Eleanor's arm slung over his shoulder like a bro, her warm curves pressing close, her scent hitting him like a drug—Anirudh was already fired up from Aurora's teasing, and this just cranked it to eleven. Soaking in that sweet aroma, he nearly jumped out of his skin when Eleanor dropped her bombshell, whipping around to gawk at her, jaw on the floor.
"Duh, you're pushing twenty. You need a girl to take care of you—body and soul. I can't keep bailing you out, can I?" Eleanor's face went pink thinking about Anirudh's earlier explosion today.
This kid was a damn volcano. If she didn't hook him up soon and he blew a gasket from all that pressure, their family's last hope would be toast!
Anirudh almost blurted he'd take her help anytime, but his courage bailed. Once it sank in that Eleanor was dead serious about playing matchmaker, he snuck a peek around the room.
Aurora? No-brainer—she'd nearly eaten him alive already. Hooking up was just a countdown, but he couldn't say that. Oldest one here, older than Eleanor by a stretch—if he picked her, Eleanor might knock him out!
His eyes hit Rosalind next. Total babe, Eleanor-level hot. Straight black hair spilled over her shoulders, framing a rosy, oval face. Those blue eyes sparkled like gems, and her thin, red lips? Pure fire—made you wanna dive in.
That reddish-purple miniskirt hugged her killer body, outshining even Eleanor's curves. Sitting there, her waist stayed tiny—a goddess built to break hearts.
When she flashed a smile, little dimples popped, cranking her charm to max. Anirudh spaced out for a sec. He'd missed it at dinner, but damn, she was a knockout.
Laila? Yeah, she was a stunner too, but that ice-queen vibe? Not his thing—never had been.
Then Amy, Aurora's little sis. Golden hair flowing, face just as gorgeous. Without Rosalind's class or Aurora's smolder, she'd still turn heads anywhere. Missing that high-end polish or mature heat, but as a girlfriend? Hell yeah. Dating her while sneaking some action with Aurora? Talk about a rush.
And Estella? Okay, this baby-faced bombshell—age aside—was a win. Bouncy, sassy, with curves that'd make guys drool and girls seethe. Prime real estate for any dude.
Anirudh stalled, brain fried from options. He shot Eleanor a nervous look. "Eleanor, you serious—anyone's up for grabs?"
"Hell yeah! I've got your back—I'll lock it down. Who's your pick? I'll get her sloshed for you…" Eleanor thumped her chest like a champ.
"All of 'em…"
"All of 'em? Wait, what?" Eleanor blanked out, echoing it before it hit her. She stared at him, floored. This kid's balls were huge—he wanted the whole damn lineup?
Then it clicked—if he could pull it off, better him than some rando snagging them, right? Keep the goods close. A sneaky grin curled her lips.
"Fine, I'll help you bag 'em one at a time. But Aurora's off the table—married, even if she's been split from that guy for years. My boy ain't messing with some old wedded chick!"
"Huh…" Anirudh froze. "All of them" slipped out and he'd kicked himself—sounded like a total sleaze! What'd Eleanor think? Before he could backpedal, she was on board?
"What? Don't tell me Aurora's on your list too?" Seeing him stall, Eleanor figured he wasn't happy with her call.
"No, no, no! Just—damn, you're too good to me—I could kiss you!" Anirudh's heart was doing flips. He planted a fast smooch on Eleanor's silky cheek, thinking, Aurora's hot though—I'm into her for real!
No chance he'd let that slip.
"Chill, I'll set it up. Play your cards right later…" Eleanor rolled her eyes, then hauled him back to the crew.
"You and Anirudh done plotting over there?" Aurora smirked as they rolled up.
"Shove it, you loudmouth tramp…" Eleanor shot her a death stare. This chick's filter was long gone.
"Haha, relax—just yanking your chain! Let's raise one more for our stud Anirudh…" Aurora cackled, hoisting her glass. The others grinned and joined in. Anirudh, stuck, grabbed his glass, clinked, and chugged.
Two drinks deep, his head was spinning. He flopped onto the sofa, slumping back. One-drink drunk growing up, and now he'd smashed his limit.
Eleanor was already squaring off with Aurora and Rosalind in a booze battle. These classy dames turned into absolute beasts with wine, slamming fancy reds like shots. Anirudh gaped, half in awe, half freaked out.
Estella owned the mic, cranking out banger after banger, dancing like a maniac. Her chest jiggled like crazy, blue pleated skirt flipping up with every hop, flashing white panties. Anirudh's throat turned to sandpaper.
If Amy weren't side-eyeing him now and then, he'd have stared under Estella's skirt 'til his eyes fell out. It was that good.
Laila chilled in the corner, messing with her phone. How this frosty chick rolled with these wildcards was anyone's guess.
"Anirudh, you game?" Amy slid up with a wine glass, plunking down next to him with a grin.
"Game for what?" He blinked, thrown that she'd made the first move…