Page 31 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

No. I don't even know his first name but his last name is Moore.

I can tell you want Moore. ;D

Oh yeah! I'm dreaming of more with Moore.

Hey, I have to run. Call me with details.

Ok. I miss you! Give the girls my love and Bart too.

I will. Laters

And she's gone.

I should snap a picture of Mr. Sexy to send to her. Maybe this weekend over wine. No, before wine, when we still have our clothes on. I smile at the naughty thoughts of how we will drink the merlot. I better get off this bed before I satisfy myself. I want to be ready for his fireworks.

I spend the rest of the night working on the moves to the "Happy" video and taking notes. I leave my doors open on the balcony to listen for Moore's truck, but he doesn't come home.

Before bed, I go onto the balcony. The night air is pleasant, and the moon is up, so I decide to sit a bit. Maybe I can catch a glimpse of Mr. Sexy walking like a God from his truck to the building.

"God, I have got it bad for him."

I wake and look at my phone. It is well after midnight. Moore is partying with the bros. I finally give it up and go to bed.

Thursday morning, the sun has to wake me. When I check the time, I freak!

SHIT! I'm going to be late!

I throw on my suit and run to my car. Once I'm on the road, I make up the time easily. Walking in with a minute to spare, no one notices, and I take my seat behind my desk.

Charlie and TD are not in yet. They arrive mid-morning in golf shirts.

Charlie greets me. "Good morning, Siri."

TD mimics him. "Good morning, Siri."

"Morning. Did y'all have a successful trip?"

Charlie replies then winks at TD. "Yes, we did. Did you miss us?"

I roll my eyes at them.

TD chimes in. "Of course she did. Right?"

"Umm-hmm." I lie.

Charlie, who considers himself a serious playboy, is in his early thirties but tells everyone he is in his late twenties.

Tall, dark, and handsome, I'm sure, have always been used to describe him.

He is physically fit and a stud by most standards.

He grew up in Live Oak, graduated college, moved back home, was hired by Mr. Connors, and has worked here since.

On more than a few occasions, I've caught him staring at me from his office. He would be a regular in Been Jammin's VIP lounge.

Then there is Thomas David. TD for short. He brags, "TD is short for Touch Down, baby. I always score." But I seriously doubt that.

TD is a transplant. A total metro man complete with manicured nails.

His white-blonde hair is shoulder length, and he styles it with a big hairbrush for extra body.

He is short but cute. His deep blue eyes are his best feature.

His pale complexion requires a tanning bed to maintain color.

His teeth are slightly crooked, but he bleaches them, so it's less obvious.

He's a spoiled, rich kid. He dropped out of college, and his mother called in a favor from Mr. Connors to land his job. TD's type tip extraordinary amounts for the attention. I don't care for them. It rubs me wrong because it isn't their hard-earned cash. His claim to fame is a fire-red Porsche.

The phone rings. "Run along, you two. Someone around here is working." Turning my back, I answer it as they each go into their offices.

It's Charlie's young wife, Mandy. "Siri, hey, this is Mandy." She whispers. "Don't tell Charlie I called. I want to surprise him. Is he in yet?"

"Yes, ma'am. That's right."

She giggles. "Good. I went shopping and have a new outfit to show him."

"He will like that."

She giggles again. I suspect Mandy isn't in her twenties. "Is TD in too?"

"Yes, ma'am. That is correct."

"Good. My outfit will make his eyes pop out of his head." She giggles so hard she can barely breathe.

It makes me chuckle despite my professional attitude. "He would enjoy that very much. Will you be stopping by later on to demonstrate your products?"

"Oh, you are good, Siri. Yes, I'm on my way now. Charlie was gone five whole days! I need a good fucking."

"Yes, ma'am. Please don't describe it to me. Save your sales pitch for him."

She giggles again. "I like you, Siri."

"Likewise, ma'am. See you soon." I hang up the phone and doodle a pretend note.

Mandy occasionally surprises Charlie with an office fuck.

She pops in, does Charlie, then pops out.

But after TD started working, the dynamic changed.

As soon as she left Charlie's office, TD came out of his.

He stood at the glass door practically panting as he watched her climb into her baby blue Mazda Miata, pick up her recently acquired, enormous tits, and positioned them so she could steer, then drove away.

"DAMN," is the only word he said.

Then Charlie came out of his office, strolled to the water cooler, poured himself a cup, sipped it slowly, then turned to look at TD. The two men exchanged a meaningful look that turned into a knowing grin, then they both returned to their offices without saying a word.

TD wants Mandy, Mandy wants TD, and Charlie wants to watch. I know I could really make their budding threesome awesome.

I might just write Mandy the note when I leave.

For the next hour, I look for Mandy's Miata to pull in the lot, but she never shows.

