The Hotel 3 (The Billionaire Seduction) (11 page)
I’ve
been Grey Suit back there. Even in the shadows of the warehouse I can
read the look on his face, the narrowed eyes, slightly turned down
mouth. He’s a guy who knows that just because he’s the
one who’s taking this girl out tonight it doesn’t mean
he’s going home with her. Back when I was fighting, my
girlfriend at the time used the hours I was knocking guys’
blocks off to get her rocks off. She even slept with some of my
opponents, who I beat anyway, but still—I don’t know if
she was just bored or mean, didn’t love me or herself or both,
but when we broke up two years ago, I swore off relationships. My
motto is get in and get out, in all ways possible.
So
Tight Dress standing in front of me, just the right size to straddle
my lap in the front seat of my Audi, would usually be the perfect
ending to a night.
But
I can’t abide dishonesty, not even from a one-night stand. Like
I said: there are standards.
“Your
date’s not doing it for you?” I say, nodding at Grey Suit
who’s now standing by the door where people are starting to
exit. It must be after two a.m. by now and a weeknight, which means
most of these people are six hours away from clocking in at the
office tomorrow. Thrill seekers by night, executive decision makers
by day, that’s a lot of our audience, and even though I’ve
never been able to tolerate living that kind of rigid, conventional
lifestyle for myself, their money’s just as good as anyone
else’s. They may even have a greater appreciation for the
brawls, since bare-knuckles fighting is a far cry from whatever
uptight Fortune 500 company or corporate law firm they work at.
She
glances at Grey Suit, then turns back to me. “He’s okay,”
she says. That pretty mouth of hers widens. Despite the darkness of
the warehouse, her teeth gleam like white stones. “But you’re
Ryder Cole.” She runs her hand lightly over my arm. “And
I’m willing.”
My
bicep belies my intention to be behave, contracting instinctively as
her fingers linger on my suit sleeve. “To do what?”
“Anything
you want.”
I
lean close to her. “I want you to go home with the guy that
brought you and fuck his brains out like a good girl,” I say.
“But you can think about me while you’re doing it.”
I
cross to where Tyler waits by the door. Security will close up. We’ve
got business to attend to.
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There are so many amazing people I want
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To the readers who took a chance on a brand new author and series, I
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