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)

If given the chance, would you bring your fantasies to life?

Alone for the first time after being married for twelve years, I never expected four younger men to tempt me with a good time.

When I saw them dancing — and stripping — at Club Red, they filled my imagination with all sorts of filthy thoughts. The next morning, they turned up in my backyard as the landscapers I’d hired sight unseen.

I’m wildly attracted to the men and their hard, toned bodies, and soon, I find out they’re interested in me, too. They’re doing the yard work my ex had neglected, and when they find out I’ve also been neglected, they make an irresistible offer to change that.

Four fantasies, fulfilled by them. No strings attached. Who could say no to that?

My first night is with Leo, the charming extrovert, whose sense of humor is topped only by his talent at giving me pleasure. When I’m too shy to reveal one of my deepest, darkest desires, he breaks the ice with a silly pizza delivery guy role play that quickly turns into very naughty fun. Turns out Leo’s mouth is good at other things besides talking.

Four Fantasies is the second book in the FOUR After Dark Series, standalone reverse harem romances with characters who continue to make appearances.

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The carpet is red, the walls are red, and the waiter’s leather pants are … you guessed it — red. The deep crimson of a dry merlot, actually. Wine is typically my drink of choice, but tonight I opted for something stronger.

“I’ll give him the tip when he comes back,” Donna says as soon as the waiter walks off with our orders. “I’m going to stuff some dollar bills into his pants.”

“He’s a server, not a stripper,” my sister, Brittany, says drily.

“He doesn’t have a shirt on, and his pants leave nothing to the imagination,” Brittany’s longtime friend Erica says, her eyes tracking the man as he disappears into the growing crowd.

Brittany shakes her head and rolls her eyes for only me to see, but what was she expecting? I could have told her Donna and Erica would react this way. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why Brittany brought us to Club Red. She works here, so you’d think she’d have her fill of the place, and I know she’s not interested in the dancers. According to the posters on the walls, most of them look young enough to be our … well, not quite our children, but close. Very close. Did she think I’d be interested in men who don’t yet need to shave?

The night is in my honor, after all, not that I even want to be here. My divorce was final just three days ago. I’m officially a single woman, a category that feels wholly foreign, and Brittany thought I should celebrate.

Though I have my moments, for the most part, I don’t feel like the end of my marriage is something to celebrate. But I’ve learned that it’s much easier to just go along with whatever my older sister wants. She can be like a dog with a bone, and I’m not in the mood to be chewed to pieces.

“Here he comes! Here he comes!” Donna is flapping her hand excitedly, the paper money almost flying out of her grip. The ironic thing is that Donna is now the only one of us four who is married, and she’s the most excited to be at this male revue club. I suppose that should tell you something about marriage.

“Donna, you’re embarrassing us,” Brittany says, grabbing the dollar bills from our friend’s hand. “Besides, if anyone should sexually harass him with the tip money, it’s Lorraine.” She thrusts the money at me, and I take it, because, again, it’s the easiest thing to do. It’s not that I don’t stand up to my sister, but I’ve learned to pick my battles.

“Here we are, ladies.” The leather-pants-wearing waiter returns with a tray holding our drinks. Donna’s eyes are wide as she studies his body, but my focus is on the colorful liquid in the glasses. “Which one of you had the Bump and Grind?” he asks, holding out a pale pinkish-orange drink.

I hold up a finger. “That’s mine.”

He hands me the drink and I take a sip as he distributes the rest of the order. All of the cocktails on their limited menu had silly names like Lap Dance, Dirty Fantasy, and Pop My Cherry. I chose the Bump and Grind because it had tequila in it, and I’m relieved to find that it’s smooth and very tasty mixed with grapefruit juice and ginger.

“Can I bring you anything else right now?” the man asks. His eyes are so bright they’re nearly a baby blue, and I can’t help but picture him as someone’s son. At thirty-four, I feel too old to be in a place like this.

“I think we’re all set.” I hand him the wad of folded bills, ignoring Donna’s frown. I am not touching this man’s bare skin. It occurs to me that even if he were ten years older, not a waiter, and we were alone, I’d still have no desire to touch him. I’m not a “my ex-husband was the only man for me” kind of woman, so is it normal that I have zero desire for men?

Ex-husband. It hurts to think of Nick that way.

I don’t miss him, and I’m no longer in love with him, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve failed. We’ve failed.

“My god, that man is hot,” Erica says, still watching the waiter as he delivers drinks to other tables. “Will he be performing in the show?”

Brittany shakes her head. “The servers aren’t dancers, though some of them work out here while they wait for performance spots to open up.”

After many years working as a cashier at the only grocery store on this island, my sister heard about Club Red coming to Four Points, and put in an application to work the front desk. She’s been employed here since they first opened about four months ago, and she said there’s talk about expanding her job role, which is great since her skills have been underutilized for years.