Teaser Tuesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 2)

by Wells, Annalise

  “I'll just have to wait for him to pass by again and try to speak to him. I just hope it's not a wasted effort,” I say plainly. My body hurts just thinking about him.

  “I'm sure there is more to him than meets the eye, it may be just the surface that looks a bit rough around the edges,” Shona laughs.

  “Well, he does appear a bit rough compared to Beau and Joseph. He’s probably he black sheep of the family!” We both laugh.

  “I'm always here if you need me, and Beau, too. Any trouble with anything just gives us a call, anytime.” Shona says.

  I'm glad I have my wishes out in the open. I never like to keep things hidden from Shona. She has been like family to me.

  “So, how do the girls like it here?” Shona asks.

  “They are loving it, they are very relaxed. And they have no complaints about the men. Some of them are really cheeky, and drop dead sexy. So, Stacey tells me.”

  “It appears the security now in place is doing the job. It should do, I saw the bill for the installation and the equipment. It wasn’t cheap,” Shona explains.

  “I'll tell you something though, if we get much busier, we will have to open a second place.”

  Shona rolls her eyes, “Dear god, one is hard enough, I'm not sure I could handle another business,” she replies laughing.

  It was a possibility, both the club and the Spa were almost at full capacity. We had even extended the spa hours after the first month. There was nothing else like it in the city. And the club, fuck. We were nearly at capacity every night, six pm until six am, and this was just about enough for all the girls. I dreaded the thought, if we ever considered going to a twenty-four-hour operation.

  “What’s your plan for going back on the floor then?” Shona asks.

  “Tuesdays and Fridays and see how it pans out from there. I don’t want to be too wrapped up in it, and get suckered back in. Just some fun!”

  “At least you’ll have enough time to keep on top of your paperwork?” Shona comments.

  “Damn, I was hoping to get away from all that,” I reply laughing.

  “Not while I have a hole in my ass you won’t!” Shona replies.

  “Shona, you are hilarious!” I say.

  “Just don’t tell my Beau Boy k?”

  “Deal!”

  “Live your life be free!”

  Ty

  “You need the right kind of kisses to make your day.”

  I wanted to pass by Beau's new secret club, even though half of the city knew it was now open for business. I had reasons for going, and the first was to try and speak to Cally. She understood why I’d been the way I was the first time I had taken her at the old club.

  I wasn’t myself. I was drunk, and someone had slipped a tab of Kisses, into my drink at the bar I was in before. The new drug had been hitting the street over the past few months. There many people who thought I had been dealing drugs. No way… not me. I was rough around the edges, but I hated drugs. A good glass of whiskey, yes, but pills for a good time, come on. Who needed to rely on them? Christ life’s hard enough without adding fuel to the proverbial fire.

  Fuck it, just go to the club and stop being a pussy.

  I had to speak to Beau, and I had no idea why I put it off, he was my fucking brother. If I couldn’t talk to him, who the fuck could I talk to?

  I walk out to the garage and pull on my leather jacket and helmet. Cars were for wimps, and you couldn't beat the vibration between your legs from a big bike, that is unless you had a real woman. A woman like Cally.

  I sat astride my V-Twin and fired it into life, the chug of the engine sent shivers through my body. It was quite easy to become hard on a bike like this. It was the same sensation as having a hell of a blow job. I hit the street and headed off into the night. The wind blew in my face, and I felt alive. A free spirit, a nomad. King of the streets.

  I pulled into the Docklands and was halted by the security gate of the parking lot to the club. Joseph had nailed this sucker down real tight. It wasn’t even possible to park your car, or enter the club or spa without an invite or membership.

  “I'm here to see Beau,” I said to the security guard.

  “And you are who, Sir?” he asked.

  I removed my helmet and goggles. The guard looked at my face.

  “Sorry Sir, I'll buzz you straight in,” he said.

  “Dumb fuck,” I whispered to myself.

  I headed to the front of the spa. It was a hell of a place, a real diamond in the rough in this location. It was very fucking suave. Traditional color scheme and tiles taken straight from Turkish and Roman baths; you couldn’t tell it apart from the original stuff.

  That was as far as I’d gotten, I had no freakin idea what the rest of the spa looked like… or the club. I had been out of the way since they opened. On a couple of occasions, I managed to make it into the lobby, but the parking lot was normally the furthest I made it.

  I removed my helmet and goggles and threw them on the handlebars. I walked towards the reception as I unzipped my jacket.

  “Good evening,” the receptionist said.

  They had no idea. I always found it funny. Identical triplets and it always caused a lot of confusion.

  “I'll say you are struggling, it’s Ty, I'm here to see Beau,” I say to the receptionist.

  “Thank you, it's just you're all…” she started to say.

  “I know, we are all the same, if I had a dollar for every time I heard that,” I reply smiling.

  “I'll call him now, Sir,” she says.

  I stand by the desk and marvel. The work they have done, from an old steel factory, it was remarkable. That’s what money does for you I suppose.

  “He'll be up to see you in a moment,” she says over the counter.

  “Thanks Miss,” I reply.

  “It’s Lena,” she says pushing her glasses up on her nose.

