uneasy. I wonder if there’s a man waiting for her in her bed.

“I’d love that, when we’re done out here. We can work on the yard for another hour today.”

“Sounds good.” Her voice is softer now, and her dark lashes flutter as she gives me a nod.

Darian reappears just as the woman is sliding the door closed. “Someone’s home?” he asks, raising a brow.

I nod, lifting a brow in return.

“What’s that look?” he asks.

“Wait’ll you see her.”

5

Darian

Leo wasn’t kidding. The woman of the house is smoking hot.

She brings out a tray holding pitchers of lemonade and water, and it’s a very motherly gesture, but if she is a mom, she’s solidly in the MILF category. Her eyes are sultry, even in the late morning sun, and the waves in her reddish-blond hair are begging to be tugged.

She’s wearing casual black pants and a black shirt that dips down into a V, revealing the tantalizing swell of the tops of her tits, her skin all creamy and soft looking.

Damn.

“I have Cokes, too, if anyone wants one, or I could make coffee.” She sets the tray on the table on the patio, where there’s seating for six.

“Lemonade sounds great right now,” Leo says, turning the grin on her that he reserves for women he’s trying to impress. He’s always a shameless flirt, but there are different levels to the charm he employs.

The rest of us indicate our water or lemonade preference, and the sexy woman pours drinks for each of us, giving us an even better view of her cleavage as she leans forward to pick up the pitchers.

“Guys, this is Lorraine Martin,” Leo says, sounding smug about being the first to meet her.

My brother steps forward immediately. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dante.”

Troy nods at her from the other side of the table, but I take the opportunity to shake her hand and find out if her skin is as soft as it looks. It definitely is, and her grip is firmer than I expect, conveying more confidence than her eyes do. “Darian. Pleased to meet you.”

Not surprisingly, her eyes shift between my brother and me, searching for our differences, which are very subtle. Prior to working at Club Red, we had different haircuts, but our twin-ness was what got us the job, so we play up our identical looks these days.

“I might need name tags for you two,” Lorraine says.

“I’m the handsome one,” Dante says, the corners of his mouth turning up. He’s into her. No surprise there. We have the same taste in women.

Leo scoffs and shakes his head. He and Dante are too much alike when it comes to flirting. Troy and I take a different approach.

“Have a seat,” Lorraine says, gesturing to the chairs at the table. “If you don’t mind the dusty furniture. Sorry, the patio has been neglected along with the yard.”

“Not a problem,” Leo says, pulling out a chair and sitting down, his legs sprawling wide.

“Would you like something to eat?” Lorraine asks. “Fruit, or maybe a protein bar?”

“I’m good,” Dante says.

When the rest of us offer our thanks and refuse her offer, Lorraine sits down across from Leo, and Troy, Dante, and I claim our drinks and fill in the seats around them.

“Lorraine was at Club Red last night,” Leo tells us.

“And you recognized us this morning?” I ask her.

“You’re hard to miss,” she says, showing me her smile for the first time.

“I could say the same about you. You weren’t in the picture line after the show, were you?”

She shakes her head and ignores my compliment. “No. How long have you all been performing there?”

“About a month for my brother and me,” Dante says.

“And only a couple of weeks longer than that for Troy and me,” Leo says.

Lorraine studies the two of them. “Are you brothers too?”

“We are,” Leo says. “People don’t usually see it.”

“Your eyes are the same,” she says, still assessing them. “So you dance and do landscaping? Is it your own business?”

“We’re all partners,” Dante says. “The landscaping business is long term. Our night job provides money to invest in equipment, advertising, and eventually another truck.”

“We’re aiming to expand so it’s not just the four of us doing all of the labor,” I say.

“Sounds like you have big plans,” she says before taking a drink of her lemonade, her pretty throat moving as she swallows.

Dante responds with a single nod. He’s admiring her, just like I am.

“Which do you like better,” she asks. “Taking care of yards, or dancing in front of hundreds of screaming women?”

“Depends on who’s in the audience,” Leo says, lifting a brow, making his meaning clear with the way he looks at her.

She hasn’t shut down any of the flirtation, but she doesn’t respond either. I don’t see a ring on her finger, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a boyfriend.



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