Page 55 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

I hand him the cup of coffee and giggle, knowing he has been wondering that the entire time. I'm such a naughty tease. "Of course!" I bat my eyes innocently.

The crinkle at his eyes appears as he takes the cup from me and sips it. "Ah! That's good."

"Do you mean the coffee or my panty-ed pussy?"

He chuckles, "Both."

As he leans back in the chair and answers my original question, I see over his shoulder a chic woman around forty rise from her table and glance at us.

"The meeting went well. Carlo fired the person responsible. He apologized for their lack of judgment. What did you order for breakfast, Hongry Thang?"

I laugh at his Alabama accent. "Sausage."

He laughs at my answer. "Of course." He slides his open hand across the table to me.

My eyes fall to his golden hand, and I reach across, slipping mine into it.

He pulls it to his lips as he leans down and kisses my open palm, then tickles it saying, "I thought I might let you eat my sausage for dessert. "

"Mmm." The sensation is pure orgasmic. My clit pulsates, my pussy lurches, and my feet tingle. "Sounds delish!"

Aurei blows a stream of air on the wet spot on my palm, and I tease him. "You know how much I love your sausage."

He grins a 'sexy as hell' sideways grin and sits back up again. "Yes, I do."

When I look up, the chic lady has stopped directly behind his chair and is eyeballing me, all bitchy and snobby-like with disdain on her face. As if I've intruded on her intimate moment with my man. I've run into her kind all my life—the judgmental elite.

He has no idea she is there and strokes my hand. "Did you order my eggs?"

It's such a simple question, but I want to hug him for it. I give him a smile filled with gratitude and answer louder than necessary. "Yes, dear, I ordered your eggs."

She steps closer, and her possessive expression pisses me off. I lean toward him, smashing my tits onto the table, and his eyes fall to my cleavage. I lower my face until we make eye contact again, and I whisper, "Bitch alert."

His relaxed smile freezes, then he frowns at me. "Pardon?"

Nodding my head and gesturing with my eyes, I indicate a person is standing right behind him. He sits up in his chair and turns to look.

She lays a possessive hand on his shoulder and speaks to him, "Ciao, Maximus." Her expression as she speaks Italian is beautiful and inviting. When she looks at me, her smug expression says they've known each other for years.

I try to withdraw my hand from his, but he closes his around it and holds it firm.

When I look at him, he is looking at me instead of her.

He wears an 'I'm extremely bored' expression.

A hint of a smirk crosses my face as I drop my eyes to the table to try to keep it from turning into an all-out grin.

I feel his middle finger touch my palm and tickle it, rubbing it back and forth.

My pussy throbs as the sensation reminds it what magic he can perform with that one middle finger.

I lift only my eyes to his face, afraid that I will be rude to this woman who has invaded our private meal.

He grins at me. I see his eyes flash wickedness, and then they cross, and he tilts his head.

I bust out laughing, and his body shakes as he laughs too.

The uninvited, rude bitch stops talking immediately, and Aurei stands, turning towards her.

He very casually says to her, but I recognize the undertones of a command. "Speak English, Adona."

Without so much as a bat of her eye, she does just that.

Fluent English with only the trace of her native Italian influence gushes forth from her mouth.

She leans forward and kisses him on each side of his cheeks.

Her expression is euphoric as her face touches his and her eyes close.

When she pulls back, she looks him in the eye and gives him a very intense searching gaze.

He stands tall and is unintimidated by her piercing look.

After a moment, she smiles at him and reaches up to touch his arm, intimately laying her hand on him.

Ice flows in my veins, looking at her hand resting on him.

Her voice is sweet but filled with hurt as she speaks.

Her expression matches it while she looks at him.

"You have been gone too long, my old friend.

" She doesn't wait for him to answer, and he doesn't. "I have missed you.

Have you been well? Is business good? Tell me, why have you been absent for so long? "

Aurei's response is perfect, and her reaction is priceless.

He simply stares at her with a polite smile on his face and allows her to discover for herself.

She looks from his face to her hand on his arm, longing flashes across it, then she looks back up at him.

His expression is even. No emotion. He watches her, though, and I get the distinct sense that he is tense under the surface and ready to respond if she so much as steps over an invisible line.

