Free Plush The Prequel: A Billionaire Romance by KB Winters

Chapter One
     
    As soon as I stepped into the club, I remembered why I’d stopped going to clubs in the first place— the deafening music blaring, the smell of a thousand different overly perfumed women, and the sleazy guys just looking to get off.
    Although I guessed I shouldn’t judge, since tonight, I was one of those guys.
    A pseudo-friend had invited me out to the opening of a new club downtown. Opulence. I’d been hearing buzz about it from a few different people. It was being hailed as a new concept in clubbing. A fusion of sorts. As I stalked along the edges of the main room, I could see why. The main space looked like a million clubs I’d been to before, all over the world. Sure, it was a little higher end, with a white and gold decor, but there was a large dance floor, swarming with sweaty bodies and skimpily dressed women. There was a bar on the far side of the room, absolutely crammed with people either trying to get drunk—or get someone else drunk—and then dozens of booths skirting the outside of the dance floor.
    The real difference was what was above the main floor. A quick elevator ride would take you to the upstairs which was a ring of rooms set up for any kind of fantasy you might have. Each room had windows on either side of the door. With the flick of a button, you could block them out, or, if you were feeling particularly adventurous, leave them open and let anyone walking by have a front row seat to your freak show.
    There was a thrill to the idea of being watched by a room full of strangers, but ultimately, for someone like me, it would only be a huge liability.
    What am I doing here?
    It had been ages since the last time I’d been to a club. Sure, the women caught my eye, but I had never had a shortage of hot women throwing themselves at me. I certainly didn’t need to go deaf in order to find one…or two…willing to play my games.
    I was just about to turn and leave, knowing I could always use work as an excuse, when I heard my name.
    “Cooper!” I turned and saw Jessie, the friend who had invited me, rushing across the room. Jessie was a buyer with a chain of department stores that carried the Plush line of products. I’d met her at a launch party for the newest product line late last year. We had wound up at the bar, laughing and drinking together. Jessie was a pretty girl, but from the get-go, it had been strictly platonic between us. Every now and again, she would invite me out to some major event—most of the time, I said no.
    Which, I was starting to think, I should have done tonight.
    But then…I saw her.
    Holy shit. My eyes locked on the woman walking a few paces behind Jessie as she came towards me.
    Jessie skated across the polished floors and practically slid into my arms. I could tell she had already had way too much to drink. My mind wondered if her friend had as well…I embraced Jessie, but my eyes were glued to the woman standing behind her. She was a blonde stunner, wearing a barely there, bandage style dress that was suctioned to her curvy body. I subtly took her in, not wanting to draw attention to my hungry eyes, but I couldn’t stop my cock from stiffening as my mind flooded with the image of tearing the barely there dress off of her.
    “When did you get here?” Jessie asked, apparently oblivious to my lusting over her friend.
    “Just now. You want a drink?” I noted her empty hands.
    “Sure, but first, there’s someone I want you to meet,” she said, looking behind her. “This is Samantha. She’s my cousin.”
    The blonde leaned forward to shake my hand, her gorgeous breasts nearly escaping the two strips of fabric that strained to contain them.
    I had to have her. “Let’s get you a drink,” I said, offering her my most charming smile.
    Samantha smiled and I knew I’d already won. If I didn’t know Jessie better, I would have had to assume this was a setup and that this girl, her cousin, knew exactly what she was getting into.
    As it was, I