Free Under His Control (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Alexa Davis Page A

“Don’t you have anything I can wear that will be
more appropriate?”
    “Here, they still have the tag on them; never been worn.”   Alyssa tossed me what looked like a
headband, but turned out to be a black lace thong.   Grateful for even the most minimal coverage,
I snipped off the tag and pulled on the tiny garment.   It wasn’t much, but it did give me the comfort
of knowing that if I tried to sit on a barstool, no one would be able to give
me a gynecological exam.  
    “Thanks,” I sighed with relief.   Then I looked at her clock on the wall and
saw it was time to go.   “It’s eleven
o’clock.   He should just be arriving at Club
Raw.   Let’s go.”
    “Do you have everything?” Alyssa asked me, knowing how
forgetful I got when I was nervous.   I
peeked in my little black beaded handbag and saw I had my cell phone, rubber
gloves, and the usb port I needed to get the evidence that would make my career.
    I’d been hired as a reporter for a prominent New York
newspaper, but for the past two years all anybody would ever let me do was
serve as a fact-checker and errand girl.   Every now and then my supervisor would let me write some stupid puff
piece about the latest baby elephant born at the zoo or something equally
frivolous, but I wanted to write hard news stories about the things that
mattered!   I wanted to write about
politics, the economy, and things that affected the world and our daily
lives.   Unfortunately, nobody would take
me seriously until I got my first real story printed, but all the good stories
were given to proven reporters and I was stuck with the leftovers that nobody
wanted.   It was infuriating, and I
complained to Alyssa that one day I would strike out on my own and get the news
story no one else could get; then they’d have to take me seriously as a
journalist and I’d finally get to report on the stories that mattered.
    Well, after months of searching, I finally found
it.   His name was Dante Devereaux .   He ran a
securities and surveillance company that was basically hired by executives to
protect their computers from hackers, but I’d discovered that he used his
business to secretly steal private information from foreign leaders and sell
the data to other governments, including our own.   It was a privacy violation of the worst kind,
not to mention treachery of our allies, and possibly even treason against our
own government.   I was shocked and
horrified, and I knew the American public would feel the same way.   This would be the story that could make my
career, but I couldn’t print it without hard evidence against Dante’s company and
to get it, I decided to go right to head of the snake, Dante himself.  
    With a little research, I found that he ran the whole
company right out his home, a penthouse apartment in Manhattan.   Unfortunately, it was a guarded fortress and
there was absolutely no way I was ever getting in unless he invited me
himself.   Well, I could think of only one
way of getting him to do that, and that meant going to the trendy night club
where he hung out every weekend, Club Raw .   Weeks of surveillance had confirmed that he
went there every Friday night at eleven o’clock and left by midnight with a
different girl.   He took her home to his
apartment and she didn’t leave until the next morning.   I just had to make sure that this time I was
that girl.
    My best friend Alyssa offered to do all the
surveillance inside the club for me for a couple of weeks, making friends with
the employees and learning everything she could about Dante, including what
kind of women he liked.   I was really
hoping she would say he tended towards quiet, conservative, hard-working women
like myself, but unfortunately, his preference seemed to be the sluttier the better.  
    “I don’t think I can go through with this.” I said to
Alyssa as we arrived at Club Raw,
where she had bribed one of the cocktail waitresses to let us in the back