Chapter 1: Introduction
Jake Smith sat coiled in the plush leather seat of his sleek, black Lexus, admiring the massive welcoming lights burning like twin suns atop Sarah Thompson’s parental mansion. He worried over his attire, adjusted his baby blue tie, and patted down his crisp, brown locks one last time.
*Show time*, he thought with a nervous smile.
He stepped out of the car, his stylish leather shoes crunching over the neatly trimmed gravel lining the winding brick path.
Breathing in the fragrant scent of the well-maintained garden, he ambled toward the mansion’s entrance, trying to calm the throbbing anticipation in his chest.
As the grand doors swung open, Jake beheld Sarah standing in a sleeveless, red knee-length dress, a delicate smile playing upon her red lips, her green eyes sparkling with unspoken promise. They greeted each other with a lingering, intimate kiss before stepping into the sprawling party.
Before long, the aria of laughter and cheers enveloped them.
Sarah clasped Jake’s hand, guiding him through the throngs of well-dressed strangers. As they snaked across the vast marbled floor, Sarah paused by the grand staircase, peering up with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"Wanna get out of here and explore my old man's bedroom?" Sarah murmured seductively into Jake's ear, her warm breath tickling his neck. A jolt of desire and confusion shot through him, but he bit down on his inner turmoil.
"Trying to get me in trouble with your dad already?" Jake countered, smoothing a stray lock of hair from her beautiful face.
She leaned in close, breathlessly whispering, "My dad's got some special interests, Jakey, and you are exactly what he's looking for." Her tongue darted out, tracing the seam of his trembling lips.
"He wants to share me with you, Jakey. Or maybe you'll be the one to share me with him," she confessed, a shuddering gasp escaping her when his hand found her lower back, pulling her tightly against him.
"Are you sure you want that, Sarah?" Jake asked, searching her eyes. She nodded eagerly, a blush staining her cheeks.
"Let's go," she whispered, tugging his hand toward the towering staircase.
They slipped away from the revelers unnoticed.