Alpha Billionaire (2 page)

“You look nervous.” His voice was soft as he whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes and gave him an awkward smile.

“No.” I squeaked out, thanking God that his fingers were no longer on me, though my body wasn’t as happy. My body had quite liked his warm fingers on my skin caressing me.

“How about that dance now?” He sat back in the chair and smiled as the music changed. A loud fast number I didn’t know was playing and I stood up nervously.

“You can do this.” I whispered to myself, though I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Was he expecting me to take my clothes off? Was he expecting me to rub myself all over him? Was he expecting that he’d be able to touch me? I wanted to groan as I started dancing in front of him, my face burning a deep red. He sat there, his eyes watching me like a hawk as I moved back and forth awkwardly.

“Don’t be nervous.” He growled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I stumbled into his lap and adjusted my position so that I was straddling him. That had been a mistake. I could feel his hardness in-between my legs and I bit down on my lower lip as I felt myself growing wet. This was so embarrassing and I knew he could tell I was turned on because he was grinning as he stared at me. His hands lay on my hips gently and he started rocking my body back and forth.

“Just dance on my lap.” He leaned forward and his tongue licked my ear. “That way we’ll both feel good.”

“I don’t know.” I mumbled as I moved around on his lap. I could feel him growing harder beneath me and I was starting to see how easy it was for the lines to become blurred in situations like this. I felt like I was dry
humping him. I was starting to feel more turned on than I normally felt before sex with someone I was dating. It made me feel like I was a bit of a slut. Was I basically getting a guy and myself off for money? I groaned as I felt the man moving me back and forth faster, my breasts were hitting his chest now and I felt him slide down in the seat a bit, so that my breasts were now slapping his face. I tried to push his hands off of my hips, but he just shook his head.

“No, don’t stop.” He muttered and I licked my lips nervously. I was the one giving him the dance, but he was definitely the one in control of everything that was happening.

“I think I have to stop now.” I whispered hoarsely as I felt his mouth on my nipple and his fingers on my ass as I moved back and forth.

“Not yet.” He groaned and I felt his hand between my legs for a second as he undid his zipper. “Ten more seconds.” He muttered and I realized he had pulled his cock out of his pants and it was now sitting between my legs as I moved back and forth. I jumped up after two seconds as I felt his hardness right next to my wetness.

“No way, Jose.” I shook my head and looked down at him. “Sorry, I can’t continue with this dance.”

“What if I offered you twenty grand to finish it?” He sat there staring at me with narrowed eyes.

“No, sorry.” I watched as he tucked himself away again.

“What about one-hundred thousand dollars?”

“To finish a dance or to have sex with you?” I mumbled horrified that I was even considering his offer.

“A hundred thousand to finish the dance.” He smiled at me and stared at me expectantly.

“With your, you know what out?”

“Yes, with my cock out and between your legs. Your panties would be off.” He said shortly. “No penetration though.”

“No,” I said softly. “Sorry, I can’t do that.” I shook my head and sighed. “As much as I’d like to make a hundred grand, I can’t do that.”

“Are you sure?” He asked me softly. “I’d pay you in cash.”

“I’m sure.” I nodded and looked down at the floor. A hundred grand would go a long way.

“Good.” He jumped up and took my hand. “Come with me.”

“Huh?” I looked up at him in confusion.

“You passed my test.”

“What test?”

“I’ll explain more later. Let’s go and get your stuff.”

“What?” I frowned, feeling confused. “What are you talking about?”

“We’re leaving.”

“I can’t leave. I haven’t gotten paid as yet.”

“I’ll give you the five grand for tonight. Go and grab your stuff, put your clothes on and meet me outside in ten minutes.”

“Uhm, I’m confused.”

“I’ll explain more later.” He squeezed my hand. “Now do as you’re told and go and get your stuff.”

“Okay.” I nodded and sighed. “I guess I can–”

“Peaches.” He placed a finger to my lip. “Be quiet. Go and get your stuff and meet me outside. You now have seven minutes.”

“Okay, by the way, what’s your name?” I changed the subject to hide my irritation.

“I’ll tell you when I meet you outside.” He grinned and I felt his fingers on my stomach tracing a trail around my bellybutton. “I’ll tell you everything when we meet again. Don’t be late. You won’t like it if you’re late.”

***

I hurried away from him, not sure how I was feeling. I was attracted to him. I was excited by him, but his attitude also annoyed me. I had seven minutes? Really? Says who? He wasn’t my boss. I didn’t even know him. A part of me wanted to just tell him thanks, but no thanks, but I didn’t know what I was saying ‘no thanks’ to. I knew that I was about to make the second stupidest mistake of the day. The first had been agreeing to come here to work for Hailey. The second would be going outside to meet the handsome stranger. I felt like I was in a movie as I pulled on my clothes. I wasn’t really sure I was making the right decision, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. I grabbed my bag, put on my glasses and hurried outside.

