Dare Me: A Dark Billionaire Romance Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Evelyn Troy
to fight down the sharp giggle of amusement that rose up in her throat as the leggy blonde’s eyes widened, and she quickly left James’ side. Jasmine bit her bottom lip to stifle her increasing amusement as the other businessman left as well. James’ face was as red as a beet as Harper walked away.
“What did you say?” Jasmine asked when Harper rejoined her. James had nearly run out of the party, forgetting her entirely; for a moment, Jasmine felt a spurt of apprehension—but reminded herself that there were plenty of other ways for her to get home.
“I suddenly remembered that he had had a case of gonorrhea the last time I saw him, and asked if he’d gotten it cured yet,” Harper replied with a little, wolfish grin. A peal of laughter burst through Jasmine’s lips before she could suppress it, and she leaned against him, shaking her head.
“That was beautiful,” she told him. Harper smiled.
“Hardly worth making a dare out of it,” he told her, leaning in a little closer to her ear. “I would have done it anyway; a guy who would flirt with someone other than his date for half the night deserves to be shamed.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” Jasmine said. She looked up at him; in spite of her irritation at the fact that he hadn’t even recognized her,—she couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that he’d turned her night around. “It’s your turn, I think,” she said, raising an eyebrow. Harper glanced around the room and Jasmine followed his gaze, wondering what thoughts were going on behind his bright eyes. Most of the guests had already left; a few were lingering to get the most out of the circulating glasses of wine and champagne, or to talk business.
“For my turn…” Harper said slowly, “I dare you to come upstairs with me. I have a room here, and I’d hate to end the night so soon.” Jasmine bit her bottom lip, wondering if it was the time to reveal the truth of who she was—that she was one of his employees, not some high-powered executive. But he didn’t have a clue, and seemed like her might be the most interesting person she had met in months. She might just as well get as much as possible out of the evening.
“Lead the way,” she said, grinning up at him.
Chapter Four
Jasmine felt herself tingling all over, cold air slipping along her inner thighs to caress her surprisingly slick folds as she followed Harper through the hallway leading to his hotel suite. She bit her bottom lip, wondering if the decision she was making was a good one. Harper knew nothing about her other than what she had told him; he had no reason to suspect her. Jasmine waited, squirming slightly, as Harper inserted a key card into the locking mechanism of his door. She heard the heavy thunk, and Harper propelled her into the room ahead of him.
The suite was beautiful; Jasmine’s eyes widened as she took it all in. It was as far away from the usual hotel furnishings as fine wine was from two buck chuck. The floors were gorgeous hardwood, peeking out from underneath thick, ornate oriental rugs. The couch was closer to the size of a bed, with cushions that looked as though they would perfectly cocoon whoever sat on them. “This is…wow,” Jasmine said, turning to look at Harper as he closed the door behind them.
“It’s one of the rooms I like staying in best,” Harper said, gesturing for Jasmine to take a seat on the couch. “What would you like to drink?” Jasmine considered.
“Do you have the makings of a rum and coke?” she asked, sitting down hesitantly. Just as she suspected, she barely sank into the cushions—or at least, as she sank into them, they cradled her body in deep comfort.
“Of course,” Harper said, smiling slightly. He strode across the room to a low, well-stocked bar, and Jasmine watched his deft movements as he took up a crystal tumbler; he dropped a few ice cubes inside before pouring a shot from an
“What did you say?” Jasmine asked when Harper rejoined her. James had nearly run out of the party, forgetting her entirely; for a moment, Jasmine felt a spurt of apprehension—but reminded herself that there were plenty of other ways for her to get home.
“I suddenly remembered that he had had a case of gonorrhea the last time I saw him, and asked if he’d gotten it cured yet,” Harper replied with a little, wolfish grin. A peal of laughter burst through Jasmine’s lips before she could suppress it, and she leaned against him, shaking her head.
“That was beautiful,” she told him. Harper smiled.
“Hardly worth making a dare out of it,” he told her, leaning in a little closer to her ear. “I would have done it anyway; a guy who would flirt with someone other than his date for half the night deserves to be shamed.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” Jasmine said. She looked up at him; in spite of her irritation at the fact that he hadn’t even recognized her,—she couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that he’d turned her night around. “It’s your turn, I think,” she said, raising an eyebrow. Harper glanced around the room and Jasmine followed his gaze, wondering what thoughts were going on behind his bright eyes. Most of the guests had already left; a few were lingering to get the most out of the circulating glasses of wine and champagne, or to talk business.
“For my turn…” Harper said slowly, “I dare you to come upstairs with me. I have a room here, and I’d hate to end the night so soon.” Jasmine bit her bottom lip, wondering if it was the time to reveal the truth of who she was—that she was one of his employees, not some high-powered executive. But he didn’t have a clue, and seemed like her might be the most interesting person she had met in months. She might just as well get as much as possible out of the evening.
“Lead the way,” she said, grinning up at him.
Chapter Four
Jasmine felt herself tingling all over, cold air slipping along her inner thighs to caress her surprisingly slick folds as she followed Harper through the hallway leading to his hotel suite. She bit her bottom lip, wondering if the decision she was making was a good one. Harper knew nothing about her other than what she had told him; he had no reason to suspect her. Jasmine waited, squirming slightly, as Harper inserted a key card into the locking mechanism of his door. She heard the heavy thunk, and Harper propelled her into the room ahead of him.
The suite was beautiful; Jasmine’s eyes widened as she took it all in. It was as far away from the usual hotel furnishings as fine wine was from two buck chuck. The floors were gorgeous hardwood, peeking out from underneath thick, ornate oriental rugs. The couch was closer to the size of a bed, with cushions that looked as though they would perfectly cocoon whoever sat on them. “This is…wow,” Jasmine said, turning to look at Harper as he closed the door behind them.
“It’s one of the rooms I like staying in best,” Harper said, gesturing for Jasmine to take a seat on the couch. “What would you like to drink?” Jasmine considered.
“Do you have the makings of a rum and coke?” she asked, sitting down hesitantly. Just as she suspected, she barely sank into the cushions—or at least, as she sank into them, they cradled her body in deep comfort.
“Of course,” Harper said, smiling slightly. He strode across the room to a low, well-stocked bar, and Jasmine watched his deft movements as he took up a crystal tumbler; he dropped a few ice cubes inside before pouring a shot from an