Page 59 of Untouchable Billionaire
I try to keep the panic out of my voice."Mrs.Smith, now I am confused.Who rented the apartment?"
"Mr.Moore."
"I know Mr.Moore rented it but for whom?His buddy or himself?"I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.
"Well, that was curious too.He put his name on the lease."
I exhale the breath I was holding and blurt out."Fuck!You had me scared there for a moment."Then, I quickly blurt an apology."Oh hell, I'm sorry.Please, excuse my language."
She laughs a hearty belly laugh."My dear, Don't you worry about that.I've heard all those words before.I'm happy he rented it too.He does seem like such a nice young man, and you two would make quite a cute couple."
"Thanks, Mrs.Smith."I agree with her."So, do you know what day he is moving in?"
"Oh, yes, your welcome gift.Today."
Today!He is moving in today!YAY!I feel those damn nervous butterflies replace the breath held in my gut, but I'm okay with that.It beats a deflated balloon.
"Do you know what time?"
"No, only that it is today, but he isn't here yet."
"Thank you, Mrs.Smith."
"You're welcome, hun.We don't do enough for our servicemen and women."
"No, ma'am, we don't."
"You know I met my first husband at the gas station by the post gate.He looked so handsome in his uniform…."She blabs on while I dial our office number from line 6.When it rings, I politely tell her I have to answer that.
The rest of my day is spent answering the phones and doodling little hearts all over my pad while Mr.Moore's face constantly floats across my mind.
At 4 o'clock, I hit the door again, all smiles and butterflies knowing that tonight I will be enjoying Merlot and cookies for supper and who knows what for dessert.
When I pull into the parking lot at 4:20, his badass truck is parked next to my usual space, which is empty, so I whip right in—Showtime in fifteen.
Walking into the lobby, I glance at the office, and Mrs.Smith is standing in the doorway.She smiles and waves, then points upstairs and gives me the 'ok' sign, and I smile back and return it—nothing like having a spy and good Intel.
Once in my place, I hum "Happy" while I change into the same tangerine outfit, put the cookies in the oven on low, and tie a blue ribbon around the wine bottle.I find a basket to transport the cookies, put them on a plate, throw a towel over them, grab the bottle of wine and float down to 9G.
At the door, I lift the towel off the cookies letting their aroma fill the air.After several deep breaths to calm me, I raise my knuckles to knock.Mr.Moore pulls the door open, takes a step to come out, then stops, surprised to see me.He gives me his big beautiful smile."Miss Wright, I missed you yesterday."
My tummy lurches so hard I almost pee my pants.Fucking A!He is hotter than I remember!The light from the hall shines in his eyes and on his hair.They really are bright emerald green!And his sun-streaked highlights look like a halo—my mouth waters.
Managing somehow to keep my composure, I look around him into his apartment and see that it is dark."Is this a bad time?"I ask.
As he studies my outfit, the basket on my arm, and the bottle of wine in my hand, I study his face in greater detail.His dark, almost black, angled brows accentuate his eyes to perfection.His white teeth stand out against his tanned skin and are perfectly straight.His lips….
How could I have missed his lips?They are sculpted but not plump, nor are they tight; they are Goldilocks perfect.They are just right—full, sensual.I lick my own.
He inhales the scent of the cookies."Of course not.Please come in."He turns the lights back on and pulls the door all the way open, gesturing for me to enter.
When I walk in, I pause just inside.
"I can always find time for a beautiful woman who comes knocking on my door bearing gifts of cookies and wine."
The tone of his deep voice envelopes and caresses my ears.His hands brush my skin, and I feel the tingle he gives me as he lifts the basket off my arm, then takes the wine out of my hand.
As he walks away, I watch his perfect physique.I notice several very nice things.One, he is wearing a flight suit.Two, the flight suit shows off his perfect v-shaped body.Three, the flight suit shows off his killer, perfect, coffee-bean-shaped ass too.
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