by J. S. Cooper
Playing With Fire
J. S. Cooper
Contents
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About Playing With Fire
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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About Playing With Fire
It was only meant to be one night. I wasn't meant to meet a handsome alpha billionaire like Grant Slate.
I wasn't meant to work the bachelor party. I wasn't even a dancer, but I couldn't tell my best friend no. She said I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. And there was no way I was going to be giving any private dancers.
But when a man like Grant Slate asks you for a dance, you can't really say no. He's cocky, arrogant, dark, but he's also the most gorgeous charismatic man I've ever met. I didn't know the dance would lead to him whisking me off to his private mansion. He wanted one night of passion and I couldn't resist. I figured that one night was just one night.
Only I had no idea what I was getting herself into. Grant Slate was not the man he'd appeared to be at the club. He wanted more from me than one night of passion. He wanted more from me than I could have ever imagined. Who could have known that one night would lead me into the depths of fire?
Playing with Fire
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2018 by J. S. Cooper
Copyright © 2014 by Helen Cooper (Originally published as Alpha Billionaire)
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Prologue
I never thought I would meet someone like Grant Slate. He’s the sort of guy that you daydream about when you’re in bed and left alone to your fantasies. He’s the sort of guy that can get you to do things you never thought you would do. And when I say never, I mean never. When Grant Slate came into my life, I was ready for some excitement. I was ready to spice things up. Only I didn’t expect for everything to turn out like this. You see Grant Slate had secrets. And desires. And expectations. Expectations that I wasn’t prepared for. Yet, I was willing to see where it all lead me. And oh boy, that was mistake number one.
1
Life never gives you a warning. It never runs up to you and slaps you in the face and says, “hey today is going to be a crazy day, or a good day, or a bad day, or the day that changes your life.” Nope, no warning has ever come my way before and even though I don’t know if I would have listened if it would have come, I’d like to think that on that day, the day that started the beginning of my rollercoaster ride, I would have listened.
“I want to make you an offer.” Hailey giggled and sat down on the side of my bed, her face innocent and excited as she gave me a winning smile. She has been my friend and roommate for years now and so feels comfortable interrupting me without knocking on the door.
“Oh no.” I groaned as I shook my head. “Not another one of your offers.” I already knew that none of her offers ever worked out well for me.
“Come on, Evie.” She made a face and wrinkled her nose in that way she does when she really wants to get her own way. I know it works well on men, but I was determined that it was not going to work on me. “Just say yes.”
“I’m not saying yes until you tell me what the offer involves.” I put my book down on the mattress and raised an eyebrow at her. I knew that it was going to be something big the way she was being so evasive.
“It’s nothing big.” She said as if she could read my mind and I laughed slightly.
“Hailey, just tell me.” I looked into her big green eyes with a stern face. “I’m not agreeing to any favors until I know what you want.”
“So,” she paused. “Josh just called me and asked me on a date.” She grinned.
“Okay?” I responded, trying not to feel sorry for myself. Josh was a hot guy we’d both met a couple of weeks before at a bar. I’d actually thought that maybe he’d liked me when we’d all met, but I should have known better.
“And well it’s Saturday night and I feel like I should go out with him and see what happens. Saturday’s are for dates, you know?”
“Way to make me feel like a loser.” I rolled my eyes at her. I hadn’t had a date in a while.
“Oops.” She giggled again. “Sorry, Evie.” She certainly didn’t sound very sorry to me, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want her to start giving me advice on what she thought I needed to do to get a man. I knew she thought I was too uptight and maybe she was right. I’d never done anything crazy before. Never had a one-night stand. Never really experimented much. It wasn’t that I’d never thought about it, but I was too introverted and in my head to just let myself go.
“Uh huh. So what do you want?” I said, fast losing patience and wanting to get back to my romance book.
“I’m meant to work tonight,” she began, and I groaned, already knowing what was coming.
“Do you want me to go meet up with Josh and tell him to wait?” I gave her an impish smile, knowing full well she didn’t want me to go and meet up with Mr. hot baseball player Josh.
“No,” She bit her lower lip and gave me a winning smile. “I want you to go to work for me.”
“No way.” I shook my head. “There is no way.” I almost burst out laughing. If I could barely flirt with a hot guy in a bar, there was no way that I was going to be able to dance up on men I didn’t even think were hot.
“Please?” She grabbed my hands and gave me a doleful gaze. “I’ll love you forever.”
