Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

turn down paying guests. Maybe a quiet talk with Charlie later would convince him to go away. She desperately needed to beg him not to talk about her past to Brad.
    But she didn’t get a chance to have that quiet talk with him. To Allie’s supreme horror, Charlie had brought several cameras with him, and he and Jane spent the afternoon taking pictures of the house, the view, even the bedrooms. Karl went around with them and seemed to be interested in their conversation. Allie felt a little betrayed by that, but it wasn’t like she was his employer, she told herself. If he wanted to hang around with Jane and Charlie, it wasn’t any of her business. When Allie challenged their right to photograph her property, Charlie laughed, patting her arm.
    “Don’t worry, doll,” he said, making her blood boil with the casual endearment. “You need some good pictures for your marketing materials, don’t you? We’re helping you out here, and we won’t even charge you for them. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
    She started to tell him that if she got anywhere near his mouth she was more likely to shove a poisoned muffin into it than look inside, but they ignored her and moved on, talking f-stops and ambient lighting.
    When Brad finally got home from work, Allie was sitting at the kitchen table, her head in her hands, wondering what she had done to deserve the pack of rabid wolves that was descending on her. He came in and kissed her on the forehead then became aware of voices outside. He went to the window and looked out, then asked, “Honey, who are those people out on the lawn with Karl?”
    “Those are our two new guests,” Alley told him, guiltily wondering how she could explain the situation and how much she could get away with leaving out. He was so comfortingly ordinary that she couldn’t stand the thought of him getting tangled up with pornography and sordid love affairs. “The woman claims to have been my father’s lover, and the other man is some kind of photographer. They’ve been taking pictures all afternoon.”
    “Claims to have been? Do you doubt her?” Brad looked confused.
    “Well, no, not really. Karl knows her. I think his exact words were ‘among other things.’ I really don’t want to know what the ‘other things’ were.”
    Brad looked out the back window, obviously not bothered by the same kinds of visuals she was getting. “But they’re paying guests?”
    She shrugged. “They both say they are, but Karl seems to think that we’ll never see any money from Jane.”
    He snorted. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?”
    “Don’t be mean, Brad,” Allie bristled, in spite of the nasty thoughts she’d been having about Karl all afternoon. “He’s been a big help—”
    “Yeah, yeah, I know. We couldn’t have done it without him,” Brad went to the fridge to get a soda. “So are we feeding these people?”
    Allie groaned, putting her head back down on her crossed arms. “Probably. Jane insisted on fixing lunch today. Ch—Mr. Wayne wasn’t here yet, so I’m not sure what he’s expecting.”
    “Just tell them that breakfast is the only meal that’s provided,” Brad said, as if it was the obvious solution, and as if they were likely to pay any attention at all.
    “It’s not that easy,” she sighed, getting up to start dinner. Then a thought struck her, and she headed for the back door instead. “But I’ll go out and see what their plans are while you relax a little.”
    She half expected him to insist on coming with her, but she desperately wanted to get Charlie alone for a minute before the two of them met. She scurried outside before he could say anything, and went to find her tormenters. They weren’t difficult to locate. She followed the sound of Jane’s rapturous declaration of how much she loved the angle of sunlight at this time of day. It led her to the side of the house where the three of them were standing around a camera on a tripod,