  I watch the never-ending amount of people who come and go; there are some high-powered suits who climb straight into the back of limos that pull up outside the doors. No chance of photos from private dicks or the paparazzi.

  Joseph had thought of everything with this place. You couldn’t even see the entrance from any area of the chain link fence surrounding the parking lot. The whole thing was out of sight.

  “Ty,” I hear from behind me.

  I turn around, and Beau is walking across the inlaid marble floor toward me.

  “Hi bro, what’s up?” I say.

  “I was not expecting you to pass by. I thought you headed off into the sunset,” he says.

  “You know me, I thought I would stick around for a while,” I say plainly.

  Come on Ty, you can ask him. He won’t hold grudges.

  “Can I speak to you in private?” I ask.

  “I can give you twenty minutes, I'm off… out to dinner soon,” he says. He looks crisp in his light gray suit.

  “That’s fine, and it will be fun to see a bit more of the place,” I reply.

  Beau leads the way through to the back. He puts his hand on the panel and the wall silently slides open.

  “Don’t tell me… Joseph?” I ask.

  “It's original, he just gave it a major upgrade,” Beau replies.

  I follow him down the steps, the small spotlights lead our way. We arrive at the bottom, and a huge guy greets us. There are not many who will get past him in a hurry.

  He opens the door, and we enter into the domain of the club.

  “Beau, you have outdone yourself, this is sick. Red velvet and black leather, it feels like a fucking dungeon,” I comment.

  “Well that’s the way I wanted it to feel,” he replies.

  “Where are the tables and the girls?” I ask.

  “All those islands are a table, total privacy from everyone. Even the person next to you,” he explains.

  “Show me; I don’t believe you,” I say.

  Beau leads me to one of the islands; I look inside. The high-backed black leather bench seat is a good seven-
foot high; it's horseshoe shaped and has a small table in the center.

  “And the girls dance in this area?” I ask.

  “Yes, stand there and have a look around you outside,” he replies.

  I spin in a circle and Beau is right, no sign of another table or dancer, it was one hundred percent private.

  “What about the waiters?” I ask.

  “Intercom, or one of those modern table computers. Very high tech. Order your drink, and once your glass is empty, the freakin table informs the bar,” Beau explains. “Enough of that, let’s go to my office and see how I can help you.”

  I follow him past the bar, Beau pauses and opens the door to his office.

  We walk inside, and it is not as elaborate as I expected. There was just a large desk, and the décor was an off white with dark red furnishings.

  “Very sedate,” I say as I pull up a chair.

  “It does the job that’s all that matters.”

  One day, I'll have an office like this, not much to look at but fully functional.

  “So, what can I help you with?” he asks seriously.

  “Two things really. Both are quite awkward for me,” I say.

  “Try me, that’s what older brothers are for,” Beau says laughing.

  “Only by hours, only by hours,” I reply smiling.

  “Come on tell me, what’s the first thing you want?” he asks.

  “Women advice, I need some help,” I ask.

  “Who is the lucky woman you're struggling to speak to,” Beau asks.

  I look at him slightly embarrassed, “It's Cally,” I reply.

  “Um, I think you need to speak to her directly, I have to stay out of that one I'm afraid,” he says.

  I was hoping for a bit more support, but maybe he is right, he is basically stuck in the middle and doesn’t want to intervene.

  “The second thing might be a simpler one to sort out.”

  “Shoot,” Beau says puzzled.

  “I want to become a member of the club,” I say embarrassingly.

  Beau tilts his head back and roars with laughter.

  “I thought you just said you want to become a member of the club,” he says wiping the tears from his eyes.

  “That’s exactly what I said, and you know it,” I reply changing my friendly tone.

  “Look at the shit that happened last time, that took a whole load of sorting out,” Beau says.

  “That was not me; someone slipped one of those Kisses tablets in my glass. I had a toxicity report from the beautiful prison you sent me to,” I explain grinning.

  “I can understand that, I have heard how strong they are and I know you hate drugs,” Beau says.

  “Come on, let me be a member, I'll behave myself, you know me, just a bit of spanking. But apart from that strictly chocolate and strawberries,” I say pleading.

  “I'll give you a trial membership, two months of probation,” Beau says.

  “I appreciate that Beau, I really do, thanks bro.”

  Beau looks at me and smiles, “Now as a bonus, go next door and speak to Cally. Why are you still here?”

  “You need the right kind of kisses to make your day.”

  Cally

  “I needed you… yesterday.”

  There was a soft knock at the door which I thought was strange. Everyone who worked here knew just to walk in. To have someone knock was unheard of.

  Shona had gone for a relaxing foot massage, and I wished I’d been able to join her, but someone had to keep an eye on the girls.

  “Hang on I called, I’m coming.”

  I walk to the door and can see the top of someone’s head on the CCTV, but who it is I can’t tell.

  I open the door. Ty turns around and smiles at me.

  “You, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask. I feel my heart race from our immediate chemistry.

  “Hello, to you as well,” Ty replies smiling.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I say plainly.

  “Please come in would be a good fucking start. I'm stood here like a right idiot,” he says winking.

  “Sorry, come in.”