“No, Hailey.” I pushed her hands away and jumped off the bed. “There is no way I’m going to work for you tonight.” I shook my head again vehemently. “No way.” I stared at Hailey and I felt all nervous just thinking about her job. And having to do the things I knew she did; even if she didn’t always admit it.
“It’s a bachelor party, so it will be a lot tamer than some of the events that I do.” She jumped up and walked towards me, her green eyes pleading. “Plus, there will be two other girls and they will do any special request stuff.”
“No way, Jose.” I wanted to ask her what the special request stuff was that she was talking about, but I didn’t really want to know. Well I did what to know, but I didn’t want her to think I was asking because I was considering her request.
“You won’t even have to do much.” She gave me her pouty face. “Just some flirting. Please, Evie.”
“Yeah right. What’s not much?”
“Maybe a lap dance or two.” She shrugged. “That’s it.”
“A lap dance or two? Hell no!”
“Please, Evie. I really need this date. I’ve been fe
eling so blah lately. Plus, Starr and Crystal are cool. They won’t try to pressure you.”
“You know I can’t do...”
“You’ll make five grand,” she interrupted with, and my jaw dropped.
“What?” My eyes bulged open and I swallowed hard. Five grand would pay a lot of bills. “Five grand?”
“Yeah, some rich guy is getting married.” She shrugged as if that were normal. “Minimum for the night is five grand.”
“I get to keep all of it?” I asked her, eyes narrowed.
“Yup.” She grinned at me, knowing that the money was making me reconsider, as she knew it would. “Trust me, it won’t be so bad. Some of these guys don’t even need you to strip. They’re so worried their fiancées will find out. They just want a quick dance.”
“So all I have to do is dance?” I frowned, considering it. Would it really be so bad?
“Yup.” She grinned. “You can just dance around the room. Let the other girls do the lap dances and stuff and you can stay in the background.”
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “You know I have an interview on Monday. I should be getting ready for that.” Though I knew that tonight had been dedicated to finishing my book, not prepping for the interview.
“It’s one night.” Hailey looked away. “And what happens if you don’t get the job on Monday?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed and ran my hands through my shoulder-length brown hair. “If I don’t get the job, I’m screwed.” I had two hundred dollars in my bank account and that wasn’t going to get me far. I’d lost my last job six months ago and had been having a hard time finding something new. I’d hoped that I’d make enough money as a freelance journalist, but it just wasn’t happening.
“You know I can cover rent.” Hailey rubbed my shoulder. “But I can’t cover your credit card or student loan bills.”
“I know,” I gave her a smile. “Even rent is great. I’m lucky to have a friend like you.”
“And there are going to be some rich bankers there. Bankers might be able to help you with your story.” She knew that I’d been working on an article for the last couple of months and that I’d been having a hard time finding sources.
“You think so?” I looked at her in disbelief.
“I think so.” She nodded. “Guys will say and agree to anything when they’re drunk and horny.”
“Hailey.” I groaned as I closed my eyes.
“Remember you just said you’re lucky to have me as a friend.”
“I am lucky.” I sighed.
“So lucky you’ll do me this favor?” She smiled and I nodded reluctantly. She squealed then and grabbed me around the waist. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she sputtered out excitedly.
“I hope this isn’t a mistake.” I said already regretting my decision, but the thought of making five grand in one night was pushing all of my inhibitions away. I mean how bad could it be?
“Trust me, it’ll be fine. The guys will love you.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want a bunch of men trying to touch me.”
“They won’t.” Hailey shook her head. “They know that’s against the rules. Unless you agree to it. And that’s extra anyway.”
“Okay.” I sighed and looked in the mirror. I stared at my reflection and wondered what I was getting myself into. My green eyes stared back at me with a slightly stunned expression. I had no idea why I was agreeing to this. Well, that’s not true. I was doing it for five grand. I was doing this in the name of research. I was this close to being sent to collections. If I didn’t get some money soon, my credit would be shot and I’d have a much harder time finding a job as an investigative reporter. What reporters in the finance world had bad credit?
“What should I wear?” I looked down at my shorts and t-shirt and groaned as I pictured myself wearing considerably less than I was right now. I didn’t even want to think about it.
“Hold on.” Hailey ran out of the room. “Crystal sent me a text; there was a request from the guys.”
“You take requests?” I frowned. If she came back and told me pasties, I was out.
“The tips will be good.” Hailey called back to me. “Hold on, let me check.” She walked back into the bedroom and dropped down on the bed next to me and checked her phone. “Okay,” she paused and gave me a look. “I’m not sure if I should tell you.”
