Page 24 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

His eyes grab and hold mine again, and I feel the power of his aura when he arrives. He stands tall, towering over me, and the space between us becomes thick with electricity.

He doesn't say anything. He simply bends over and reaches for my phone. My body tunes into his in a way I've never experienced with another man before, and it feels like a million butterflies are soaring inside.

"I believe you dropped this … again," he says, and his face tilts to look up at me.

My mouth goes dry, and my heart skips a beat in shock. The overhead light shines unguarded into his eyes, and they are emerald green!

Fuck me! This man is gorgeous.

I am dumbfounded, and as he stands, I stare into his peaceful pools.

He holds out his hand and says, "Here you go."

I force my eyes to look down at my phone cradled in his palm. For a moment, I just stare, hesitating. Knowing that when I touch him, our chemistry will explode, and it's a genie that won't go back in the bottle.

Then I reach for my phone, and his big hand closes over mine, holding it hostage, ensuring that the electric current surges into me. With the speed of light, it travels up my arm and down to my clit, where it pops.

My eyes shoot back to his, and his crinkle like he knows what just happened.

I whisper, "Thanks."

"You're very welcome," rumbles from his chest.

Then he backs away, holding my hand until the distance pulls it from his, and I melt with the subtle meaning that he didn't want to let me go.

He turns and walks off to join Mrs. Smith, who has waited patiently at the elevator.

Thoroughly enchanted, I admire his retreating manliness.

He is confident but not cocky.

His shoulders are very broad.

His waist is very small.

His legs are straight.

His posture is perfect.

His gait is strong.

He glides with masculine grace.

I watch his ass moving in his jeans.

It is to die for! My mouth waters.

He is some kind of sexy.

Mrs. Smith leans around his torso so she can see me. "Miss Wright, didn't I see you with groceries earlier?"

He stops with her words and turns for my answer.

"Yes, ma'am."

"You will have time to put them away while I show the apartment. Why don't you ride up with us? "

Excellent idea, Mrs. Smith!

"Yes, ma'am. I will." I manage not to sound as pumped about it as I am, but my eyes sparkle sassily into Mr. Sexy's, and he grins at me.

Now, it's my turn to captivate you and take your breath away.

I am a lot more than your average sweet southern girl.

I walk-trot up the short distance to him, bouncing my braless tits.

His eyes fall to watch their fluid dance, and I'm glad I went with an off-shoulder, ruched crop top today.

Its form molding design hides everything without hiding anything.

I stop in front of him. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all." His honest grin assures me, then he ushers me toward the elevator. "Ladies first."

I smirk hard with that label, then strut my Vegas diva stuff for him, knowing his eyes are glued to my ass.

Teasing is what I do best.

When I pass Mrs. Smith into the elevator, I wink at her. "Thank you."

She smiles knowingly. "You're welcome, dear."

I take up position on the back wall and lean against it. Mr. Sexy stands beside me. The sexual current sparks between us, but we stare straight ahead like polite strangers do.

When Mrs. Smith reaches out to push the buttons, our eyes are locked on her hand, wanting to know where the apartment is in relation to mine.

She pushes … one button … #9, and we both smile.

The available apartment is on my floor. Woohoo!

The doors close, and immediately the temperature inside begins to rise.

"It's awfully warm in here. The air conditioning must be broken." Mrs. Smith takes her phone out to text maintenance.

Mr. Sexy shifts his shoulders to watch me as the elevator rises, and I glance up at him. The intensity of his expression makes those million butterflies take flight, and the tips of my tits, elongate and harden, pushing against the soft lace top, thrilled with his attention.

He grins, knowing the effect he is having on me, and his relaxed body language tells me, he is experienced in seduction and used to dominating the dynamic.

But I know the effect I have on men too. Sexy is what I do! Pushing a man's buttons is what I do best. And this man's buttons have never been pushed very far. He's used to getting what he wants without being challenged.

Let's see how you react to this.

I fold my arms under my breasts and pinch the fabric of my top to secure it in place. Then I inhale a deep lung expanding breath. The elastic edge slides down as my voluptuous tits raise.

I hear a hum within his throat, and I can't help the satisfying smirk that flits across my face.

That is one sexy, involuntary growl.

The elevator stops, and the doors slide open. Mrs. Smith exits, turning to the right.

I glance up at him as I push off the wall, and his expression says, 'touché' as he waves me forward.