“You’re late.” He pursed his lips as he stared at me.

“Late for what?” I rolled my eyes, feeling much more comfortable with my clothes on.

“I told you that you had seven minutes.” His eyes never left mine and I started to feel like a naughty school kid.

“So? It’s not like—” I started, but the look he gave me made me pause. “What’s the big deal? I’m here now.”

“Two minutes late.”

“Really dude? You’re going to complain about two minutes?”

“Two minutes is—” He started.

“Get over it.” I interrupted him this time and I could see the surprise in his eyes. “What’s your offer and where’s the money?”

“The money?”

“The five grand?” I said, feeling very much like a gold-digger. It almost made me laugh. I wasn’t sure where the bravado had come from.

“The five grand?” He cocked his head to the side. “You seem to be into the money more than me.”

“More than you?” I laughed out loud. “What are you talking about?”

“Peaches, why did you come outside?” He flicked his fingers in the air and I watched as a limo pulled up to the curb.

“I don’t really know.” I mumbled as I watched a tall muscular man step out from the drivers seat and open the door to the back.

“Thanks,
Tyler. You can wait inside the car.” He nodded at the chauffeur and then looked back at me. “Are you ready to go?”

“Go where?”

“You’re a bit mouthy aren’t you?” He frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You seemed more reserved in the bar.”

“Maybe because I was scared out of my mind.” I made a face. “I don’t normally spend my days in a too small bikini
, being ogled by a bunch of dirty old men.”

“Do you consider me a dirty old man?”

“No.”

“Do you consider me your savior?” He asked with a small smile.

“No.” I laughed at the disappointment on his face. “You didn’t save me from anything. I mean you’re still pretty sketchy. You still asked me to dance for you. And now you asked me to come outside so you can give me money for who knows what.”

“You still came.”

“I want to know what you wanted.” I shrugged.

“And you want your five grand.” He laughed. “Let’s go for a drive.
Tyler will start to get worried.”

“Worried about what?” I frowned and looked him up and down. “From what I can tell you’re old enough to look after yourself.” I took a step forward and looked at his dark hair. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I see a grey hair.”

“It’s not polite to insult your savior, Peaches.”

“You can call me Evie now and like I said before, you’re not my savior.”

“Get in the car, Evie.”

“Hell no.” I took a step back. “I watch Criminal Minds and Law and Order: SVU. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Evie. I don’t have patience for this.” He sighed and I watched a nerve in his throat as he stared at me angrily. I stared at his face. He was even more handsome with my glasses on and in the light. His hair was darker than I’d thought. Almost black and his eyes were a bright blue.

“Then give me my money and we can both peace out.”

“Peace out?” He stared at my face for a few seconds and then started laughing. “You’re different.”

“Different from what?”

“From what I thought.” He stepped closer to me and lifted my glasses off of my face and stared at me for a few seconds before putting them back on the bridge of my nose. “I guess the glasses give you spunk.”

“Nah, the clothes give me my spunk.” I smiled at him, as my body shivered being so close to him.

“Hold on.” He leaned forward and kissed me hard for a second. I felt my body still at the touch of his warm lips against mine. I could still feel their imprint as he walked over to the limo. I watched as he leaned down and whispered something to Tyler. He stepped back and the limo pulled away and he walked back to me. “Okay, where were we?”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head feeling dazed. “Where did your friend go?”

“Home.” He nodded. “He wasn’t happy, but he does what I say.”

“Why wasn’t he happy?”

“Because he doesn’t like to leave me with strange women.”

“What strange women?” I said stupidly. “Me?”

“Yes you. He doesn’t know what plans you have for me.”

“He doesn’t know what plans I have for you?” My jaw dropped. “Say what?”

“Well, it’s not every day that a bachelor gets dropped off at his bachelor party and is then seen leaving early with one of the strippers.” He grinned. “Or maybe it is.”

Chapter Three

“Say what?” My eyes widened as I stared at him and the smirk on his face. “You’re the bachelor?” I swallowed as I stared at him in shock. “As in you’re the guy getting married?”

“Well yes and no.” He laughed and grabbed my hand.

“Don’t touch me.” I pulled my hand away from him, still in shock.

“This is my bachelor party, but I’m not getting married.”

“What?” I looked at him, feeling confused.

“I like to have the parties for fun. See who I can meet.”

“Who you can meet?” I frowned.

“Girls like you.”

“Girls like me?” I repeated. “What does that mean?”

“Girls who are down for some fun and to have a good time.”

“I’m not down for any fun and I’m not having a good time.” I shook my head, feeling slightly let down. Was this something he did often?

