Page 15 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

CHAPTER SEVEN

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Siri

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Waiting for the elevator, I ask him. "In whose apartment will we explore our beautiful thing and hold Sunday Secret Confessions? Mine with the pole, or yours with the food?"

"Now, that's a conundrum," Aurei says, frowning, but his eyes twinkle at me.

The elevator doors open, and we walk in. A man is standing at the back with his face in an e-reader. He doesn't pay us any attention. I muse to Aurei. "We could just order pizza."

"Now you're thinking."

The elevator stops on the 6th floor. A couple of teenagers on a date get on.

The guy speaks to Aurei while she gives him an up one side and down the other look, taking inventory of his physical attributes, but as soon as the elevator doors close, her date pulls her to him, and their lips hook up.

Aurei squeezes my hand. Teenagers. Sex is never far from their minds.

Their breathing gets heavy immediately. "Let's ride mine tonight.

" I offer, sounding innocent, but Aurei knows me too well already and cuts his eyes at me.

"You can drive fast and furious. Or, you can make it scream. " I grin at him.

Aurei plays along. "Are you talking about you or your car?"

I give him a wink and begin to brag on my car in an imitation of a salesman pitch.

"The Ford Shelby GT500 was track-tested at more than 200 mph.

The 2014 edition is designed to make you part of the Shelby legend.

Its 5.8L supercharged aluminum-block V8 will let you leave the competition, and everything else, in the dust."

The kissing has subsided substantially.

I say in my normal voice. "I particularly liked that part.

" Then continue with the salesman's voice but less flare.

"It has the Cobra badge, a glass roof, which not only is panoramic, giving you a convertible feel without the wind and noise, it also features dramatic tinting and a retractable sunshade for extra protection from the sun.

" Now the couple has stopped kissing altogether, and the boy is staring at me all ears.

The other thing not very far from a teenage boy's mind, a fast sports car.

The girl is pouting, frowning at me. I smile at them and continue.

"It comes with the TREMEC 6-speed manual transmission.

" The girl rolls her eyes and shoots me daggers.

I drop Aurei's hand. I smile at her with wicked eyes as I reach over, grabbing his groin, rubbing him gently up and down.

He squints his eyes, and a slow, delicious smile spreads over his face as I continue in a sultry voice.

"It has a racing clutch.… It's really hard and stiff…

." I look the young man in the eyes as I move to stand in front of Aurei.

"She is a thing of beauty to be valued." He pushes my hair to the side as I expose my neck for him, and he kisses it gently.

"She has a small sweet spot, and if you hit her just right.

" He wraps his arms around me, then slides his hand down between my legs.

"She'll jump out of the gate for you." I roll my hips.

Aurei says as he nuzzles my neck. "And take you for the ride of your life."

"Oh, baby, don't you know it!"

The elevator dings, and the doors open. The teenagers both stare at us, not moving. The gentleman with the ereader exits first. "That was dope!"

I remove Aurei's hand from my crotch, cinch it, and we walk out. "Excuse us, please." My heels click on the lobby floor, and Aurei whistles softly like he did last night. "Damn, woman. I need some cold, fresh air after that."

I laugh. "I thought I would give him something to shoot for besides his own pleasure."

"Well, you can bet your sweet ass they are going to be hunting that sweet spot tonight."

"Oh yeah!" I agree. We walk up to my car. "She is a thing of beauty, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is. I love the paint job too."

"Thanks," I say as I run my hand along the hood. "It's custom, of course, but I think it came out very nice." The body is black, and the bold stripes are gold, but I had them add small blue pinstripes trimming it out.

The teenage couple walks past us, arm and arm, and the girl stops to admire my car too. "It is beautiful."

"Thanks, sweetie." I wink at her.

Aurei opens the door for me. "You two have a good night."

The young man nods. "Oh, we will. We're gonna ride around all night."

I wink at Aurei as I slide into the passenger seat. When he gets behind the wheel, he looks truly excited to be there. "This is the first time I've ridden in the passenger side," I tell him, and he grins.

"I'm honored to get to be your first, again."

"You should be!" I tease him. "Here, let's sync your iPhone first and your voice.

" I wait patiently as he adjusts the seat, the mirrors, the climate control, making Everything customized for him, even his music playlist and the car syncs his settings to his voice.

"I feel like I'm watching you do a preflight, Flyboy. " He looks so damn handsome.

