Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

started forming in her cleavage. Since she was wearing a thin silk blouse, the embarrassing evidence of her desire would show in minutes.
    “Avery said he left you in charge of The Sarasota Firehouse during his absence.”  
    “Yes, I was on location last night and also during my lunch hour.”   The Sarasota Firehouse was an incredible, historic site Avery’s wife and her partner had transformed into an art gallery slash apartment house.  
    Avery had offered Vania a side salary that she couldn’t refuse. All he wanted was for her to keep the place going while he was away honeymooning. The extra money she earned would wipe out a chunk of her upcoming wedding bills. But these first two days had been a doozy, and Vania wondered how she would continue for the next twenty-eight days without failing. Or losing her mind.  
    “Your first impression?”
    “Even though the firehouse is in its infancy the property demands a full-time manager.”
    “I figured as much. Avery was in a hurry to leave, didn’t think everything through.” Drake ran fingers through his hair, the black gleaming beneath the recessed lighting. He opened the file across his lap, his chin dipping as he studied it.   “But I can’t blame him. A wedding is a once in a lifetime experience.”
    “I agree.” But she was shocked to hear Drake felt that way. Many wealthy businessmen often married two or more times, before they settled down. “I hope Avery, Dylan, and Payton share a lifetime of happiness.” Their marriage was unusual, consisting of two husbands instead of one, but those closest to the Eastons knew to keep the nature of the marriage private.
    “They will. I’m sure of it.” Drake lifted his head, refocusing on her. “So start with the most urgent matter at the firehouse.”  
    Vania shoved her glasses up her nose, the sweat making them slippery. “The art gallery side is throwing a fundraiser for the children’s hospital, to help finish building the state-of-the-art burn center Avery started.”  
    “How’s that going?”
    “Well…” Vania hadn’t overseen a fundraiser of this size. She felt like she’d been tied to train tracks and given a pat on the head for good luck.  
    “ Miss Lange .”
    “We’re showcasing Sarasota artists, though only half of those have committed.” She swiped a hand across her forehead. “But that didn’t stop Avery from selling every ticket available to his elite circle.”  
    “Yes, he worked package deals with our hotel for traveling guests.” Drake ignored his buzzing phone. “The burn center is Avery’s baby, so the fundraiser needs to run as smoothly as you run his corner of this office.”
    “I’ll do my best, Sir.”
    “You will with more help. My Aunt Gilda is involved with this particular fundraiser.” He glanced at her electronic tablet. “Did anyone give you her number?”
    “No.” When she moved her fingers over her home screen, Vania noticed them trembling. “I’ll enter it in my contacts.”
    “May I?”
    “Sure.”
    Drake lifted the tablet from her hand, skimming her wrist with a negligible touch. But she felt it to her core, her wet core.   As he entered his aunt’s information, she crossed her legs, trying to ward off her need. Matt could not create this raw, consuming hunger in her Drake Easton created without even knowing it.
    “All set.” Drake placed her tablet on the edge of his desk. “I’ll tell Aunt Gilda to expect your call, so contact her before you leave for the day. She’s invaluable when it comes to fundraisers and how to handle self-important patrons who tend to drive everyone else insane, so lean on her years of experience.”
    “Thank you.” She watched his long, elegant fingers situate the thick file across his lap. “I will.”
    “Back to the firehouse’s everyday business, Avery’s hiring two managers for his wife, Payton, and her business partner, Libby.” He cocked his head. “Though the media hasn’t found out, I trust