Peter is great at what he does. As head of Hale, Inc., he has a knack for sniffing out struggling businesses and culling out the weak ones like prey. He doesn't have time for relationships, so when his partner-of-the-week issues an ultimatum on the day he's flying out to close a deal with Argent Corp, Peter calls his bluff and breaks things off.
The problem is that the head of Argent Corp values—well, family values. It leaves Peter in quite a predicament. So, when he runs into a ridiculously mouthy and temptingly beautiful rent boy, Peter hires him to be his plus-one.
It's supposed to be a temporary solution.
Peter’s heart doesn’t get the memo.
"Can either of you tell me how to get back onto 405?"
The boy in the red hoodie approaches. As he gets closer, Peter realizes he has incredibly pretty eyes and a sinful-looking mouth.
"Depends," he says. "What's it worth to you?"
Peter frowns and looks over to the boy's companion for help. "The decency of helping your fellow man?"
The boy lets out a surprised bark of laughter. "Decency is rare these days. Isaac and I should know." The blond—Isaac, Peter supposes—nods along. "You're driving a car that sells for several million plus at auction. Even though it does have rental plates, they'd never allow you to reserve that car unless you could cover the insurance required for an exotic car rental. And you're wearing a Patek Philippe, plus you have that entitled air about you that seems to be universal among the uber-rich. So why don't you do the decent thing and help a couple of boys out?" He juts out his hips and pouts invitingly, and oh, it's only now that Peter realizes now exactly what he's doing on the street.
Even so, the boy's knowledge surprises Peter. There's a savviness there, given the information he just spouted and how he pleaded his case.
"Twenty dollars," Peter concedes.
The boy lets out an infuriating snort. "This isn't the 1980s, old man. Twenty dollars barely gets you a sandwich and something to drink in this town. Fifty."
"That's highway robbery," Peter says with a growl.
"Fifty is the going rate for now. But it's after eight, and the sun is going down. Things get trickier during the witching hour, which means the rate goes up to seventy. Besides, I'm not the one who's lost."
The boy is a little shit. Peter doesn't know whether he wants to roll up the window on that smug face, or shove something between those plush lips to silence him.
Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Past Peter Hale/Deucalion, Past Peter Hale/Jordan Parrish, Stiles Stilinski & Allison Argent friendship
Tags: Modern AU, Human AU, Businessman Peter Hale, Prostitute Stiles Stilinski, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Age Difference, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Rimming, Piano Sex, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Inspired by Pretty Woman
Your wish list was a treasure trove of prompts! I'm such a sucker for mutual pining and oblivious boys. This might not be a traditional "meet-cute" scenario, but Peter would hate to be considered traditional anyway ;) I also tried to squeeze in some of your other wants: an Allison & Stiles friendship, Scott McCall is a bad friend (mentioned in passing), and while this isn't in the canon verse, there are plenty of wolf/canon-verse references!
I really had a blast writing this for you. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Holidays! <3
Part of the @stetersecretsanta2025. Apologies for the original post; links are now fixed. Chapters will be posting throughout the week.
