The Billionaire's Game

Chapter 6 | How to Lose A Girl in One Date-2

After Ines had left, Mason made a call to his assistant.

“Jake, book me at the Hotel di Bianchi tonight.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Jake Lauder. “Do you need me to bring you anything from home?”

“Not at the moment. Listen carefully.” Mason looked around him before adding, “I'm calling in a code red. Twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes. Got it.”

Rachel smiled when he returned to their table. “I thought you were never coming back,” she said, eyelashes fluttering.

“Forgive me,” he said. “I had to make a phone call. How is your salad?”

“Great.” She moved some greens around on her plate, but she kept her eyes on him. “I'm afraid I had a little too much wine tonight.”

He cut into his steak. “Lucky you won't need to drive home, then.”

“Neither will you.” She bit her lower lip suggestively.

“I wasn't planning to.” He cast a quick sideways glance at Ines before turning his gaze to Rachel. “I do have a chauffeur,” he added.

“Right! Of course.” Rachel shrugged, tossing her hair lightly over her shoulder. “I'm saying you won't be needing him.”

“I suppose not.”

She lowered her eyes coyly and took another sip of wine.

He felt a twinge of guilt. As much as he didn't want to lead her on, he couldn't seem to think of a polite way of telling her he'd invited another woman to his bed tonight.

I'm sorry, Rachel. You're a perfectly nice girl, but I have already made plans to spend the night with an escort.

What he intended to happen tonight must never get out. He already had a bad enough reputation as it was without having to add paying for s*x to his list of sins.

Not that anything he'd been accused of did anything to tarnish the shine of his appeal to women. He'd never had problems getting a date. He knew it was his money, certainly, that assured his status as a catch. He had no illusions about that. And if things soured too quickly between him and a woman ... well, she couldn't say she hadn't been warned.

What would it take to turn a woman off? Only recently he'd been accused of cheating on his last few girlfriends and was rumored to be the reason for the breakup of the female star of his last film and her husband, another famous actor. Media outlets knew better than to publish gossip about him, of course, but people still talked.

Then there was his supposed ... unusual s****l proclivities. Did people still think he liked to tie women up in bed, as a friend of one of his ex-girlfriends so enthusiastically recounted in blind items on her social media accounts?

Speaking of s****l inclinations ...

Ines didn't seem to mind the idea of a three-way. He supposed it was part of the job. But of course, Rachel wouldn't be too happy to have another woman in their bed.

“I have to tell you, though,” Rachel said, “Aalyah and I are good friends. I mean, I didn't know you two used to date until I mentioned you to Aaly last night.”

“Aalyah Jones?” he said.

“She and I were in the same agency before she moved to Ford.”

His jaw clenched. “I suppose you're friends with Chelsey Ashton as well?”

“Oh no. No way.” She shook her head. “Chelsey's a two-faced bit— witch,” she corrected herself. “She's always making up stuff.”

She did. Mason knew this first hand. Why Chelsey would imply that he liked to play b*****e games in bed, he had no idea.

An idea formed in his mind. He picked up the wine bottle and refilled her glass. “Always, you say?”

“Well ... yeah.” Rachel leaned forward. “You don't really like to do that Fifty Shades sort of thing, do you?” she said, her voice low.

Mason kept his face impassive. “You don't believe it then?”

“Aaly's not the kind of girl who would ...” She shook her head. “She's just not that adventurous.”

“Sometimes people can surprise you.”

“You mean you...”

“What if I do?” He smiled.

“I, uh ... I wouldn't mind.”

“Really.”

She nodded quickly. “I've always wanted to try it.”

He could see through her bravado. “It doesn't frighten you?”

“I don't know how b**m works per se. But if I had a good teacher ...” She leaned forward and rested her arms on the table. “It might be fun.”

Mason had no idea how b**m worked either. “Er, yes. Quite.” This wasn't going as well as he hoped. “Perhaps if another woman who was more experienced were to join us .”

“What?” Her eyes grew wide.

He smiled. “You wouldn't like that?”

“You mean ...” She looked nervous.

“It's quite simple, Rachel.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I have a friend coming tonight. I want you both in my bed.”