The Hotel 2 (The Billionaire Seduction)(17)

"Sorry if I offended your delicate sensibilities," I say, smiling. We're  at an underground bare-knuckles fight. Fuck is hardly the most  offensive thing she's been exposed to tonight.

"Not at all," she says. "I like a man who talks dirty." She takes a sip from the bottle, tipping it toward me. "Want some?"

I don't think she just means the beer.

Over her shoulder, behind her in the crowd, I see a guy in a  decent-looking grey suit. He's standing with a few other people but his  attention is clearly fixed on her, watching. I tilt the bottle back  toward her with my index finger. "Who are you here with?"

"No one special," she says, taking a step toward me. "Unless you want some company."

Women. They smell good, they look good, they taste good, but they can be so bad for you.

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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Acknowledgements:




Thank you to all the readers and bloggers for supporting me and  spreading the word about The Hotel. YOU ARE AMAZING and I heart you all.  So. Much.

To Heather at Obsessed With Myshelf, thank you for your unwavering  support and your love for Dom. The term clit bait should now and forever  be added to the dictionary in my opinion. LOL Thank you for introducing  me to all things Jamie and for keeping me satisfied with gifs and pics  when I'm too busy writing to buddy read. So glad I popped the question.  Or was it you? *winks*

A huge thank you to my Twitter Towel Tuesday bunch: Book Slut Goddess,  Lila, Roxy, Rose, Karen, SJ (Jess) and Diana and so many more who join  in the fun. Thanks for keeping things filthy. Xo