I stand in the middle of this luxurious hotel room, ready to do whatever it fucking takes to get the money I need. Keeping my shitty apartment is my priority right now.

It may not be as fucking fancy as this hotel room, but it’s my home for now, a place that I can afford—or so I thought—and a place to sleep.

Case sits on a black leather chair, facing the wall of windows. A huge square coffee table sits on the floor between us.

His tie hangs loosely around his neck. His tuxedo jacket hugs his frame like a leather glove, and his white shirt hints at the firm body underneath.

The way he’s dressed makes him sexy as hell—or rather, sexier—and I’m ready to fuck him right here and now.

A good-looking man in a suit is one thing; a good looking man—like Case—in a tux is just fucking erotic.

I feel the beginning of wetness between my legs.

Case wastes no time getting right down to what he wants me to do. “I want you to take that slinky dress off.”

He gives me a look with those green eyes of his that sends a shiver down my spine. No man has ever looked at me with such intense desire before.

I’ve had plenty of men check me out—I know how good I look—but none of them have given me a look like this. This is the look of a predator—an Alpha.

“You’re ready to fuck already?” I ask before biting down on my bottom lip.

I look down to see if his cock is ready.

I see it moving under his pants.

It’s hard to make out, but it seems big.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll get there. We have all the time in the world. There’s no need to rush it.”

His voice is as smooth as Tennessee whiskey.

I don’t make a move.

“Why don’t you take off your clothes?” I coo.

“You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” He smirks and leans forward.

“Perhaps. A woman likes to know what equipment she’s handling prior to working the job.”

“Well, I can promise that it’s larger than any piece of equipment you’ve ever dealt with before.” His smirk broadens, and I catch a twitch along the leg of his pants.

Well fucking played.

He’s participated in this game before—and has the home field advantage—but there’s something to be said about beginner’s luck.

“I give the instructions. You follow them. That’s how this works.”

“Oh, really? So I get no say?” I put my little purse down on the coffee table.

“None. Now take off your dress.”

His eyes remain fixed on my body as if he’s already undressing me himself.

I’m more than fucking willing to do whatever he wants. After all, it’s better than losing my virginity to the asshole I call my landlord.

There was no fucking way I was giving that up to him. Not even to keep my apartment. I would rather be evicted than do that.

But I don’t need to worry. Not one fucking bit.

Right in front of me is one of the most fucking sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on.

And I wonder what’s under that tuxedo of his.

I’m willing to bet every inch of him is as hard and firm as that cock hiding beneath his pants.

I picture him having a fucking six-pack or maybe even an eight pack. The fucking image I’ve built in my mind has me wanting to rip his clothes off of him now.

In terms of his looks, I know everything I need to know.

But his personality is a different story. I don’t much care for it. He’s not my fucking type of man at all. Not even remotely close.

He thinks he’s hot shit, the typical Alpha male who thinks of himself as god’s gift to women, the kind of man who thinks he can fuck any woman he wants, whenever he wants.

But then with looks like his, he probably could.

That’s why I’m fucking relieved I’ll be losing my virginity to such a fine specimen.

That’s all I’m interested in, though.

I have no interest in Case other than the fucking. I just want a good first fuck. No…make that an amazing first fuck.

I unzip my dress in the slowest way possible. I want to tease him and his cock. I want to let him know that he isn’t as in charge as he thinks he is.

I can only imagine his cock has to be ready to explode. It’s been hard the entire time I’ve been here.

Case leans back in the chair and visibly enjoys the show.

I get the dress unzipped and slide it down my body.

I remain in front of him, wearing my lacy black bra, matching bikini panties, and high-heeled shoes.

The bra and panties are the only decent lingerie I have. I can barely keep up with the bills as it is, but it’s important that a woman has one set of lingerie to wear for nights like tonight.

Not that I really get to wear them. I haven’t exactly done much dating lately—or ever.

My future—my ambitions—come first. It was the only thing on my mind all throughout university. I didn’t fucking care about dating or having any kind of relationship.

And it’s not like I was saving myself for marriage. I didn’t give a fuck about that.

I just had higher priorities than enduring a lackluster thirty seconds of boring sex.

I strut around the room and walk over to the windows, looking out into the dark city. It’s so gorgeous at night, especially the Washington Monument.

“You haven’t finished undressing yet,” he calls from behind.

“So?” I let my gaze remain on the skyline before me.

“When I say I want you to undress, I mean that I want you to undress.”

I turn to look at Case over my shoulder. “No, you told me to take off my dress. I took off my dress.”

A soft chuckle comes from his lips.

I was the best at Yale for a reason.

“Touché, Gabrielle,” he sounds impressed. “Now take off the lingerie. I want to see all of you. But leave the heels.”

I glance back out the windows. I wonder if anyone can see me standing there.

I hope so, because I’m feeling like a million dollars right now. I’m feeling so good about myself—and what’s to come with Case—that I can feel a tingly sensation between my legs. My nipples are getting harder and aching to be free from the confines of my bra.

I cup my tits, one in each hand, and walk toward him. I stand in front of him for the third time that night.

I massage my tits and move my hands to the front clasp, which I undo. My tits push against the bra, and I slide it the rest of the way off my body.

I toss it on the couch behind me.

I watch Case as he waits for me to remove my panties. His cock wants out of its confines, too. I can tell by the way it pushes against his pants.

I turn around and bend over, showing my small, round ass to him. I peek through my legs and wait to see if he’ll say anything.

He’s staring, but says nothing.

Straightening up, I slowly pull down my panties one side at a time and step out of them. I throw them behind me as well.

Here I am, fucking naked in front of this man. I want to say I’ve wondered what this moment would feel like, but I can’t.

Not when I haven’t thought about being with a man to begin with.

I put my legs about a shoulders’ width apart and my hands on my hips. All I’m wearing for him now are the heels and a lot of attitude.

Case isn’t going to know what hit him when we fuck tonight. And I’m fucking ready. I can already feel how wet I am between my legs.

The only question remaining is, is he ready for me? He better be.

I put one of my high-heeled shoes on the edge of the coffee table and give him a view of my wet pussy. I grab each of my nipples and give them each a quick tweak.

I cannot possibly be readier for him to take me.

Case looks at me with hunger, lust, and raging desire. It’s a look that mirrors my own.

“It’s your turn to take off your clothes,” I smile and wink at him.