~*SYNOPSIS*~
A gorgeous, obsessive, billionaire alpha.
A curvy, sassy bombshell from the wrong side of the tracks.
Both virgins...
When Becs and Bray make an arrangement, they have no idea
what it will lead to - sexual desires and lust that cannot be contained.
Will Bray let chaos rule his perfect world?
Will Becs let love into her cold heart?
Will Kindles ignite from the sexual heat? There's only one
way to find out...
Warning: Flaming Kindles may cause serious injuries. Please
read responsibly.
~*CHAPTER 1*~
*Becs*
Rage bubbles inside me as I look
at the imposing double doors of his office. They reach all the way to the high
ceiling, and look like you’d have to use all your weight to push them open. On
the other side is an arrogant asshole. If you push the doors open he is
probably sitting behind a giant desk, or maybe on a throne like a king. I guess
he’s king of this building. Mr. Vanilla, as I like to call him just to piss him
off, owns the place. I work in the coffee shop downstairs in the building’s
lobby. Well, I did until about fifteen minutes ago. I know he’s the reason for
my quick termination today, and I’m here to give him a piece of my mind.
No way am I going back to the
shelter. The coffee shop job barely afforded me enough money for the
pay-by-the-week motel my older brother and I are staying at. We've been there
for the past few months, but anything beat staying at the shelter. One week
without a job, and it will force us back there. That’s not something I can
handle.
“Is that asshole boss of yours
in there?” I snap at the woman sitting at the desk in front of the double
doors.
Jerking her head up, she looks
at me in shock, but her face quickly turns to disgust. Of course he has a
perfect-looking assistant sitting outside his office. Sun-streaked blonde hair
pulled back into a tight bun, crystal-blue eyes with thin black-framed glasses,
and a low-cut top. Very low cut. She looks like she could do the whole sexy
librarian turned seductress thing at any moment. Maybe that’s what she does.
I can tell from the scrunch of
her nose she finds me repulsive. I’m her polar opposite in every way. We might
both have blonde hair but it clearly ends there. My blonde is a brighter shade
than hers, but mine is also streaked with pink and purple. The dye makes my
eyes appear more purple than they really are. I can see her long legs under the
desk, and shoes that probably cost what I make in three months. If she stands
up, I’m sure she’lltower over my five three height. My black military-style
lace-up boots give me no extra help in that department. She’s thin and I can
tell she puts time into maintaining herself. Total opposites.
“I’m going to have to ask you to
leave,” she squeaks at me in a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
She reaches for her desk phone, I’m sure to call security, because I am after
all half naked. I’m dressed only in a bra, black pants and my boots. No way was
I letting that dipshit downstairs take fifty dollars out of my last check for
my uniform, and I have no plans of ever seeing his face again. He had the
balls, after firing me, to suggest I drop to my knees and he’d pay for other
services if I needed the money so bad. When I started to unbutton my top the
little fucker thought he was getting what he wanted. All he got was my shirt
and apron thrown at him. Well, and a black eye. I can still feel the sting on
my knuckles from the punch. Oh, yeah, his eye is going to be a nice black and
purple come morning. Growing up in foster care, I learned how to throw a mean
punch.
Seeing that my time has now
become limited, I walk past her and push open both doors.
“Cindy I told you—” his words
cut off when he looks up and sees me. Jaw clenching, nose flaring as he takes
in my attire, or lack thereof. Today, like every day, he’s wearing a
three-piece suit, which is the same grey as his eyes. He’s always so neatly put
together. Even his stupid handsome face is all straight, perfect lines. Every
time he came into the coffee shop I wanted to mess him up. I always want to run
my fingers through his hair and give him that freshly fucked look. I thought
about rubbing my lips across his neck, leaving a smudge of my lip gloss there
so he didn’t look so perfect. The first time he came in, he gave me a half
smile and ordered a plain black coffee. No cream or sugar. Not even a flavor.
Seems that’s how he likes everything. Every day he would come in and get his
coffee and engage me in a little bit of conversation. I looked forward to
seeing him. He was different than the other suits. Most either treated me like
I could be a quick fuck for them, or gave me a look of distaste.
