Page 34 of Unstoppable Billionaire

When we cross the threshold, I tell her."Hang on.There's something you need to see."I flip the light switch to illuminate the room.Four rose bouquets are sitting under the stripper pole, and taped to it is an envelope with 'For Seary' written on it.

"Oh my gosh!I completely forgot."She confesses.

I walk over to the stripper pole and pull the envelope off.Handing it to her, she opens it and fans five checks.

"Ha!They must have called Cat."She explains as she shows me."I have a side business called Fucking Fantasies, and I charge $5,000 per.There was nine last night."

I smirk and then smile to hide my feelings."I should have invested."

"What?"

"That's why I went to Been Jammin', to begin with.My business partner and I were offered an opportunity to invest in your Fucking Fantasies, so I checked you out."

"Oh!"She says, surprised, giving me a sweet smile and then pushing her fingers through my hair.The feeling is incredibly relaxing.She coos, "You should have invested.I'm a money magnet."

"You're magnetic for sure."I lean over for a peck, realizing she sensed how I felt.That's why she ran her fingers through my hair and cooed to me.She's such an interesting find.So sensitive and sweet.

She gives me the butterfly kiss I ask for, and damn if it doesn't make me feel better.Then she drops down to the flower arrangements, sticking her nose in them and inhaling deeply.Adjusting my attitude, I tape the envelope back to the pole and change the subject, sort of."How did you manage to get a stripper pole installed?"

"Money talks and …."Her nose dives again to smell the roses.

"Shit walks.Yeah, don't I know it."

She looks up at me with a question in her eyes.She's sharp, and I've just told her I'm wealthy enough to invest and made a derogatory comment about money influencing people.

Before we go down a path, I'm not prepared to share yet.I change the subject."So, since you have a pole in your apartment, will you share with me how you intend to collect on the bet I lost?"

She studies me for a moment, then looks at the pole."That's a Sunday secret confession, and I'm not telling you now."The sassy Siri is back.

"Sunday Secret Confessions sounds like a good theme for tomorrow."

"We can confess our sins to each other.I like it!Let's do it in bed."

I smile at that."In bed, in the kitchen, out on the balcony."

"On the balcony?Someone might see us."

"I'm not talking about only exploring our bodies, Siri.You told me all of you belongs to me and expect all of me.We have a lot to talk about."

"Tomorrow then!"

I offer my hand, needing to feel her body against mine.She hugs me tight and says, "I can't wait to hear all about 'the dark side' of Aurelius Moore."

I chuckle, but it's only to hide the dread I feel at the thought."Be careful what you wish for."

"I'm not afraid."She boasts.

I give her my best Master Yoda impression, "You will be.'

She dies laughing, "Are you secretly the bastard son of Darth Vader?"

I laugh out loud."No, but …"

She pounces on that.Grabbing my shirt with her fists, so I can't turn away."But?There's that word again!But….But who?"

I laugh, "Lucky for you, not Darth Vader."

"OH!BUT … youaresecretly the bastard son of somebody!"Her eyes are twinkling and sparkling, and she says in an imitation of the emcee from Been Jammin's."This is a tasty tidbit of depth into the dark secrets of Aurelius Moore.Let's guess!"She ramps it up a notch, and I can't help laughing with her.The drama is spot on as she raises an arm toward the ceiling as if she's calling to the heavens to roll Thor's thunder."The Bastard Son of Thor, God of Thunder!"