Cashing Out on the Wrong Billionaire Heiress

Dalton Scott, the billionaire investor that Carina Lewis spoke of, was lounging in the hotel room with a glass of red wine in hand.

Startled by the sound of me kicking the door open, he nearly spilled the wine onto the carpet. When he saw it was me, however, he set the glass down on the bar in annoyance.

"Bailey Scott! What the hell are you doing barging in here in the middle of the night? Is this how you treat the company's biggest investor?" Dalton snapped.

I locked the door behind me before collapsing onto the couch. After grabbing a cherry from the fruit basket on the table and popping it into my mouth, I said, "Cut the crap. A woman's going to knock on your door in a minute.

"It's Carina Lewis, my so-called bestie from college. She's currently a head of department at my company. I'm guessing she's getting herself all dressed for battle right now, and you're her conquest."

Dalton's brows knitted together in disdain.

"What's wrong with people at your company? I'm here to evaluate a business deal, not find myself a bed companion."

Smirking, I spat out the cherry pit into the trash can before answering, "Now, now, the woman's got ambition. She's hoping to become Mrs. Billionaire Investor, of course. Her goal is to sleep her way into a marriage with you and to get half of your fortune.

"So, Mr. Billionaire Investor, why don't you play along with me and put on a show for her?"

Dalton raised a brow. He was about to speak when someone tapped shyly on the door, and a coy voice rang out.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Scott here?"

The sweet, sugary voice that called out in greeting was wildly different from my own swift kicking in of the door.

I shot up from the couch and pointed toward the walk-in closet, mouthing to Dalton, "I'll hide. You get the door."

Dalton rolled his eyes, tugged at the collar of his bathrobe, and went over to open the door.

The moment it opened, the thick smell of perfume wafted in.

Carina stood there in a silk slip dress with a deep V-neck and a flimsy coat draped over her shoulders. She leaned against the doorframe, her gaze seductive and her voice so cloying it made my skin crawl.

"I'm so sorry to disturb you at this hour of the night, Mr. Scott. I'm Carina Lewis, the head of the project management department at Lumina Corporation. I'm here about the investment deal. I have some private insights I'd like to share with you. Perhaps we could have an in-depth exchange about it?"

Watching her stunt from the inside of the closet, I almost gagged.

Dalton leaned against the door, making no move to let her in. His eyes swept over her from head to toe. "Some private insights, you say? How private?"

Thinking she had shot, Carina immediately took a step forward, her hip swaying with the move. She was practically pressed up against Dalton as she murmured, "Well… It's something that only the two of us can find out in person."

As she spoke, she deliberately tugged at the collar of her dress, revealing even more of her skin.

Dalton let out an abrupt snort before responding icily, "Ms. Lewis, yeah? Lumina Corporation's financial reports look like some fool smashed their head against their keyboard. But instead of pulling an all-nighter to fix your numbers, you've got time to come here and ply your wiles in front of me?"

Carina's smile froze. She didn't expect Dalton to be so blunt. "You've misunderstood, Mr. Scott. I'm actually—"