Then one day he came in with a
woman. I had my back to him, but I could hear them talking. Taking a quick glance over my shoulder, I
could see the woman with him was beautiful. She was elegant in a way I can
never imagine being. She said to him, “She looks out of place. I’m shocked they
let her work here looking like that.” His only response was “I’m sure she would
clean up nice if she actually tried.” It had been a long time since I’d been
hurt by someone’s words and it pissed me off. So, that day, the games began.
Gone were my sweet smiles and my excitement at seeing him. I know I look
different. I like my pink and purple hair, my loud nail polish, and lip gloss.
It’s me. I stopped trying to fit into other people’s molds when I left the
foster system. I didn’t have to pretend to be anyone but me.
I tried to make his life hell
whenever he came into the shop after that. Maybe if I was a big enough bitch he
would stop coming. I am pissed that I let myself believe that he liked me.
Glancing around his office, it’s
all so cold—glass and chrome. It makes goosebumps break out on my exposed skin.
Everything in his office is perfectly in its place, just like him. I keep
looking around, not wanting to meet his eyes yet.
“Well, Bray, I didn’t know you
hired entertainment for the meeting,” says the man sitting across from Mr.
Vanilla aka Bray. He never gave me his first name, but I kind of like it. Only
after he pissed me off, and I started calling him Mr. Vanilla, did he tell me
who he was. They’d poked fun at the way I looked, and I know it was childish of
me, but I wanted to do the same to him. So when he asked me why I called him
that, I told him “Because you couldn’t be more plain and boring if you tried.”
That’s when he informed me he was Mr. Spencer. When I didn’t respond, he added,
“Mr. Spencer as in Spencer Holding, the man who owns this whole goddamn
building.” This still got nothing more from me than an eye roll. Like I gave a
shit.
I look over at the other man,
and he looks just as put together as Bray. That guy seems more laid back, with
a smile playing at his lips. He’s attractive, but not as handsome as Bray. I’m
starting to think no one is.
“I can be some entertainment for
the right price, if that’s what you’re looking for. It turns out I’m in the
market for a new job,” I say, shooting Mr. Vanilla a hard look before turning
back to the other man and winking.
“Is that right? I’d be more than
willing to help out a woman in need,” he says as he adjusts himself. I’m not a
promiscuous girl. In fact, I’m a virgin. But I know how to use my body to get
what I want. A little flirting can go a long way to getting things when you
need them. I’m not holding on to my virginity, I just never had a reason or
desire to give it up. I don’t think I ever felt attraction until I met Bray.
Then he reminded me he’s just like the rest.
Glancing back over at Bray, I
can see his mouth has fallen open in shock. When his eyes lock with mine his
anger shines through. That’s a first. This might be the most emotion I’ve ever
seen from him. I want to push it. I want him as mad as I am. He comes into my
job and gets me fired. Well, I’ll come into his office and cause havoc. Maybe
even mess up a business deal.
As I make my way towards the
other man, I run my finger along one of the shelves that line the wall. One by
one I start pushing things off the shelf with a soft shove. The trinkets hit
the marble floor, their crashes ringing out in the room. Things break but I
don’t skip a beat.
A loud female gasp behind me
lets me know that Cindy is back.
“Security is on their way, Mr.
Spencer,” she squeaks in that same voice as before. How he deals with that
every day is a wonder. He doesn’t acknowledge her, he just keeps staring at me
while I continue my assault on his shelves. When I reach the end, I turn and
make my way over to the other man, stopping when I’m standing between his legs.
I make my intentions known by
raising my eyebrows and looking down at him in his seat. When he pats his lap I
straddle him.
“Want a taste?” I ask huskily.
“You know, before you buy it.”
I glance back over at Bray who
is now white-knuckling his glass desk. He looks to be gripping it so hard it
could actually shatter under his grasp. Turning back to the guy I’m sitting on,
I lean in to kiss him. I feel his breath hit my lips, but before he makes
contact, I’m in the air. I feel myself fly off his lap and land behind Bray,
who now faces his friend. I can tell he’s enraged without having to see his
face. His fists are clenched at his sidesand I can see him taking long hard
breaths as if he just ran a marathon.
“Out, Smith,” he growls.
“It’s like that?” Smith asks.