The phone rings. "Connors Chemical Corporation. This is Siri. How may I direct your call?"

"Siri, this is Mandy. My mom stopped by. I won't be coming in this morning after all."

She sounds like she has been crying. "I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?"

"No. I just wanted you to know. Thanks."

Hanging up the phone, I stare at it concerned. She is always so happy and bubbly. To think she has been crying breaks my heart.

I immediately think of Lei. She came from an abusive family, but she made a better life for herself, and she enjoys that life to the fullest. Mandy is a lot like Lei.

Suddenly, Charlie snatches open his office door, and as he hurries out, he tells me, "I won't be back today. Something unexpected has come up."

"Yes, sir," I tell him, but I'm thinking, 'Good. Your wife needs you.'

After lunch, I walk back to Mr. Connor's office and knock. When no one answers, I leave my payroll evaluation papers in his inbox outside his door along with a resignation letter thanking him for allowing me the opportunity to be a part of his company.

I have one more day with Connors Chemical Corporation. Then my time is my own again.

TD comes out of his office several times in the afternoon to chat me up, but I pretend to be busy. He doesn't need any encouragement.

At 3:45, I straighten my desk, waiting for 4 o'clock sharp. The plan tonight to see Mr. Sexy is simple. I will listen at my door for him to leave, then I will go down in the elevator with him to my car.

Suddenly, TD comes out of his office in a full-blown panic.

I put my hand to my heart. "TD, what's wrong? Is it Mandy?"

He doesn't hear me. He rants as he paces back and forth.

"Goddammit, Rachael. You Bitch! You can't cancel now!

There isn't enough time to find someone else!

Goddammit!" He puts his fingers in his mouth and chews his manicured nails, then starts pacing again.

"I finally get an invitation to the cocktail party tomorrow night, and you dump me the day before?

Fuckin' cunt, some friend you are! That's just like you, though, leaving me high and dry!

" He runs his fingers through his hair. "What am I going to do? "

I listen as he blows off steam, ranting about being inducted into the local big money boys exclusive circle, but he can't go alone.

He has to have a date. Then he turns on his heel, walks over to my desk, puts both hands on it, and leans toward me.

"What are you doing tomorrow night, Siri? Would you consider going with me?"

"No," I answer automatically.

He throws his hands up, spins around, and starts pacing again. He turns to me and begs. "PLEASE! I am desperate here! I have to have a date. I can't go alone, and I don't know anyone else in this fucking hell hole I can ask. Please!"

He gets down on his knees, crawling to me. "Pretty please! With sugar on top and all that shit girls want to hear." When he reaches me, he tries to take my hand.

I pull it away and wave him off, laughing at him. "Get up! Someone will see you and get the wrong idea."

His devious eyes light up. "If you don't say you will go, I am going to run to the back offices and tell everyone we fucked up here on your desk."

Spoiled fucker! You would resort to blackmail.

"TD, I don't give a shit what any of them think of me."

He looks into my eyes and sees the truth, then his bottom lip starts to tremble, and he looks away, completely dejected.

Fuck! I hate to see a grown man cry. I hate to see anyone cry. I take a deep breath, and my gut screams NO as I give in. "Okay, I will go, but only as a colleague."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He rushes towards me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. STOP right there." I throw my hands up to block him.

He stops his advance, then runs his hands under his hair, fluffing it as he regains his composure.

"I will go with one condition. Are you listening?"

He looks at me. "Yes. I'm listening."

"You understand, this is NOT a date. I am only a stand-in for the girl who canceled. I am not a friend. I am a colleague, doing another colleague a favor. That is all! This is NOT a date. AND.…"

"NOT a date. No problem. Got it! And?"

"I have one rule."

"Okay. I can handle one rule. What is it?"

"Rule #1: No touching!"

He blinks, then laughs. "I thought you were going to say I can't drink and drive."

"You won't be doing that either, but no touching is a hard rule. Deal? "

"Deal." He sticks his hand out for me to shake.

I raise my eyebrows. "Really, TD? No touching means NO touching. None, nix, nada, null, zero on the touching."

He smiles down at me with a crooked smile that looks like Charlie's playboy smile. My eyes want to roll, but I maintain focus. "But I'm Touch Down, Baby. Women can't resist my charms. I always score!"

I smile sweetly up at him and give it to him firmly. "Thomas David, don't be a shit. I can back out."

He puts his hands up, covering his chest, and backs away, playing the charming misunderstood douche. "No foul!"

"TD, don't underestimate me. No touching means no touching, and I will enforce it. "

He laughs. "Got it." He spins away on his heel, taking off to his desk.

I shake my head. This is not a good idea. I glance at the clock on the wall. It's 4 o'clock. I am out of here.