The Billionaires Club ~ Books 1-3: SOLD AUCTION OWNED (Dark Erotica Ganged) by Zayne Q

Author:Zayne, Q. [Zayne, Q.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: The Billionaires Club vol 1
Publisher: Hughes Empire
Published: 2016-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

The End

Stay tuned for the next show at The Billionaires Club: OWNED — Bare Show

Minx submits to ex-cons!

OWNED

OWNED

Bare Show

Minx Submits to Ex Cons

By Q. Zayne

For T

And you readers! SOLD, the 1st episode, hit #56 in Amazon’s Top 100 Erotica!

A Dazzling Stranger

It was over. I ran out of the night club and down the sidewalk. I slipped in a puddle in my high dancing heels and pinwheeled my arms to keep from falling. A guy holding a newspaper over his head against the downpour elbowed past and knocked me against the wall. The rain soaked my red mini dress and plastered my gold hair down my back. Blinded by tears, I groped along the wall, feeling for a doorway to duck into. Pedestrians rushing on their lunch hour almost knocked me over.

My shift wasn’t over. I never left work before my shift was over. But Frank fired me. I couldn’t believe it.

My hand gripped something soft and dry; it felt like cashmere. I couldn’t stop in time. I collided with a tall, broad-shouldered man. He reached out and steadied me, with the same care he might use to keep a priceless vase from falling over. A gentleman’s touch, not a creep’s. I’d had a lot of practice telling the difference.

“Here, share my umbrella. My name is Gabe.” He gave me his arm and led me into the shelter of a hotel’s awning.

I lowered my face, watching my red patent leather shoes splash along the pavement. Shop lights and the sky reflected from the water. Rain water sluiced down my long, smooth leg over a constellation of small moles by my knee. I tugged at my skirt, it clung tighter and rode up more from being so wet, almost exposing the cheeks of my ass and my thong.

“I’m Minx.” I’d been using my dancing name so long it came out. Ordinarily, I’d still be on duty, still be Minx. My other name was for college and official papers. This stretch of sidewalk so near the nightclub where I’d been dancing for more than a year was Minx’s world.

“A pleasure to meet you, Minx.” He had a low, warm voice and his gaze warmed me, too.

The man handed me a clean handkerchief from inside his fine black suit jacket. I stared at it. I hadn’t known a man to carry a handkerchief since Dad. He was dead. That’s how I’d ended up an erotic dancer. I cried harder, embarrassed to be losing it in front of the handsome stranger. The man had a strong, masculine face, glints of silver in his hair — and even covered in a coat, his physique was impressive.

“Take your time. I noticed you came out of the club. I was about to go in there.” He gave me a smile. “This is better. Let’s talk here. Are you all right?” His brows furrowed and he looked right into me with bright eyes.

He looked far too well-off and refined to be seeking converts, so I figured there was no harm in talking.

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