“Yeah, it’s like that. I’ve
known you a long time, and I really don’t want to come to blows with you.”
“I know. That’s what so
intriguing about this. You’re jealous over a woman?”
Did he just say jealous? Yeah,
right. So jealous he got me fired from my job so he didn’t have to see my face
anymore.
“All right, I’ll see you at the
charity event next month. You’rebringing Chelsea with you, right?”
I hate the shot of jealousy that
pierces me when I hear he has a date with another woman.
“Probably. I always do. I’ll see
you then.”
I hear Smith exit the room but
can’t see him with Bray blocking my view. Scooting out from behind him, I move
to get away from him a little bit. A jolt of desire fizzed through my body when
he grabbed me. I didn’t think he wanted me, but now I’m not so sure. Is he
pissed that I’m causing chaos in his office? Or is he pissed I straddled his
friend?
“She’s the one, right there. Get
her. Call the cops. I’m sure Mr. Spencer wants her arrested. Look what she did
to his office!” Cindy cries out like she can’t fathom what has just happened.
Two hulking men make their way
towards me and I stumble back, almost slipping over one of the ornaments I
knocked off the shelf. That would have been some insta-karma right there.
“Do. Not. Touch. Her,” Bray
growls again. Now that I think about it, everything he’s said since I came into
his office has been a growl—so different from his normally calm,
self-controlled voice.
Both guards halt in their
tracks. For once, I’m actually thankful for Bray’s presence. I don’t want two
giant men manhandling me.
“Yeah, Hulk One and Hulk Two.
Touch me and you won’t be able to piss for a fucking week,” I taunt.
“Cindy, I don’t recall asking
you to call security.” Bray says in his usual controlled voice. He slips off
his suit jacket and vest, and lays them over the back of one of the chairs.
Then he starts unbuttoning his shirt. What the fuck?
“Sir, she barged in here and
destroyed your office,” she trills.
“God, how do you listen to that
voice every day? Are you a masochist or something? She must give grade-A head,”
I wonder, while looking down to make sure my boobs haven’t popped out of my
bra. Thank God I wore my nice one today.
“You, shut your mouth,” he barks
at me. He flings his shirt in my direction and I catch it. Then he turns
around. “And you,” he says pointing at Cindy. “Call the cleaning service, and
then you can go home for the day.”
“But, sir, we still—”
“Enough! I gave you your
instructions, Cindy. You’re dismissed.” Cindy shoots me a death glare but I
just smirk. Dropping Bray’s shirt on the floor, I make my way over to his desk
and flop down in his chair. I put my feet up on the glass, but not before I
knock his computer mouse to the floor with my foot.
Cindy huffs and stomps out of
the room. Both security men just stare at my tits.
“Like what you see, boys? It
just so happens I’m looking—”
“Out!” Bray yells, making us all jump a little. I can see the veins
in his neck strain. Bray isn’t a giant like Hulk One and Hulk Two—he’s leaner
with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—but those guys seem to be intimidated
by him. It’s hard to see all of his body as he’s still wearing his tight white
undershirt, but I can just about make out his shape. The shirt clings to his
trim body like a second skin and I feel a little drool on my lip.
“Jesus, don’t you have any
manners at all, Mr. Vanilla? You could
ask nicely and I would leave— maybe,” I say breezily, but make no move to get
up. I’m not leaving. I’m not done with him yet. He still owes me a job and I’m
starting to really think he’s jealous. Why not just let security take me? This
is something I can use.
“Not you. You keep your little
ass in that chair.” Well, shit. It’s not as fun sitting in his chair if he
wants me here. I sat here to further piss him off.
“You two, I want you out. Don’t
ever touch her. Got it?”
“Yes, sir, we apologize,” they
say in unison before turning and leaving the room. I can’t help but roll my
eyes. Mr. Spencer barks an order and everyone follows. Probably how I lost my
job. He went down there told them he wanted me gone and, bam, I’m gone.
“Well, now look what you did.
You just ran off two more potential customers. You’re just costing me all kinds
of money today, and it’s starting to really chap my ass.”
“Are you saying you’re a hooker,
Rebecca?”
The use of my name throws me
off. No one has called me Rebecca in forever. I hate that name.