“I never force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do.” He stared at me seriously and pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. “I have five grand here for you and you can walk away.” He handed it to me. “Or you can be adventurous and make a lot more.”

“You mean have sex with you for cash?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Then what?”

“You’d have to trust me and wait and see.”

“I don’t know that I trust you.”

“Understandable.” He nodded, his arm still outstretched and the cash a mere inch from my fingers.

“How many times have you done this?” I asked him quietly, wondering why I was still standing there like some sort of fool.

“Once.” He nodded. “I’ve only done this once before.”

“You’ve only had one fake bachelor party before?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’ve had many fake bachelor parties. I’ve only met one other woman at a party that I’ve wanted to come to an arrangement with.”

“And what happened?”

“That’s not important.” He shook his head. “So what do you say?”

“You can’t buy me.” I licked my lips. “Plus I don’t even know what I’m agreeing to.”

“You have to be patient.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Grant.”

“Like President Grant?”

“Like Grant Slate.” He stepped back. “My name is Grant Slate. I’m just a man that wants to get to know you better.”

“Most men that want to get to know me better ask me if they can buy me a drink.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“They don’t offer me five grand a drink.”

“I’ll offer you fifty thousand dollars to spend one week with me.” He paused. “And the drink of your choice.”

“And you’re not expecting sex for fifty grand.”

“If we sleep together, it won’t be because of money.”

“I’m crazy to even be here right now.” I shook my head and looked down at the ground. “This is just crazy. I don’t even know you. You could be a serial killer.”

“I’m not.”

“Like you would say if you were.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I should go.”

“I’m not stopping you.” He took a step towards me and stared at my lips. “You have beautiful eyes, even with the mousy glasses on.”

“My glasses aren’t mousy.” I swallowed as he stepped towards me again.

“No, they themselves aren’t mousy. I should say that you have beautiful eyes, even when you wear glasses that give you a mousy appearance.” He removed my glasses again and leaned down. “Very beautiful and vibrant. When you’re angry, they almost seem to be spitting darts of green fire at me.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t get so close. You don’t want to get burned.” I whispered as his lips came closer to mine.

“I don’t burn.” His blue eyes glittered as his lips met mine again. This time, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him as his lips started a war on mine. I felt his tongue slip inside of my mouth and I capitulated easily, sucking on his tongue and enjoying the warm sensuality that was passing from him to me. It felt easy to surrender when it was with a man like Grant. Even his name was sexy. Grant Slate. Shit, I knew I was in trouble. I’d always been the smart girl. I’d never had casual flings or just fallen head over heels for someone. Yet, there was something about Grant that infiltrated my senses and my brain. When he finally pulled away from me, my body felt like putty and my brain was fuzzy. I held onto his arms to steady myself.

“You can’t just kiss me.” I gasped finally coming back to my senses.

“You didn’t seem too concerned just now.”

“That’s because you, you just, you just...” I sputtered out, not even sure what to say. “I think I need to leave.”

“Do you want to leave?” He ran his fingers through my hair. “Do you really want to leave? Or is a little voice inside telling you that you should leave?”

“Yeah, my common-sense is telling me to get the hell out of dodge.”

“Out of dodge?”

“It’s slang.”

“I know the saying.”

“So why ask me what it means?”

“I wasn’t asking you what it means.”

“You’re difficult.”

“I’m difficult?” He smiled at me. “You’re difficult.”

“I should go.”

“With or without me?”

“I don’t even know what you want with me. So, I’m going to have to say without.” I shrugged and I could see the disappointment in my body reflected in his face. What did he care? He was handsome and obviously rich. He could have any girl he wanted.

“That’s a shame.”

“Why is it a shame?”

“I think we could have a lot of fun.”

“I don’t know what fun you’re talking about Grant Slate.”

“Then why don’t you let me show you Evie Peaches.”

“My name isn’t
Evie Peaches.”

“Would you prefer me to call you Peaches and Cream?”

“Ugh no. That guy was gross.”

“Unlike me, right?”

“You’re not gross.” I said honestly and sighed. In any other circumstance, I’d be quite pleased to have met him. I’d be excited that someone so good looking was into me, but this wasn’t a normal meeting or situation. No guy had ever offered me fifty grand for anything. Shit, no guy had even offered me a twenty. I’d been on dates where the guy had expected me to pay.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“So I guess this is when I should get a cab.” I bit my lower lip.

“Unless you just come home with me.”

“I’m not a prostitute.” I shook my head.

“I already told you—”

“I know, I know. You don’t expect sex.” I nodded. “It just feels off.”

“What feels off?”

“What are you expecting for fifty grand.” I shrugged. “I mean, it could be everything, but sex. It could even mean anal.” I shuddered.

“I think that anal is considered sex.” He laughed. “Unless you disagree with that.”

