Dropping The Ball - A New Year’s Billionaire Romance - Weston Parker Page 0,1

had called relatable when he’d booked this assignment for me. Parents and families loved her because she was perfect but not too perfect. She messed up from time to time and disappointed her Senator. Ahem. Father.

But she always bounced back better than ever. Smiling, waving, and sincerely apologizing for having acted out. People ate that shit up like it was the last chocolate-chip cookie in the batch.

Miranda tilted her head and walked her fingers from one of the buttons on my shirt to the next. “You could be the last person inside me before it’s only Timmy. Forever.”

She shuddered a little on the last word but didn’t break off the seductive look she was trying to give me. “Timmy only likes... missionary.”

She whispered it like it was a bad word before fluttering her lashes at me again. “I bet you can really fuck a girl, huh, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome?”

You’re right. I can, but I’m never telling you that. Nor was I telling her that I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot barge-pole. She was a client.

Even if it wasn’t the second rule and I thought I could’ve gotten away with breaking Bart’s rules, the Timmy whose sexual preferences I now knew was none other than Timothy Hargrove. Son of Senator Tobias Hargrove, who just so happened to be rumored to be running for president next term.

Plus, Miranda was seventeen sheets to the wind. Even if I was attracted to her, which I wasn’t, there was no way I’d ever have taken her up on her numerous offers. She was getting married this weekend.

“Oh, fine.” She stuck her lower lip out. “If you want to play hard to get, I know how that game works.”

Her hand suddenly disappeared from my chest and reappeared on my junk. Skinny fingers squeezing the life out of my very much uninterested dick, she licked her lips before blowing me a kiss and taking off to find more promising pastures.

I breathed a sigh of relief and discreetly jiggled my hips to get the blood flowing to my favorite appendage again. That girl had been all over me all night. I was definitely going to have to be in touch with Bart later to call in the situation, but before that, I had to get her to bed and all tucked in.

Not that the party seemed to be ending anytime soon. The girls squealed when they saw their bachelorette rejoining their ranks. Shots were ordered, and hands were thrown in the air after the liquor went down the hatch and the dance floor was claimed.

Well, there goes the neighborhood.

Very few of the women with Ms. Mackey were low profile. Miranda had invited all of New York City’s shiniest to enjoy her last night of freedom, and the crowd outside knew it.

Thankfully, this part of the club had been reserved for the occasion. None of the women even had their phones with them, and the security around the perimeter was top notch.

All I had to do was watch her, make sure she didn’t do anything too scandalous, and get her up to her room. It was supposed to have been an easy job.

Until she had gotten so fucking handsy.

Nothing good ever came of a handsy, drunken client. Especially not one with the connections she had.

Lucky for me, I wasn’t afraid of much. There were cameras in here and in every inch of the hotel. If it came down to it, her own damn daddy could witness her groping me and see that I hadn’t lifted a finger in response.

I’d stared down the barrel of much worse, and I’d come out not only standing but swinging. My dick, on the other hand, might need a bit of tender loving care later after the way he’d been manhandled.

Bart’s third rule was not to interfere unless it was necessary. Obviously, that didn’t count for security threats. It was more part of the blend in rule.

What it did mean, however, was that I couldn’t drag Miranda’s ass out of there when she started stumbling around. She was having a good time, and I simply had to watch her do it.

At this point, she wasn’t a danger to herself or others. She was in a contained situation, and there were no threats around. She was just drunk, but considering it was her bachelorette party and she was going to be stuck doing missionary with Timmy for the rest of her life, I figured it was okay if she cut loose a