I glide out, turning left toward my apartment.

As they walk down to the other end of the hall, I hear Mrs. Smith blabbing about the furnishings that are included if he needs it furnished.

I pace my steps to arrive at my door at the same time they arrive. When I hear her jingle the keys, I look at them. He looks back to find me as she enters the room, but he stands outside watching me.

I open my door and flash him a smile.

He grins as he follows Mrs. Smith in.

Yeah, baby! He is totally captivated.

When the door closes behind me, I lean against it and let the million butterflies giggle.

"This guy has IT … in droves! Fuck the groceries!"

I rush to the bathroom to check my reflection, and happiness beams back at me. My eyes are twinkling like crazy!

I comb my fingers through my platinum blonde hair, fluffing it for a sexy tousled look. Then I adjust the ruched crop top for maximum effect, pulling it down even lower to expose my cleavage.

Returning to the door, I listen for their voices. When I hear Mrs. Smith, I casually exit. As I close my door, she calls out. "Come on, Miss Wright. We will wait for you."

Mr. Sexy is standing beside Mrs. Smith with a smile on his face. When our eyes meet, he mouths, "Perfect," and his expression makes me feel that way.

Lengthening my stride so that my tits sway gently to the rhythm of my gait, I work it.

All men love bouncy tits.

His eyes fall to watch them.

When I reach the elevator, I play it cool, avoiding eye contact with him. Mrs. Smith glances up from her phone, smiles, then walks a few steps away to text in private.

Unable to resist, I look into Mr. Sexy's face. His intense gaze captures mine, but the expression in his eyes surprises me. They are not leering or heavily laden with lust. They are soft and sincere.

Mrs. Smith informs me as she pushes the elevator button, "Mr. Moore has decided to rent 9G."

I hold out my hand, thrilled he's going to be my neighbor. "Mr. Moore, welcome to Cloud 9."

As his beautiful golden hand engulfs mine, electricity sparks through me again.

His thumb strokes circles on my skin. Wave after wave of sweet sensations tickles my clit, making it pulsate softly.

Damn. Mr. Moore has some severe seduction skills!

The elevator arrives with a ding. Mrs. Smith looks up as she puts her phone in her pocket and laughs. "I've never thought of that. Cloud 9. That is very clever, dear."

After one last satisfying stroke with his thumb, he motions for me to lead him to the elevator.

"After you, my lady." He says softly.

Lady is never a term used to describe me, but I like how it makes me feel.

Following Mrs. Smith in, we move to the rear for the 'hot' ride down.

All I can think about is his rock-hard body and whether he wears boxers, briefs, or goes commando.

As soon as the doors close, he shifts his shoulders to study me again. I stare straight ahead, smiling, enjoying his attention.

After a few moments, I cut my eyes to read his expression. He shields the lust there with a smile.

Damn. He is fine!

Mrs. Smith remarks again about the air conditioning needing to be checked then apologizes to us for the heat.

"It's okay, Mrs. Smith. I am actually enjoying it." I flirt with him.

Mr. Sexy chuckles, and the sound is music to my ears.

Just then, the timer I set to end my meeting with Mrs. Smith goes off. "Wild Thing" sung by The Troggs fills the quiet.

Mr. Moore's eyebrows shoot up in total surprise.

Without giving it any thought, Seary, the stripper, begins to thump her hips to the beat.

I wrinkle my nose. I am full of surprises.

I can move you, make you sing, and make everything "groovy!"

An involuntary half-smile sneaks across his face as his eyes hood unable to hide the lust.

Damn, that look. You are one sexy fuck.

Mrs. Smith glances over her shoulder. "Someone significant, dear? That song was a hit way back when. Wow! That brings back memories of my first …. "

She proceeds to fill the air with blah, blah, blah.

Carefully taking my phone from my pocket, I turn it off, then shove it safely back down.

Swinging my hair to the side, I turn to flirt. But Mr. Moore is frowning, facing forward like the polite stranger he is. Turned off.

My heart seizes.

Shit, Siri! This is Alabama, for fucks sake. You can't dance like that. Now, he thinks you're a whore. And you know, there is no going back after that.

My chest starts to hurt as I face forward to stare at the door too. Bracing myself for his rejection.

As soon as the elevator arrives, Mrs. Smith moves into position to exit, blocking mine. Pushing off the wall, eager to get out, knowing there's no hope of salvaging my fuckup, I square my shoulders and own who I am.