“Hailey,” I muttered, “tell me.”
“They want everyone in a bikini.”
“Bikini? Where is this party, at the beach?” I said rolling my eyes, but I sighed in relief. I didn’t really want to wear a bikini, but at least there was some coverage there. Not much, but some.
“Do you hope it’s going to be at the beach?” Hailey grinned. “Would that make you feel better?”
“No and no.” I sighed. “Where is it?”
“Some exclusive club in the city. I think the lower east side.”
“Fine.” I shook my head at her. “Are you giving me money for a cab?”
“You’re going to make five grand, Evie.”
“After the party. I’m not taking a train down. That’s like 3 changes.” I bit my lower lip. “I need to borrow forty dollars for a cab.”
“Borrow?” She tilted her head and looked at me. “You’re going to pay me back?”
“If I make five grand tonight, then hell yeah, I’ll pay you back!” I said, and we both laughed.
“Fine.” She said finally as she handed me sixty dollars. “Have a good night.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be fantastic.” I rolled my eyes. “Something I’ll tell my grandkids about.”
“You never know.” She grinned.
“Trust me, I know. This is not going to be a night I will ever want to remember.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that.” She winked at me. “You never know who you might meet.”
“That’s the problem I said. I’ve a good idea that none of these guys are going to be ones I’d ever hope to meet.” And with that I shooed her out of the room, so I could go and have a shower and shave all the parts that would be out in the open later that evening.
2
“How do I always get myself into these situations?” I mumbled to myself and groaned. I looked around the room and tried not to stare at the top half naked women in front of me. Both of them had been friendly enough when I’d arrived in Hailey’s place, but maybe that was because they’d been so busy applying makeup to faces that already seemed heavily made up.
“Sorry, what did you say?” Starr grinned at me, glitter all over her face and body.
“Nothing.” I shook my head. “I was just wondering what outfits we’ll be wearing?”
“Outfits?” Starr gave me a crazy look. “What outfits?”
“I thought we’d be wearing outfits tonight…” My voice trailed off. Oh my God, I was going to kill Hailey. Was she lying about the bikinis? “Like bikinis? I didn’t think I’d be naked?”
“Don’t worry, honey.” Starr laughed as she adjusted her blonde wig. “Hailey told me you’d be taking over for her tonight and you might not be down with going naked. You can wear a bikini and pop out of the cake.”
“Pop out of the cake?” I frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means you’ll jump out of the cake and do a little dance.” The other girl, Crystal, spoke up as she joined the conversation. “Unless you’d rather give lap dances?”
“Um, the cake sounds fine.” I said weakly. “I’ll still get five grand?”
“Yeah.” Starr nodded. “Though you could make more if you did the lap dances.”
“Oh?” I wondered how much more.
“I’m thinking I’m going to get about 25k tonight.” She grinned. “These rich guys pay well for some booty shaking.” She swung her booty all the way to the floor and starting doing a grind that made me blush. No way I was going to be doing that. I didn’t actually even think it was possible for my body to make those moves, if I
was honest.
“But you have to be naked when you do the dance?” I asked, trying to avoid staring directly at her jiggling breasts.
“You don’t have to be.” She shook her head. “But these rich guys, that’s what they want. They want it as freaky as it can be. Shit, I’m willing to be freaky for 25k. I mean the dance starts off with clothes, that’s part of the tease.”
“How freaky?” I asked, as my heart stopped. Was I going to be witnessing sex or something? I mean, I knew I had to see a seedier side of life as a reporter, but I wasn’t sure this was how I wanted it to start. And I didn’t want any of the men thinking I was willing to give them a blow job or anything else for some extra dollars.
“Don’t worry, girl.” Crystal shook her head. “We’re classy girls.” She pasted two silver stars on her nipples as she spoke and I tried not to laugh. “We don’t fuck ‘em or give them blow jobs. We just dance.”
“Yeah, we’re not hoes.” Starr pouted her lips and applied some bright red lipstick, before grabbing a huge vibrating dildo from a bag. I didn’t even want to know what she was going to do with that. I wondered if it was too late to run out and change my mind.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest that—” I started, but I stopped when Starr started laughing.
“Girl, it’s not serious, trust me. We’ve been called far worse.” She handed me a bikini. “Put this on. Mark’s going to wheel the cake in soon. You’ll stay in there until you hear a bang. Then just pop out. Once you pop out, you can do a little dance and then just come back in here and wait for us.”