Lexie is a struggling journalist fresh out of college and looking for that big scoop that will launch her career. When her roommate lands a job as a shooter girl at an exclusive, BDSM sex club called the "Billionaire Club," the scoop of a lifetime is virtually thrown into her lap. Going under cover, Lexie finds herself pulled into a world beyond her wildest imaginings. But after she meets one of America's most eligible bachelors and he introduces her to pleasures beyond anything she's experienced before, can she still go through with her expose? 15,500 words **Warning - This book contains explicit language and sexual content that some may find offensive. Meant for adults aged 18+** Lexie caught his gaze and noticed more than just desire in his eyes. He was challenging her. There was no way he could have known who she was and what she was doing there. It was impossible. But it was evident he was suspicious, not expecting her to actually accept his invitation. She narrowed her eyes at him as a stubborn streak shot through her. Accepting his hand, she rose from the sofa to stand in front of him, their bodies less than an inch apart. "Of course, I thought you'd never ask. I'm a T5 sub after all." She returned his condescending smirk with one of her own. Amusement danced in his eyes, as he brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen over her eye. Her breath hitched as his index finger trailed along her jaw, and then followed the line of her collarbone. "The things I want to do to you Lexie." His eyes turned dark again and she could almost see his mind working, picturing her in dozens of positions and doing things to her that she didn't even want to consider. On impulse and without a thought to what she was doing she closed the small distance between them, pressing her body against his, her breasts crushing against his chest. "And what exactly do you want to do to me Vince?" she whispered, as she kissed the side of his neck tentatively. His cologne pulled her in, tempting her. She pressed her pelvis against him, feeling the hard ridge of his shaft straining against his pants, begging for her to release it. He hooked his index finger under her chin and forced her eyes up to meet his. "Let me show you."