His Rules Bundle (Taken by Surprise, Taken Wet, Taken Completely)

By Lyla Sinclair

(Originally written as serial-style short stories, the entire Lauren and Richard story is now bundled into one 3-part novella.)

CPA Lauren Hughes has been so busy working on taxes, she hasn’t managed to cultivate a love life. She’s so desperate for fun, she accepts a ticket to what she thinks is a rave. When she finds everyone at a mansion playing board games, she thinks she’s been had...until she doesn’t win and learns that Richard, her host, has very special consequences for losing...

This bundle contains His Rules 2: Taken By Surprise, His Rules 3: Taken Wet, and His Rules: Taken Completely.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyla Sinclair
• Release date: May 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458041128

Lyla Sinclair

Lyla loves to be alone at sunset, dreaming up new erotic encounters to satisfy her readers' cravings. But most of the day, she can be found lying on the beach, surrounded by nubile young bodies, all of whom are at her beck and call. Eyes closed, sun warming her scantily clad body, she dictates her most lurid fantasies to one of her young sex-slaves as she’s massaged, manicured and lulled to sleep by a nude Spanish guitarist. These catnaps are important, since her nights are spent gorging herself on young men and chocolate (though she never, ever gains weight).

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Taken By Surprise

Chapter One

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, as my Mazda crept forward, looking for the address printed on a gold-leaf invitation in my lap. Although it was completely out of character for me, I—Lauren Hughes—was on my way to a night of unknown revelry with a group of strangers.

But when I turned right and found myself driving up a long private lane to what appeared to be a mansion ahead, I began having second thoughts. Who were these people? They seemed way out of my league, financially, and it was hard to imagine that anyone living in a house shaped like a castle was putting on some kind of rave. So why would they invite Marissa?

I pulled up onto the cobblestone drive in front of the house and stopped. Had Marissa done this to humiliate me? My car door popped open suddenly and I jumped.

Sorry to startle you, Miss, a valet, decked out in an elegant black uniform, said as he pulled my door open and put out his hand for me.

I let him help me out of the car. Am I at the right place? I asked, noting how quiet it seemed from the outside.

He glanced down at my golden ticket. Yes, Miss. The cars are around back. The others are already here. He motioned toward the front door. Before I could change my mind, he jumped into my car and drove away, leaving me to shiver with nerves in the cool night air.

I thought again about who’d sent me here, and this little outing seemed even more ill advised.

Marissa, who my co-workers and I call the Mistress of Darkness, had been giving me a hard time again. She’s the boss’s assistant, which she thinks gives her the right to have an opinion on everything.

All the CPA’s were in the coffee room, celebrating the end of tax season and talking about how we were going to spend our first weekend off in a month when Marissa walked in.

"Tell us what you’re going to do Lauren," she said cattily.

Bitch.

But she was right. Not only did I not have any plans, I couldn’t even imagine any to lie about. Yes, in a room full of accountants, I was the one strangers could immediately pick out as the stereotypical accountant. The problem was, knowing this didn’t help me change it.

I wasn’t comfortable wearing anything but a suit to work and even on days when I thought my strawberry blonde hair looked presentable hanging down on my shoulders, I couldn’t leave the house without pulling it back into something more efficient-looking. I’m sure it was like walking around with Go Away Men! written across my forehead.

Since I had no answer for Marissa, I didn’t reply. I just got my mug out of the microwave and dropped my teabag into it. She stared at me combatively. My four co-workers had finished pouring their coffee. As Marissa continued to watch me, every one of those cowards grabbed a donut and slinked out, leaving me alone with her.

It’s okay. You don’t have to answer, she said in a softer tone.  I guess the bully act was only fun with an audience. I know you have no life.

My angry gaze met hers as I tried to come up with some sort of snappy retort. Then I realized she was looking at me with sympathy. Oh, damn, that was worse! I was up for partner next year, damn it! I should not be an object of pity to the firm’s office assistants.

Did you ever think that it’s not that I have no life? I hedged. "Maybe I just don’t think it’s professional to go around broadcasting the details of my private escapades to my co-workers, like some people do. Some people" meaning her, of course.

Yeah, whatever, she said, not the least bit deterred. Then her face changed suddenly, and she looked like she’d just invented the light bulb. Don’t worry, she said. I have an idea!

Did I say I was worr— I tried to argue, but she’d already sprinted back to her cube.

She returned seconds later, slightly winded. I got this invitation, but I can’t go—other plans. She batted her long black lashes to indicate that her company was in great demand. But you should go. It’ll change your life.

But I don’t want to chan—

She looked at me doubtfully and my voice dwindled away because we both knew I was lying.

Won’t they realize that you’re missing and some stranger is there instead? I asked.

"No, it’s not that kind of party. This is a wild party, Marissa said. Her eyes grew wide at the word wild. There’ll be a lot of strangers there. You can be anyone you want. They won’t ask any questions. All you need is that invitation."

You can be anyone you want. That’s the part that got me. I’d felt boxed-in for so long. Maybe if I went to a wild, drunken party, I could at least have a normal conversation that wasn’t about tax shelters or audits. I wasn’t bad looking. Maybe I could even hook up with a guy and get laid.

Knowing Marissa, I would probably be getting laid by a guy with tattoos covering his entire body and piercings in bizarre places...

But, I decided I couldn’t afford to be so picky. I took the invitation from her hand and thanked her.

But standing alone in front of this quiet estate, I began second-guessing everything from my decision to go there, to my wardrobe choices. Since I’d thought this was some sort of rave, I’d tried to come as close as possible to edgy, in a black leather skirt that hit above the knee, a lavender silk blouse—I didn’t own a T-shirt—and my highest black heels, no hose. This place looked more like I should be in cocktail attire, at the very least.

But I was already here and my car was gone. Besides, I didn’t know these people. I could turn around and leave and probably never see them again.

I forced myself to walk up the stone steps and use the golden knocker, since I didn’t see a bell. A butler answered the door and glanced at my invitation. So glad to have you, Miss. The others are in the rumpus room. Have you been here before?

Um, no, I said uneasily.

The rules are there for you to read, then. He motioned to a sheet of paper on a small table. They are not allowed to leave the premises, though.

I walked over and pretended to skim over them since I’d been too vain to wear my glasses. What kind of party had rules? Not that it mattered. Whatever they were, I wasn’t likely to break any of them.

You can join the others at the games, now, said the butler as he ushered me through the hallway.

Games. Of course! Gambling! That explained everything. I hoped I