I am not ashamed of what I do. I love my life.

I'm not just a stripper. I'm Seary, the headlining dancer at Been Jammin', the premier Gentlemen's Club on the Vegas strip, and I'm a star; I'm Surreal.

I live a life other people only dream of, and one day, I'll find a man who gets me and who will love all of who I am, including what I do.

I sigh, but fuck, I'm lonely.

As soon as the doors open, Mrs. Smith exits, and I take a step to follow. But Mr. Moore reaches out, laying his hand on my arm, touching it gently but firmly.

I close my eyes, dealing with the reality.

The way this man makes me feel ... the chemistry we have is special. He may not know that, but I do.

I let out a long defeated sigh. The electricity his touch sends through me now only amplifies the loneliness I feel from his rejection.

"Hey," his deep voice says softly, and I lift my face to his but avoid looking into his eyes, not wanting to scar my heart. "Is there someone significant in your life?"

I blink, frowning. "Pardon?"

He repeats the question. " Is there someone significant in your life?"

I lift my face to look directly into his eyes.

The intensity surprises me. There is real depth there, and truth stares at me.

He hasn't labeled me a whore. He is worried Mrs. Smith's implication was correct.

That I have "Wild Thang" on my phone because I have a significant other, and he doesn't share.

He's an alpha through and through. He wants me, but I must be all in.

Relief washes over me, and my eyes start to twinkle. I tip my head, letting my hair shield my face from the lobby, then looking up at him through my eyelashes, I give him my sweetest smile. My voice is light and teasing when I finally answer. "Not until an hour ago."

He rewards me with his big beautiful smile as he chuckles his relief.

The warmth of his reaction spreads through me and fills me with confidence. I stand to face him, toe to toe, as I return the challenging question because I don't share either.

"And you? Is there someone significant in your life?"

The elevator doors close, shutting out the world.

There is only us.

He puts his mouth next to my ear and says in a quiet voice that washes over me from my head to all ten toes. "Not until about an hour and 5 minutes ago."

I start to laugh, then hide my face in my hands, shaking my head. "I must have looked like the biggest goofball ever!" I peer over the tops of my fingers at him. "Can we erase that five minutes, please?"

He laughs at my expression, and the sound is infectious. I giggle as he taps his head. "Nope. Steel trap."

The elevator doors open again.

He waves me out first.

We exit laughing, walking side by side to the office where Mrs. Smith is patiently waiting for us.

He asks, "Wild Thang, huh?"

"It's just a favorite song. I set my timer earlier to make sure I didn't get trapped in the office listening to Mrs. Smith tell stories about her cats."

He throws his head back and laughs out loud.

My heart sings with the sound of his happiness.

He leans toward me and says with the song's correct voice inflection, "Groovy!"

I laugh out loud with him.

Mrs. Smith smiles at us both. "Well, it looks like you two have hit it off."

Neither of us comment. We just smile at each other.

"Mr. Moore, I will have the paperwork drawn up tomorrow."

"I will see you then." He answers her. He turns to face me, leans over just a bit to block her, and says softly so only I can hear. "I hope to see you tomorrow too, Miss Wright. "

The innuendo is clear, and I look one last time for today into those emerald green eyes and drink in that gorgeous, golden face. I whisper, "Ditto, Mr. Moore ."

He smiles, then turns and walks away.

I admire the view as I watch him go out the door and climb into the big badass Ford Raptor Special Edition Real 'Man' Truck.

Yes, of course, that is his ride.

I turn back to Mrs. Smith. She has been watching me watch him. "He is quite the handsome young man, isn't he?"

"Yes. He is."

When we go inside the office, there is a resident crying. Mrs. Smith rushes to her and puts her arm around her. The poor girl sobs in her embrace. Mrs. Smith asks me with her eyes. "Another time?"

I nod quietly and back out.

In the elevator, the song "Happy" starts to play again in my mind, but a Golden God with an emerald green gaze smiling at me replaces the dance routine.

Walking down the hall to my apartment, I decide not to text Cat about my return after all. I have some thinking to do.

Once inside, I get a beer from the refrigerator and take it onto the balcony. I sip it slowly, enjoying the cold brew on this mild day.

My life just changed in the span of an hour.

I sure didn't see Mr. Sexy in my stars.