He smiles at me when he is finally ready to drive. "I want to push her and see what this baby will do!"

"She has a racing clutch. It is a very small sweet spot."

"So, I heard! Let me make her purr."

"Go for it!"

He drives down the drive too fast, hugging the corners. When he has her pointed in the direction of The Stallion, he looks at me. "Sit back and be amazed."

"I truly am!"

The Flyboy handles her with the precision skill of a pilot, making her purr. The look of sheer pleasure on his face gives me happiness. I lean back to enjoy the ride, watching his face as he tops her out over 100mph. He looks so young and happy. Big boys enjoy big toys.

We arrive at The Stallion in no time to find the parking lot packed.

Aurei decides not to park her there and instead opts to park across the road away from the other cars.

It's a pretty good hike in these heels, but I don't fuss.

He locks me in as he walks around the front, grinning at me, then opens my door.

"You were about to get out by yourself, weren't you? "

"Yes, I was," I admit. He offers his hand and helps me out, then scoops me up like I'm a feather again, making me giggle. "I had a dream you were my hero coming to save the day."

"I know. You talk in your sleep."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do, and you did." He grins at me, teasing, then he mimics me. "Are you Napoleon?" He chuckles and says in his own voice that shows surprise at the question. "No." Then he mimics me again. "Are you the Lone Ranger?" He chuckles using the same surprised voice. "No."

I swat his chest. "I sort of remember that." I laugh with him. "What else did I say?"

"Then you picked your head up, looked at me, and said, 'Ah, it's you. You are my hero.'" He grins at me now. "I've been called a lot of things in my life, Wild Thang, but hero isn't one of them."

"What did you say?"

"Well, of course, I said, 'yes, I am.' Then you asked, 'Will you save me?' I had no idea who you saw in your dream after Napoleon and the Lone Ranger. I thought maybe Iron Man, but then you said something I will never forget."

"Shit! What did I say?"

"You said, 'You have saved me.'"

"Ah, that was sweet of me, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was."

"How did you respond?"

"I told you, 'Everything will be all right. I got ya.'"

"Hmm, I believe you." I reach up and trace his jaw with the tip of my finger. "Aurelius." He kisses the top of my head. "Maybe I will change my superhero choice after all."

He chuckles, and I lay my head on his chest. "I like being the hero that saves you."

When we get to the parking lot, he gives me a quick butterfly kiss as he sets me down. "I love that you don't wear gobs of makeup and lipstick. It makes kissing you so much more enjoyable."

"I wear a lot of it when I'm performing, especially as Surreal. Makeup is for transforming your looks. A good makeup artist can work magic, and we have some of the best in the world."

We cinch hands as we walk across the pavement to the long line waiting to get in the club. "Is it always this crowded?"

"It's Ladies Night."

"On Saturday?"

"It's not every Saturday, just tonight and next Saturday."

"Why?"

"Classes are rotating for the next two weeks, so they accommodate the incoming and graduating. There's a lot of pent-up pressure needing to be released."

A couple comes out, arm in arm. Before they get to where we are, they start trying to undress each other. The guys in line and a few of the girls catcall, encouraging them with "Git 'er, boy" and "Attaboy!"

"You mean, there's a lot of pent-up penis pressure with a lot of pussy needing pounding."

"Affirmative."

I do a quick headcount—sixty people in front of us and now 20 behind us, with more, showing up continuously.

The door opens, and a bouncer stands in it counting heads.

The music from the open door is blasting Miley Cyrus.

My toe starts to tap. I can't wait to get inside and dance.

He goes back in, and the music stops. It gets quiet again.

"Hmmm."

"What?" Aurei asks when I pull out my phone.

"I have an idea. Hang on a minute." I google The Stallion, then hit call when it comes up. I stick my finger in my ear and step away from the line to talk. A bartender answers the phone, and I ask for him to send the bouncer back out. When I hang up, I tell Aurei. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

"What are you up to?" He asks as he frowns, but he doesn't follow me.

"Don't worry. No trickery. Only a good business tip."

I type on my phone my idea as I walk toward the door.

The bouncer busts through, expecting to find a fight, but instead sees me waving as I walk toward him.

He walks up impatiently, but I smile and simply hold my phone for him to read.

He scans my text, looks at me astonished, nods, and goes back inside.

I think he liked my idea.