Untaming Lily Wilde by Olivia Fox Page B

propped up on an elbow.
    "But we're not doing it here. Ana's controlling. You’re just another party game to her. Surely you can see that? Leave with me - I’ve got a hotel room booked for tonight. We can be well away from this freak show and-"
    “Wait-” Lily pulled herself upright. Had he really just refused to go any further unless she agreed to go with him? Jesus. Who the hell are you to go calling Ana controlling?! She was still flushed with arousal, but now outraged added fresh heat to her cheeks. "So,” she said, quietly, “Ana’s playing games, is she? Well what the hell do you call this ?"
    She pulled herself from the bed, flattened her dress, swept her fingers through her hair, and strode to the door. Seb was milliseconds behind her. As she placed her hand on the handle he covered it with his own.
    "Wait. That was a cheap shot. I'm sorry."
    Lily paused. She forced herself to count to ten before replying.
    "Bottom line is you're married, I'm single. If you want some kind of hold over me then - then separate. Move out. Get a fricking divorce!"
    She shrugged him off, yanked the door handle, stepped out into the unknown.

Sunday 30th Jan
     
    Oh my...
     
    Hello again diary. I'm red in the face writing this but I feel like you deserve some juicy gossip.
     
    So last night was party night... And of course I was planning on keeping to the shadows and letting everyone get jiggy without me. OK, so if I'm totally honest, I was hoping Seb would spend the whole evening fucking me senseless in my room, so I wouldn't have to face the whole hedonistic sex party thing. But as it happens, Seb kicked off the evening by behaving like a total a-hole control freak. After working me into a horny frenzy, he suddenly landed me with an ultimatum: leave the party with him or no sex. Well, screw that. I’ve had it with controlling men. Anyhow, I don't think he was banking on me walking out on him, because he looked pretty stunned when I did.
    And whereas I hadn't been planning on having a 'good time' with anyone other than Seb, well, suddenly there I was, all worked up and wanton, and in a huge candle-lit hall full of half-naked hedonists.
    As soon as I walked in, Grayson read my mood. He didn’t ask questions - for which I’m eternally grateful. He just passed me a glass of champagne.
    The whole scene was pretty dramatic. A fire roared in the hearth, and about a dozen (certainly no more than that) gorgeous bodies, draped with white, glowed in the warm light. I’ve gotta say, it struck me that the whole bacchanal theme was waning. The ivy had all but been removed. And the marble-esque statues sat slightly oddly with the rest of the decor; just a nod to the events of the previous week. My first thoughts were - shit, I’m going to have to arrange to remove all these damn props - but then Grayson took my hand and pulled me back to the present. He walked me over to Kay and Demetri first off (a couple! And there’s Cayley saying most of these folk are singles! Sleazy hot-tubs ahoy!) and made a point of introducing me as a newbie. Subtext: go easy. He sat with us, thank God, and broke the ice by encouraging Demetri, obviously a real toy enthusiast, to talk me through the many sex toys on display, while my heart thumped in my mouth.
    First, the vibrators. I examined an upgraded version of the pink rabbit I already knew and loved (not that I admitted to having my very own bunny). Demetri laughed and, in true Crocodile Dundee style, declared, "That's not a vibrator. This is a vibrator!" whipping out a giant, fleshy monstrosity. Man alive!
    Kay just rolled her eyes; guess he’s like that all the time. "My boyfriend, the comedian. He can't help himself," she said. She was nice enough. They both were. And, to be fair, they didn’t have that yicky, sticky, fake-tan, oiled-up swinger vibe going on. But still, I’ve got to say, my motor was rapidly seizing up.
    Using the toys as a distraction from the general weirdness, I picked up this cute