They have intimate history. Her eyes fall down his muscular arm, and her expression is soft until she sees that when he stood, he didn't let go of me.

He kept my hand securely in his. Subconsciously, I squeeze his hand as her expression changes instantly from warm to cold, and if eye daggers could kill, I would be dead.

Angry words escape her mouth in Italian, and Aurei stuns me with his response.

He simply sits back down, turning his back on her.

My mouth falls open, but I quickly shut it when he gives me his killer wink, and I feel his finger-tickling me again.

He isn't the least bit affected by this outburst. I look around the restaurant and realize no one is paying any attention, not even the waiters.

When she marches around to stand between us, more angry words erupt from her mouth, and her hands start to gyrate as she spews.

Aurei lets go of my hand and sits back in his chair.

Looking up at her expressionless, his face looks calm, but his body language says a storm is brewing.

I watch, feeling like a tiger poised to pounce if the prey moves the wrong way.

Adona appears not to be aware of this as she continues her Italian rant.

Damn lady, you are rude.

Never once cutting his eyes my way, Aurei ignores me and continues to listen to her tirade, appearing to sit patiently, allowing her to vent, but I know him better than that already.

His jaw is set tight. There is a slight narrowing in his eyes.

His full heart-shaped lips show a little compression.

The longer she goes on, the angrier I get.

When I see his hand clench air, then open and flex. ...

That's it! I'm done with you!

I jump up out of my seat, and my chair falls over backward. I startle her so badly, she jumps, and her eyes bug as she finally looks away from Aurei and acknowledges me. She looks at me like I'm crazy, but at least she has stopped talking. My turn to fill the air.

"I don't know exactly what the fuck you are saying, and frankly, I don't fucking care!

I don't give a damn who you are, or what history the two of you had , but no one deserves to be talked down to like you are talking down to him.

Especially this man, my man, who sits here too much of a gentleman to stop you, but I'm standing here, not enough of a lady to let you continue.

" I point my finger at her, poking the air. "You need to shut the fuck up!"

She looks from me back to Aurei and says to his smirk in perfect English. "Who is she? Ah ... ah...." She struggles with the word.

If she says ho, I'm gonna kick her ass.

He smiles as he gets up, walks around to me, and picks the chair up. He gestures with his golden hand for me to sit as he pushes it under me, then he kisses the top of my head.

"A bimbo! Is she your bimbo?"

Bimbo? I almost lose it. My poker face slides down to keep from laughing out loud. Bimbo? Really?

Aurei chuckles as he walks back around to sit down again. When our eyes connect, he sees mine twinkling at him, and he laughs. "No. She is def not a bimbo." Then he leans back and flags the waiter to bring our food. The waiter rushes into the kitchen to get it.

He is enjoying the bimbo remark. Good. I wiggle to scoot back in the chair. She's lucky she used bimbo. Otherwise, I might have opened the can of whoop-ass I was about to tell her about.

Adona turns her back on me again and addresses Aurei. "Is SHE what has kept you away from me, Maximus?" Her arm flings her hand in my direction for emphasis.

Bitch! Give it a break! I move to the edge of my seat, ready to pounce if she crosses his line.

He has eyes only for me as he answers her, and they hold the unspoken word. "Yes and no."

"Who is she? Your new assistant?"

I pooch my lips, tapping my foot, working on my anger management, and only the look in his eyes keep me in my chair.

"No. She doesn't work for me."

"Who is she? Some relative from America?"

"No. Def not." He smirks.

"An old army buddy?" Her accent exposes itself with those words.

His smirk busts into a grin. "She is a buddy, but not from the military. She's a bosom buddy."

My lips smirk despite my anger.

"Bosom buddy? I do not know this term." She looks over her shoulder my way but doesn't look at me. "She is not a model. She is too short."

He corrects her. "She's petite." I wink at him, and he smiles his beautiful smile.

She turns now to look at me down her haughty nose. "She is fat."

My lips flatten into a hard straight line, and my blood pressure shoots up.

He winks that killer wink again, still smiling. "She is voluptuous."

Only his smile, his words, and his expression keep me in my seat.

Belittling bitch!

"She is ugly."

With that remark, he cuts his eyes at her. His look tells her, 'you and I both know that isn't true.'