Three under the Mistletoe: A Christmas Menage Romance (Christmas Billionaire Menage Series Book 1)

by Tia Siren

  "Whatever. He's not into me," Cambry replied. Brooks returned and set a glass of blue liquid in front of her. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, opening her clutch and pulling out a ten.

  "It's on the house," Brooks said with a wink.

  "No, I'll pay for it," Cambry protested, ignoring Jenae's nudge in her side.

  "Let me re-phrase that," Brooks said. "It's on me. If I wasn't working, I'd be buying you a drink. So instead, I'm giving you one."

  Cambry couldn't help but smile. "And what makes you so certain that I'd let you buy me a drink?" she asked.

  "The smile on your face tells me," he replied.

  Jenae purposely cleared her throat and Cambry shot her a glare before looking back to Brooks. "Well, you've caught me. I have a feeling if you asked, my answer would be 'Yes.'"

  "Why don't we settle for this?" Brooks asked. "I give you this drink and you give me your number."

  "I think that's a good deal," Cambry said. She picked up the drink and took a sip. "Mmm, that's good."

  "I know," Brooks said. "So how about that number?"

  "So humble and patient. We have a winner, ladies," Cambry said, still smiling.

  Brooks laughed. "I'm anxious for a pretty woman's number. Can you blame me?"

  Cambry had pulled a small piece of paper out of her clutch. "I guess not. Do you have a pen?"

  Nodding, Brooks pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. "Are you ladies going to be here for a while?"

  "Yes," Cambry said, nodding. "We plan to dance the night away."

  "Guess it's my lucky night, then," Brooks said. "I'm off at midnight. Maybe I can find you two in the crowd afterward."

  Cambry smiled and handed him the piece of paper with the pen. "Maybe I'll be waiting."

  Brooks mouth widened into a smile that made his eyes sparkle. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment until someone yelled, "Hey! Can I get some service down here?" making him look in that direction.

  He turned back to Cambry. "Gotta get back to work. I'll see you later."

  When he had walked away, Cambry turned to Jenae. Her friend had a very smug look on her face. "What?" she asked innocently.

  Jenae just shook her head and began to laugh. "Oh nothing. Except for I told you so!"

  Cambry shrugged. "You're right. He is hot."

  "And he's clearly into you!" Jenae said. She took Cambry's drink out of her hands and took a sip through the black straw. "Oh my. That is good."

  "Yes it is," Cambry replied. "I believe it's also mine." Chuckling, she took the drink back and sipped on it. Once they had finished it, the women headed back to the dance floor and began to sway their bodies once more.

  About an hour and a half later, Cambry felt someone's hands on her hips. She turned to tell the man off who was touching her without her permission when she realized it was Brooks. Instead, she said nothing and began to dance with him, enjoying the way his hands slid over her body as she swayed with the music.

  Looking into his eyes, she pressed herself against him so that her breasts were pushed up, making her cleavage look fuller. She watched as his eyes roamed over them and he bit the side of his lip. His hands wrapped around her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. He guided her body to match his as they moved together.

  After a few moments, Cambry turned in his arms so that her back pressed against his front. Her ass rested against his crotch and she could feel his cock pressing into her. He was slightly hard and she smiled, knowing that he was hard for her. His hands slid down her sides and rested on her hips as she stuck her hands in the air.

  Brooks leaned in and whispered into her ear, "You are beautiful."

  Cambry smiled. "You're not too shabby yourself, cowboy," she replied.

  Laughing, the two continued to move their bodies in time to the music, keeping them close to each other. For the next several hours they danced, occasionally grabbing drinks from the bar. Cambry stuck with her goal to not grow too drunk, but to have just a light buzz for the night. Brooks seemed to follow the same plan, as he didn't drink too much either. She liked that he maintained control over himself.

  For several hours they danced together until the club was ready to close. For having not wanted to go out with Jenae, Cambry realized she'd had quite a bit of fun and was excited that she had met a guy who seemed to be really into her. Jenae had left them to be, disappearing to a table on the raised platform where she talked with the man who had first approached her at the bar.