“I’ve never had it.” I made a face.

“You don’t know what you’re missing.” He grinned.

“A whole bunch of pain is all I’m missing.”

“Come back to my place tonight, finish the dance and tomorrow morning, I’ll tell you what I want for the fifty grand.”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head, though a little voice in my head was screaming at me. What do you have to lose, Evie? What’s a dance? Isn’t this the excitement you’ve always been craving?

“Just for one night.” He smiled. “You can leave in the morning. I can call
Tyler and he’ll pick us up. You can trust me. And you can trust Tyler. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I don’t know you or
Tyler from Adam.”

“
Tyler is my driver and he’s an ex cop.”

“So?” I shook my head. “That means nothing to me.
Tyler could be the ex-head of the CIA for all I know.”

“He was never in the CIA.” He shook his head.

“Why do you care so much if I come?”

“I just want to get to spend the night with you. I don’t care what we do. We can do as much as you want or as little as you want.”

“What will you be wearing when I dance?” I bit my lower lip. “I’m not doing a naked lap dance.”

“We can wear what we’re wearing now, if that makes you more comfortable.”

“I just don’t understand why you want me to come.”

“I don’t understand many things. Doesn’t mean I don’t do them.”

“Okay.” I took a deep breath. “You can call Tyler. I’ll come over. One dance. And we can watch a movie or something. And then I leave.”

“That sounds like a plan.” He pulled out his phone. “You won’t regret it.”

***

“Why did I do this?” I muttered to myself as I stood in the bathroom in Grant’s bedroom. “Why did I agree to come with him?” I sighed as I pulled out my phone again. There was absolutely no signal in his house. I didn’t even really know where we were. Tyler had appeared ten seconds after Grant had pulled out his phone and I’d been ushered into the back of the limo before I even knew what was happening.

“You okay?” I heard a knocking on the door and I froze still.

“Yeah, coming.” I called back and flushed the empty toilet. What had I been thinking?

“Hey.” Grant nodded at me from the edge of the bed where he sat.

“Hey.” I nodded at him and fiddled with my glasses.

“You can take your glasses off.” He nodded at me as I walked towards him.

“I won’t be able to see if I take them off.” I shook my head.

“That seemed to help loosen you up in the club.”

“I don’t need to loosen up.”

“Okay.” He shrugged and lay back on the bed. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Ready for what?” I stood still as I looked around the room. It was less masculine than I thought it would be with the white bed sheet and cream walls. All the decorations seemed softer than I’d imagined someone like Grant Slate being into. His house was also huge. When we’d driven up the driveway I’d been shocked at how big it was. When Tyler had opened the door for us and then disappeared, I’d been scared. Now, I was unsure and just a little excited. Fear was an aphrodisiac I’d never known existed.

“My dance.” I watched as he loosened his tie.

“On the bed?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“It’s hard to dance on the bed.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

“You have a nice house.”

“You didn’t come to talk about the house.”

“What do you want me to do for fifty grand?” I spat out and shivered as I walked towards the bed. Grant was lying there with the top two buttons of his shirt undone and a glossy look in his eyes.

“You can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” I stopped. “What if I don’t want to do anything?”

“Then you don’t have to.” He sat up slightly and waved me forward. “Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know.” I sighed, embarrassed that I was slightly turned on by him. I didn’t even know him. He was a stranger, yet, my body was craving his touch.

“Too many people worry about what a society that they don’t know will think of them before they do anything. Why are you arguing with your body? Why are you distrusting your base instincts?”

“You don’t know what my body is thinking.”

“I knew the moment you sat on my lap. I knew the second you agreed to come to my home.” He stepped off of the bed and walked towards me, his fingers deftly undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. “I knew the moment you popped out of the cake.”

“What did you know?”

“I knew that I wanted you.” He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the ground. I stared at his chest in amazement. It was as perfectly sculpted as
I’d expected it to be, but the scar running down the side of his chest surprised me.

“Where did you get that?” I pointed at the scar and he ignored me. Instead of answering me he turned away and walked to his closet. I watched as he pulled out a thick silver chain.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he wrapped the chain around his chest and arm.

“I like the feeling of the metal against my skin. It reminds me of my strength.” He turned towards me as he pulled the metal along his body.

His muscles bulged with the strength of a hundred men as he gazed at me with soulless eyes. I swallowed as I stared at the thick steel chains slithering across his skin like a snake. There was something so sensual in the movement and I couldn't move my eyes away from his chest.

“What are you going to do?” I whispered as he moved towards me like a panther tracking down its prey.

“Whatever you want me to do.”

“What if I don't want you to do anything?”

“Then we might have a problem.”

“Then we might have a problem.” I repeated as he stopped in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued moving the chain across his skin.