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I slowed when I started seeing similar addresses. My eyes zeroed in, reading each thing, not wanting to miss it.
There it was…
My breath caught in my chest and a sick clenching gripped my stomach, making it hard to exhale when I read the name attached to the account I had been searching for:
Cooper H. Brighton – Brighton Enterprises
The story continues in Plush Book 2!
Plush
A Billionaire Romance
Book 2
By KB Winters
Copyright © 2015 KB Winters
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Chapter One
“Two more down here!” I yelled across the bar. The bartender smiled, letting me know he’d heard my boisterous request.
“Shit, girl, you gotta slow down!” Hannah insisted.
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“Party pooper! Tonight is not the night to slow down!” A shot was placed in front of me and I threw it back with a wicked grin, laughing at the look on Hannah’s face. “Come on! Have fun!”
Hannah rolled her eyes at me but then threw back her shot like a pro. “Happy?”
“Yeah, actually, I am. For the first time in a long time!” I spun around on the heels of my riding boots and soaked up the room. I’d called Hannah and begged her to come out for happy hour at my favorite dive bar. I could tell she wanted to go somewhere else, somewhere a little more uppity, but I had guilted her into slumming it for the night. Hannah used to date a biker, and she’d come down here with him and had the time of her life—or at least she pretended she did. But now, she liked to stay on the west side of town and stick to the posh, bougie bars.
Steelrods wasn’t necessarily a biker bar, but a lot of the bikers I knew hung out here. It was a little dark, a little grimy, and a lot sketchy but a whole lot of fun. It was always bursting with colorful characters and a bartender named Tank who’d give me anything I asked for—without question—and usually on the house.
“Tell me what’s going on?” she asked, raising her voice over the music and the sound of pool balls knocking around.
“What do you mean?” I asked, taking a sip off the top of the beer Tank set down in front of me, throwing him a wink before turning my attention back to Hannah. “It’s Saturday night. We used to do this all the time. Why does something have to be ‘going on’?”
She pursed her lips at me. “I know you better than that. Something’s up.”
I rolled my eyes. “All right, all right. I got fired.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? From the ad place?”
I nodded.
“What happened? Last thing I knew, you were getting all sexified for the party with the hot, rich guy.”
I chugged back a few gulps of beer. “Yeah, well that whole thing turned into a major clusterfuck. I don’t really wanna talk about it. Not tonight. Tonight is just for having fun for once! I’ve been trapped in corporate bullshit for the past month, and tonight I’m free! So, let’s dance!”
Hannah looked less than convinced but went along with it.
My favorite song was blasting, the drinks were working their magic, and I was grinding up on some hottie named Jett, who had introduced himself at some point earlier in the night. The details were getting fuzzy. He put his hands on my hips and brought me in close and I put my hands in the air, dancing closer and pushing my ass up against him. He spun me around and pulled me to himself and I went along with it, sizing him up as we danced.
He was handsome—a little rough around the edges, but that’s usually how I prefer my men. My men? I scoffed at myself. I had no men, and the ones I’d gone out with were losers. Well, except Cooper. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I don’t want to think about him tonight!