  Eventually, though, it was time for them to go home. Jenae had to make her way onto the dance floor, which had cleared quite a bit, and pull on Cambry's elbow to convince her to leave. Brooks walked with them out into the night air and waited while the girls hailed a cab. The driver pulled up and Jenae climbed in right away, but Cambry hung back to say goodbye.

  "Are you going to call me tomorrow?" she asked.

  Brooks leaned in toward her, his arm resting on the open car door. "Do you want me to?"

  Cambry pushed herself against him so that her cleavage showed well. "What do you think?"

  He leaned in even more so that his lips and her lips brushed against each other. "I think you want me...to call," he said, pausing to place emphasis on what exactly he thought she wanted.

  "Well, then you'd be right," she whispered.

  She could feel his smile against her lips and also see it as it reached his eyes. Then she pushed her lips against his, sliding her tongue along the bottom lip. He opened his mouth slightly and pushed her tongue inside. She loved the way he tasted and found herself moaning as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

  After a moment she heard Jenae clear her throat and pulled away. Smiling shyly, Cambry said, "Goodbye," and climbed into the cab. Brooks closed the door for her and waved as the cab drove away.

  "Wow," Jenae said as they turned a corner. "You must really like him."

  Cambry shrugged, trying not to show how much she did. "He's hot," she said, digging into her clutch for her chap stick. "And he's a good dancer. And a really great kisser."

  Jenae giggled. "Well, it seems like it was a good thing that you decided to agree to go out with me tonight."

  "Yeah. Just think! I could have missed out on meeting him!" Cambry replied. She could still feel his lips against hers and she pressed a finger to her mouth.

  "I don't want to say 'I told you so...'" Jenae said, trailing off.

  "But you told me so," Cambry finished for her. "I know. I know. It's just been a while since I've had a calm weekend that I was tired. Well, I am tired. But I'm glad we went out tonight."

  Sitting back with a satisfied smile on her face, Jenae nodded. "Next time you protest to going out, I'm going to remind you about this."

  "Next time you want to go out, I may not need to protest," Cambry pointed out as the cab pulled in front of their apartment. "If everything works out with Brooks the way I'm hoping, then I'll be glad to go out with him."

  Jenae paid the cab driver, giving him a generous tip, and the two climbed out of their cab and took the elevator to their floor. As soon as Cambry had taken her dress off and hung it in her closet, she collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

  Chapter 2

  The next day Cambry slept until noon. She hadn't planned on staying out so late the night before, but because she did, she was tired and needed to get her sleep. Luckily it was a Saturday and she didn't have any plans, other than to read her book. Ever since she learned how to read she had loved to lose herself in a good book. First it started out with Dr. Seuss and now she found that she loved just about anything that was suggested to her. She spent most of her down time devouring any book she could lay her hands on.

  Jenae had managed to get up before her, so there was already a full pot of coffee ready. As Cambry walked into the kitchen, Jenae handed her a full mug. Cambry accepted it gratefully, wrapping her hands around it to warm them. "Thank you," she said after she had taken her first sip.

 
; "I figured we could both use it," Jenae said. She sat at the counter flipping through a fashion magazine, circling the information about the clothing that she liked.

  "So who was that guy you spent most of the night with?" Cambry asked as she grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge.

  "Oh you noticed him, huh?" Jenae said, raising one eyebrow.

  Cambry stuck her tongue out before she replied. "Yes, I noticed him. And how you were hanging all over him. I was just too distracted to ask about him."

  Jenae laughed. "I guess I can't blame you. Brooks is definitely a fine piece of ass."

  "Yes, he certainly is," Cambry replied. She took her yogurt into the living room and plopped down on the couch, resting her feet on the arm. "Think he's going to call me today?"

  Jenae sat in the arm chair next to the couch with her own yogurt in hand. "I can't imagine he wouldn't after that sickening display on the street."

  "Like you've not done anything like that before," Cambry said, rolling her eyes.