  “Before starting, I want to apologize again for what happened at Tina’s, I found out I was drugged,” Ty explains.

  “No way, who did it?” I ask in concern.

  “Harvey, he thought it would be good to slip one of those fucking Kisses into my drink,” he says.

  “I hope you had a word with him.”

  “He won’t do it again. If he does he'll have fewer fingers than he has now. Fucking jerk-off.”

  I look at Cally, and she looks as stunning as ever. She had been the only girl that had really turned me on at Tina’s place. There were a few others, but they were just ordinary broads. Cally was different; she was made from the same sort of mold as Shona. Women like that in this job are very rare… no wonder they don’t do it anymore.

  “So why have you come here?” I ask.

  “I came to ask Beau something; I'll tell you that in a minute,” Ty explains.

  “The main reason was to ask you if you wanted to go on a date sometime?” he asks smiling.

  “I think I would, and you were drugged, so it’s not your fault,” I reply.

  I can smell his aftershave and the leather jacket together. It’s yummy.

  “You will have to give me your number though; no one can get in touch with you!”

  “No problem, give me your phone, and I'll put it in,” Ty says.

  I hand him my phone and he busily types his number into my cell phone. I watch him, and he appears to be an entirely different person from the guy I last saw at the club. He seemed mild mannered, even.

  “There you go, you will find it under ‘T,’” Ty says smiling.

  “Anyway, where have you been hiding?” I ask.

  “I have been around. Been busy recruiting staff for my next enterprise,” Ty explains.

  “You're branching out?” I ask.

  “Sort of,” he explains.

  “So, what did you do before?” I ask as I move to the couch.

  “You know, this and that, all legit, nothing illegal,” he says.

  None of us actually knew what he did for business, but he always seemed to have a decent wedge of cash on him. And if it was not drugs, I had no idea what he could be into.

  “What’s the new enterprise then?” I ask pushing.

  “Security,” Ty explains.

  “Doesn’t Joseph do that?” I ask.

  “I'm not sure what he does. He is top of the tree type security. I'm going back to the streets,” Ty explains.

  “Protection rackets?” I ask.

  “No, that’s old school. Bars, clubs and other private places. You know how many crooked security companies there are?” Ty explains.

  I listen to him explain that a lot of the security on the doors are the ones that run drugs for the gangs. This puts the clubs in danger as well as the customers that frequent them. The shit gets cut, and then the guard cuts it again. Baby powder is one of the main things used, according to Ty.

  “Now these Kisses are on the streets, it's even easier for them to conceal them and pass them on. And there are literally hundreds of situations like the one we had that go unreported every week.”

  “So, you're gonna clean up the streets then?”

  “I want to do my bit, I'm not any superhero, but there is money to be made by being clean rather than bent,” Ty says.

  “That’s so nice to hear, I’m impressed,” I say with a grin.

  I miss him like cocoa on a cold night.

  “I have my moments, but I'm a chocolate and strawberries kinda guy really,” he says with a wicked smile.

  “Oh, I just love chocolate and strawberries, they’re super delicious,” I reply smitten.

  “I'll have to treat you one night and see how you like them,” Ty says with a wink.

  “I have news as well,” I say excitedly.

  “We should have held a fucking party,” Ty says l
aughing.

  “Don’t get me wrong; it's just something I have to do for myself,” I say.

  “Yeah? Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” Ty says.

  “I'm going back to work on the club floor. Two nights per week,” I explain plainly.

  “Why? I mean, what’s the reason for that?” Ty asks seemingly disappointed.

  “I miss the thrill of it. I was telling Shona, what I have down there, can control men!” I say grinning.

  “I know, I have witnessed it,” he replies.

  “Oh yes, I forgot, I mean… um…”

  “And from what I can remember, it was very nice baby girl,” Ty says.

  “You can’t remember anything, can you?” I ask.

  “Why, did I miss something?” Ty asks.

  “Okay, tell me what happened to us?” I say.

  “We went into the room?” Ty says.

  I nod.

  “We stripped?” Ty says.

  I nod.

  “We made love?” Ty says.

  I shook my head in disagreement.

  “I fell asleep or something?” he asks.

  “Nowhere near,” I reply.

  “Fuck, I don’t remember anything then, I have no clue,” he replies.

  “What do you think of using ropes?” I ask.

  “I have never really used them much, so I'm not sure,” he replies.

  “Let’s put It this way; you had me bound so fucking tight, I felt like a pig on a BBQ spit,” I explain in detail.

  “Holy fuck, I had no idea, I'm sorry,” he said.

  “You did make me cum twice though, that was one blessing,” I say feeling aroused by him, again.

  “At least I managed to do something right,” he says.

  “First time was with your fingers,” I murmur.

  Aha, mhm. Ohhh.

  “No asking what I was doing with them!” he says grinning.

  “You had them right up inside of me… and you…”

  “Much more talk of this and you will have me harder than I already am. Fuck, Cally,” he says.

  “So, you're aroused, now?” I ask.

  “Hell yeah, you're telling me what I did,” he replies. “Okay, I want to take you on your desk,” Ty says with a wink.

  “I wish. Let’s not rush though.”