Bitten By The Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Vampire Romance Read Online Free

seriously lacking.” Reina complained again about the lack of options for her to borrow. “I look ridiculous.”
    “Rey, you’re wearing my lingerie. I told you to pick a dress.” Kyra chastised.
    “This is the closest thing you had to something I would wear. But it’s so long.” Reina whined.
    Kyra noticed the cabbie steal a glance in the rearview mirror. She rolled her eyes at Bree over Reina’s head. “I’m so sorry that it will take that much more work to show off your ass tonight.”
    “It’s not about showing off my ass. It’s about being comfortable.” Reina retorted. She folded her arms under her generous bust and winked at the cabbie in the rearview. Her hot pink bra peeked out from beneath the skimpy black satin and lace.
    “I just hope they let you in.” Bree muttered as she pulled at the hem of the dress she’d borrowed. It was the longest one Kyra owned, but Bree had about six inches on Kyra. The little black dress was really little on Bree and barely hit her mid-thigh.
    “You both could have gone home and used your own clothes.” Kyra reminded them with a chuckle. She felt really good – alive. Smells were stronger, sounds were louder, and her friends’ bodies were warmer.
    They strolled into the piano bar and Reina immediately scanned the room for a familiar face. She waved to a table at the far end and made it obvious enough that the host took notice. Reina knew how to play the game and she played it well, better than anybody Kyra had ever seen.
    “We’d like to sit with my friends, just over there.” Reina flirted with the host and waved again at the two men. The older gentleman nodded at the host and gestured for him to let them pass. “Come along, girls. Let’s have some fun.”
    “What is she getting us into now?” Bree whispered in Kyra’s ear and they both chuckled.
    Reina sidled up to the table, and both men stood and bowed their greetings to her. “Ladies, allow me to introduce Dominic Chartreaux and his charming son, Oliver. Gentlemen, these are my very closest friends, Kyra Donovan and Bree Chastain.”
    The father and son team motioned for the ladies to join them as waiters appeared with enough chairs to accommodate them. “Reina, it is a pleasure to see you again. Oliver tells me you’ve made plans to do a skydiving shoot in Brazil next month.” Dominic Chartreaux was the very definition of a silver fox, no lines on his face betraying his true age. Kyra could not place his accent but noticed it on certain syllables. 
    “I asked Oliver to accompany me on the trip but he said you have business.” Reina feigned a pout for Dominic’s benefit.
    “I’m sure we could release Oliver for a few days. We would not want our Reina traveling around Brazil without an escort.” Dominic leaned toward his son, “accompany Miss Reina to Brazil. I am certain you can use the vacation.”
    “Yes, father.” Oliver’s eyes flashed. He had been studying Bree and responded absentmindedly. “What do you do for a living, Ms. Chastain?”
    “A little of this, a little of that.” Bree replied nonchalantly. She was clearly not interested in the dashing, ebony-haired Oliver Chartreaux. Kyra stifled a laugh. This could be entertaining. The father wanted Reina, who wanted his son, who seemed to want what Bree had to offer.
    Kyra ordered a glass of red wine and sat back to enjoy the show. She lost track of how many glasses she emptied as her own personal RomCom unfolded before her, set to the music of dueling pianists. Kyra drank until Reina and Bree forced her out of the bar and into a cab between them.
    “Could you have been any more rude?” Reina chastised Bree. “Oliver is interested in you.”
    “But you are interested in Oliver.” Bree pointed out. “And I’m not interested in him – at all.”
    Reina turned away from them and looked out the window. “You’ve never been so discerning before, Bree.”
    “That’s not fair, Rey.” Bree’s tone softened. “Something