  "I don't know what you're talking about," Jenae replied, digging her spoon into the yogurt cup.

  Cambry chuckled. "Let's see, I remember that time with Jason," she said, ticking the names off on her fingers. "Carl, Alec, Nathan, and a certain Jeremy, all of which you did something similar with."

  "Whatever," Jenae said, her face turning red.

  Before Cambry could reply, she heard her phone ringing from her bedroom. She practically leapt off of the couch and sprinted down the hall to her bedroom so that she could answer it. She saw that it was a number she didn't recognize and swiped her finger over the "Answer" button. "Hello?" she asked, trying not to sound as though she was out of breath.

  "Hey, is this Cambry?" came the voice from the other end.

  She smiled. "Who wants to know?"

  "Well you see," the man said, "I was given this number by this really crazy chick last night, but for some reason she intrigued me. I thought I'd give her a call."

  "Hey!" Cambry protested.

  Brooks chuckled. "I'm kidding. It's Brooks."

  "I know," she said and laid back on her bed. "I don't give my number out to just anybody."

  "Well don't I feel special then?" he said.

  "You should," Cambry told him with a smile. "So what's up?"

  "I was wondering if you'd want to go out with me tonight," Brooks said.

  Cambry pumped her hand into the air in excitement. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, trying to sound calm.

  "I'd like to take you to dinner at this great restaurant I know of," he told her.

  "What is it?" Cambry asked him.

  "I'd like to surprise you," Brooks replied. "If you don't mind."

  "Hmmm," Cambry said, hesitating for a moment. "That sounds great. What kind of restaurant is it? How fancy do I need to dress? And what time should I be ready?"

  She could hear him laughing on the other end of the line. "It's not really fancy. Tennis shoes wouldn't be out of place there. But trust me, the food is fantastic."

  Cambry was surprised to hear that. Most of the men she had dated always wanted to take her somewhere fancy where they could show off their class. "Okay," she finally said. "I'm fine with that. What time should I be ready?"

  "I'll pick you up around seven?" he said.

  Cambry nodded even though Brooks couldn't see. "That's perfect."

  "Great," Brooks said. "I can't wait."

  They hung up and Cambry squealed. Jenae stood at her bedroom door, waiting to hear a report about the conversation. "What did he say?" she asked.

  "He asked me out for dinner," Cambry told her. A large smile crossed her face as she stood and began to rummage in her closet for what she should wear.

  "And where is he going to take you?" Jenae asked. "That way I'll know what to help you pick out to wear."

  "Well he wouldn't tell me," Cambry said as she pulled out a pair of her skinny jeans that showed off her ass. "When I asked how fancy I should dress, he said tennis shoes would be fine."

  "Tennis shoes?" Jenae said, helping her dig in the closest. "We're not doing that."

  Cambry shook her head. "No, I'm not wearing tennis shoes on a first date."

  Jenae moved out of the closet with a pair of red pumps and a sparkly, red top. "You should wear this," she said, laying the top above the pants on the bed. "And these red heels to match."

  Seven o'clock rolled around and Cambry was reading and waiting for Brooks. He showed up right on time, knocking on their apartment door in a pattern. Cambry was excited and felt butterflies flutter through her stomach. "This is it," she whispered to Jenae before she opened the door.

  Brooks stood on the other side, one hand in one of the pockets on his dark blue jeans. He wore a darker grey, button-up shirt that emphasized his muscular arms and chest. "Wow," he said when he saw her. "You look stunning."

  A smile broke across Cambry's face. "Thank you," she replied. "You look nice as well."

  He held his arm out for her to wrap hers through and she accepted, shutting the door behind her. Brooks led her out of the apartment building to a dark blue sports car that was parked out front. "Is this your car?" she asked. Nodding, Brooks opened the door for her. Once she was seated, he closed the door and walked to the driver's side before climbing in. She waited until he was on the road before saying, "How does a bartender afford a car like this?"

  He chuckled. "The truth is, I'm not just a bartender. During the day, I work with my father as a senior partner in his company."

