Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) by Stella White

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    Hell, it's all creased, she thought as she fished around in her bag for something to wear. The only thing that had escaped the baggage handlers wrath was a tiny black circle skirt. She wondered it she dare appear in it. She had no choice, she thought. She added a black silk top with spaghetti straps and stood in front of the mirror. She was pleased she had; her nipples were sticking through the material, making her look like a cheap hooker. She gave a whoop of frustration. Then it came to her. All the Regency British movies she'd seen. The butler with an iron in his hand. John was very obliging and in no time returned to her room with her knee length skirt and a navy blouse, impeccably pressed.
    Feeling more comfortable in conservative clothes, she went downstairs. Ryan had pointed to a door when he'd mentioned the party. She could hear music and decided to follow it. The door took her from the entrance hall into a huge living room. Although the house was probably built in the nineteen twenties, the room was contemporary in decoration. When she looked out of the window, she found herself looking at the back yard. There was a large well-manicured lawn with the kind of stripes her father always tried to get on his lawn but never did. At each side of the lawn were flower beds with a dazzling array of colorful foliage.
    The French windows were open, and Alina stepped outside. It was then that she noticed the music was coming from a separate building across the lawn. When she was halfway across the turf, she heard the sound of water and screams.
    ''Hi, welcome to one of my famous parties,'' Ryan said. His white pants were gone, and he was wearing a pair of tight-fitting swimming shorts and no shirt.  Obviously just out of the pool, his body was covered in tiny drops of water. Keep your eyes up she told herself, painfully aware of the considerable bulge down below.
    ''Come on, let's get you a drink,'' he said. The pool was large, as big as most municipal pools. It was housed in a building with an arched roof and glass doors that opened to the lawn.
    ''Are they....?'' she exclaimed.
    Ryan followed Alina's eyes. He laughed. ''Yer, looks like it.'' In one corner there were a number of sun beds covered in red leather mattresses. A couple was making love, both totally naked, in full view of everybody. The strange thing to Alina was nobody seemed to care, or for that matter even be looking. She, on the other hand, couldn't take her eyes away. The man, on top, was a so good looking, she instantly wanted to swap with the women whose moans were getting louder by the second.
    She hurriedly turned away and looked at the pool. It was full of topless women, and a few men, who she assumed were Ryan's friends. She counted five guys and sixteen girls. The guys looked so happy; it made Alina wonder if any of them would ever be able to settle down with just one woman. Most of them looked to be in their thirties, and she was sure they'd spent the last ten years fooling around with dozens of women at parties like this. She 'd have to be careful she didn't get involved with a man like that. There was no way she was ever going to share her husband with anybody. She closed her eyes in embarrassment as the woman in the corner reached her climax.
    Ryan handed her a drink. A long crystal glass full of real Champagne. She took a sip and then another. ''That's nice.''
    ''First time you've ever had real champagne?'' he asked.
    ''I think so. Everyone calls sparkling wine Champagne but it isn't is it?''
    ''No Champagne comes from an area in France of the same name. Most of the stuff people think is Champagne is just white wine with a few bubbles. ''
    A dark girl pulled herself from the pool and came to talk to them. ''Hi I'm Zoey,' she said.
    ''Alina, nice to meet you.''
    ''You too. Ryan told me you were coming.''
    ''Are you his girlfriend?'' Alina asked. She was a very beautiful woman, the type she imagined Ryan liked.
    Zoey