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The Muse: Prequel (MMF Bisexual Romance)
The Muse: Prequel (MMF Bisexual Romance)
The Muse: Prequel (MMF Bisexual Romance)
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The Muse: Prequel (MMF Bisexual Romance)

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Ever wonder how someone goes from a poor college student to one of the sexiest billionaires in the world? It starts with a dream, and that is exactly what Brik Evander has when he meets Roberto, a sexy-as-hell clothing designer whose seductively curvy wife chooses Brik for an opportunity of a lifetime.

Working at a Las Vegas hotel for high-rollers, Brik never imagined he would end up as the muse to a clothing designer. But that was what he was. And how do you amuse a world famous designer? You make love to his beautiful wife while he watches. Being a muse clearly had its benefits. But did they include fulfilling Brik’s secret fantasy with a scorching hot billionaire? The couple won’t be at the hotel long, so Brik is running out of time to find out.

‘The Muse: Prequel’ is the steamy story that sets the stage for the very funny, ultra-high heat standalone ‘The Muse: MMF Bisexual Romance’. ‘The Muse: Prequel’ contains not-to-be-missed MF, MM, and MMF scenes.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 10, 2019
ISBN9780463791226
The Muse: Prequel (MMF Bisexual Romance)

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    The Muse - A. Anders

    Brik Evander looked across the 30 feet that separated him from all of his dreams. It may as well have been a million miles. Although he had defied the odds and had gotten a job in exactly the hotel that he wanted, he was working behind the front desk. Where he needed to be was the concierge stand.

    Brik had big dreams but he grew up poor. Most dreams didn’t require money to be fulfilled. But Brik always saw himself as the owner of hotels. Not only did that require money, but it required a shit ton of it. With no family contacts and no membership to a fancy country club, he knew his only opportunity to meet an investor who would have the type of money he would need, would be to impress one by miraculously fulfilling their needs.

    It wasn’t, perhaps, the best plan in the world, but Brik was proud of it. Being a concierge at a Las Vegas hotel would put him in constant contact with the richest of the rich. And if he could impress any of them enough for them to remember his name, he might gain an open door to present them with a sure fire hotel success.

    There were, however, a lot of obstacles that stood in the way of that. Sure, he was in a hotel with the richest of the rich constantly flowing through it. But there were two guys who already worked at the concierge desk. Both never seemed to take any time off. And both had to be thirty years older than him.

    Brik was twenty-two. Only a few months earlier he had graduated from college. And as much as he implored his manager to give him a shot as a concierge, even Brik had to admit that he didn’t have enough knowledge of Vegas, or of life, to handle the outrageous requests that the superrich would sometimes make.

    So, until he got his opportunity, Brik stood behind his desk, serviced everyone with a smile, and made copious notes on those who could be a good investor.

    Welcome to the Four Queens hotel, Brik said as a couple approached.

    Brik watched as the well-built, good-looking man stepped forward.

    Yes. Checking in. The name is Romero, the man said coldly.

    Brik took a second to determine the wealth of the man. His thick dark hair, perfectly manicured eyebrows, his well-tailored clothes, and his expensive watch told Brik that this was someone to take note of. Not only that, he immediately struck Brik as being a little needy. This unquestionably wealthy man was sure to make use of the concierge’s services. And, if, by chance, Brik was standing there and picked up the phone, he wanted to remember as many details about the man as possible.

    Looking down, Brik typed on his keyboard. That’s two under the name Roberto Romero?

    That’s correct, the good-looking older man said crisply.

    Mr. Romero, you have our penthouse booked. It looks like it has been prepared with your special requests. And here is the key to both the elevator and your room, Brik said as he handed the man the penthouse room key.

    Taking the key without another word, the good-looking man turned away and headed towards the elevator. Brik made note of everything he saw. There was a much younger woman with him. She wasn’t one of those stick thin models, and although it was barely 50° outside, the woman was wearing a fur coat.

    Brik also made note of the luggage. It was a Gucci.

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