  Cambry's jaw dropped. She had assumed that his only job was at the club. "What is your father's company?"

  "We own several different clubs, the one we met at last night being one of them," Brooks said, shifting his manual shifter in the car.

  She was in shock. Cambry certainly hadn't realized that Brooks was wealthy, but it turned out he was, in fact, very wealthy. A few moments later, he pulled the car up in front of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant that resided in between two larger companies. Having never heard of it, she felt nervous about what the food would taste like, but she decided to try to have a positive attitude about it.

  They walked in and she saw that there were only about ten tables, but only one of them was being used. Brooks led her to one in the corner and a moment later a man came over and set two waters and two menus on the table before them. "Brooks!" he exclaimed, holding his arms out to the side.

  Brooks stood and wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him into a hug. They clapped each other on their backs for a second. "It's good to see you again," Brooks said when he pulled away.

  "It's been far too long!" the man said. "And who is this lovely young woman?" he leaned over and placed a kiss on the back of Cambry's hand.

  "This is Cambry," Brooks told him, smiling. "Cambry, this is an old family friend, Nicola. He owns this restaurant."

  "It's a pleasure to meet you," Cambry said with a smile.

  Brooks sat back at the table. "We'd like a few moments to order," he told Nicola. "Cambry has never been here before."

  "Of course, of course. Welcome to my restaurant, Miss Cambry. I shall return," Nicola said before returning to the kitchen.

  Turning to Cambry, Brooks held out one of the menus. "So," he said. "This is a Thai food restaurant, run by an Italian family, in America, which is probably why it's not very well known. But it is delicious."

  Cambry laughed and accepted the menu. "Well, that would explain why I've never heard of it." She studied the menu for a few moments before deciding on a Thai chicken salad with a curried dressing. Just as she set the menu down on the table, Nicola returned. She figured he must have been watching them, waiting for when they were ready to order.

  "What can I get you?" he asked, pulling a notepad and a pen out of his back pocket.

  The rest of the evening flowed well and Cambry found that she really enjoyed Brooks' company. Not only was he handsome and funny, but she found that he was also charming and kind toward others; all of those were characteristics that she found
attractive in a man. When they were done eating, Brooks drove them to an ice cream shop where they both ordered strawberry ice cream on sugar cones. As the evening wore to an end, Cambry realized that she hadn't enjoyed herself as much as she had with Brooks in a long time.

  Eventually, though, he drove her to her apartment and walked her to her door. As she pulled her keys out of her purse, Brooks took them from her and unlocked the door and opened it for her. "I really enjoyed myself tonight," he said, before she walked into the apartment.

  Cambry shyly looked down at her hands, which she held clasped in front of her. "I did too."

  Brooks smiled and placed Cambry's keys back into her hand. However, instead of letting go, he wrapped both hands around hers. "I would like to see you again, if you're okay with that," he told her.

  She looked into his eyes and nodded. "I'd love that." In her head, she was debating whether or not she should invite him in for a drink. Inviting him inside would imply that she wanted to take him to her bedroom. While that was certainly the truth, she didn't want him to think that she was the kind of girl who slept with guys on the first date on a regular basis. Jenae had told her she would make herself sparse that night in case Cambry wanted to invite him in, so at least she didn't have that to worry about.

  While she argued with herself about what to do, Brooks leaned in, pausing inches from her mouth. Cambry pushed herself to him, meeting his lips. Her stomach was a bundle of nerves, but the way he kissed her made her melt. She immediately made up her mind. When they pulled away from each other, she looked into his eyes and said, "Would you like to come in?"

  "Only if you're sure that's what you want," Brooks said, but the desire in his eyes told her that he wanted to as much as she wanted him to. Smiling, she took a hold of his hand and pulled him through her front door.

  Chapter 3

  Before she showed Brooks where her room was, Cambry headed into the kitchen and poured them each a drink. Knowing that she was about to put the moves on Brooks had her stomach doing flips, but not in a bad way. She was nervously excited and she wanted the alcohol to help calm her down.