“Well, desperate times call for
desperate measures, not that you’d know anything about that, but I sure as hell
don’t want to go back to the shelter. My brother and I have to make rent and
he’s out of work right now.” I inwardly groan. Why did I tell him that? And why
am I embarrassed about it? I don’t do embarrassed.
I see sympathy flash across his
eyes.
“Don’t,” I put my hand up before
he can turn this into a pity party. Of course, I wasn’t going to sleep with
those men, but when I saw the emotion he showed when I first joked about it, I
couldn’t help myself. I had to poke the bear a little. “I don’t need your pity.
I know how to get by on my own, and I’ve been doing it for years. What I really
didn’t need though, is you getting me fired. I liked that job.” Okay, that’s a
lie. I hated that job, but it’s the nicest job I’ve ever had.
“I didn’t get you fired.”
“Bullshit,” I retort. He had
something to do with it. “But what you’re going to do is get me another job, or
I’ll keep making your life difficult. As you can see, I’ve got the time to
invest in doing it.” He has to have something for me to do around here. He owns
a freaking building, for God’s sake. Who knows what else he owns.
“How old are you?” he asks.
“Twenty-three.”
He shoots me a look that tells
me he knows I’m full of shit. “Old enough,” I finally say.
“Do you really whore yourself
out?” he asks, making his way over to me. I’m shocked when he easily lifts me
from his chair, sitting me on his desk and sliding himself between my legs.
“Why? You looking?” I ask. Why
would he need a hooker? A couple of the girls from the shelter make easy money
selling themselves. I’ve never been that desperate, but I understand why they
do it. I don’t judge them for it. My life hasn’t been as rough as some of the
other girls’. I lucked out. Might be shitty luck but it’s still luck. I bet
women fall all over him, so I don’t understand why he would need to pay to get
laid. Whoever this Chelsea is, I’m sure she’d give him some. “No. Honestly,
I’ve never whored myself out, but maybe if the price was right. Maybe if I was
desperate enough.” Pausing, I look up into his eyes. He presses against me, and
I can feel his cock is hard. “Does it make you hard thinking you could buy me? What
do you think virginity goes for these days? Maybe I’m in the market to sell
after all.”
~*REVIEW BY JODIE RAE*~
Let
me start off by saying this book is highly addicting because once you
start reading it you won't be able to put it down! As soon as I started
to read this book I was hooked! I have stated this so many times, I love
when the female character is a virgin. But in this book, the male is a
virgin. I loved how well these characters were able to find their sexual
appetite and express it with each other. This book was made for me to
drool over! The book is full of sexy scenes that had me turning up the
AC!
Becs
struggles through life. She was tossed around a lot in the foster care
system and now she is old enough she is able to live by herself. Becs
just wants to find a place in life where she feels comfortable to be her
unique self. Bray, is sexy billionaire alpha that has a damaged past,
who has turned into someone obsessed with control and having power.
Bray believes that he does not deserve any happiness or love. Becs
believes that she has nothing in common with Bray and the key factor
they have in common is: they are both virgins.
Since
Bray has been adamant about having his control, he has decided that he
doesn't need someone in his life. It would ruin the control he has. I
loved how Becs was able to have an affect on Bray and have him give up
some control and to let her in into his life. There are so many twists
and turns in this story that will keep you entertained and sexy senses
that will be make you squirm around in your seat!
If
you love a good sexy read, a little angst, virgins, and Alexa Riley, then you
will love this story of Becs and Bray! Check this book out now... you
won't be disappointed!
~*ABOUT THE AUTHOR*~
I’m Alexa Riley! Mom, wife, and business woman by
day and smut writer by night. I specialize in the Dirty Date Night reading. I
wrote my first book, Owning Her Innocence, because well, I just couldn’t find
any daddy books to my liking. So I sat down and just started writing, bringing
the fantasies I find myself often dancing to in the dark of night to life, one
page at a time.
Alexa Riley is my alter ego. I can’t let the other
soccer moms know what I’m up to or the guys at work for that matter. Little do
they know that they’ve got nothing on my dirty talk.
I’m here to give you a quick fix of filthy dirty
smut. Got a few hours to kill? Then I’m what you’re looking for.
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