Page 32 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

As I park in my spot alongside the Raptor, Moore is almost at his truck. My heart flips with how gorgeous he is. As soon as he sees me, he smiles that sexy, relaxed smile and changes direction.

He opens my door, offering his hand to help me out.

I take it and enjoy the tingle he gives me.

I swing my legs like a lady. Knowing I could easily give him a glimpse of my diva-ness, but not wanting to give him too much too early, and knowing if his thunder flashed across his face, I would give it up right here.

Instead, I give him my sweetest smile. "Hi."

"Hi. Did you have a nice day at the office?" He pulls me to my feet.

"It was ok. But I'm glad tomorrow's my last day. I've had enough of the boring life."

He squeezes my hand slightly. "Are you leaving?"

"Not Live Oak, just the job. I'm going to hang around here a little while longer."

He smiles. "Glad to hear that. I thought you were going to say you were leaving for Vegas next week." He is still holding my hand, and my skin is tingling so bad it tickles.

"That was the original plan, but I changed my mind recently. I have some rainchecks to cash."

His thumb starts stroking my fingers as his smile turns into a grin. He pulls me to him and closes my door. We stand there looking into each other's eyes, and the electricity starts to build. My eyes drop to his lips. I want to kiss him so bad.

His grin vanishes, and I look into his eyes. Hunger stares back. Then it vanishes, and he steps around me, letting my hand go. The tingling stops, and I miss it.

Wanting to touch him, the thought of reaching for his hand crosses my mind, but he walks out of reach to the hood of my car, leans over, giving me an eyeful of his perfect fucking muscle, and puts his hands on her. "This is an extraordinary car." He tells me.

I walk up to stand next to him. Closer than acquaintances. Wanting to feel his aura. I lovingly stroke her. "Yes, it is. Most people don't realize that I drive an extraordinary car. They only see the Mustang body style."

"I'm not like most people." His smile exudes confidence. His gaze leaves the car and comes to rest on my face. "This baby has a lot of muscle under the hood."

I grin. No doubt there is. I bump him with my ass. "I assure you, I can handle it." I drop my eyes to his crotch. "Fast and furious, screaming." I lift hair, then toss it gently side to side. "Or nice and slow, making it moan. Either way, it will be a wild ride." I look into his face.

His eyes hood as his hungry expression returns. "Wild Thang," he says.

I give him a wink.

"Same Love" by Macklemore begins to play. I raise my eyebrows, completely surprised.

He smirks, "My sister, "as he answers his phone. "What, Baby Sister? Yes! I'm still coming." He rolls his eyes at me and laughs. "I will be there in a little while. Chill out! I ran into a friend. I love you too." He hangs up.

Sweet Zeus! This man is awesome! Not only is he unashamed in the Deep South to play a song about gay love, but he easily says 'I love you' to his 'Baby Sister!' My heart melts.

He smiles as he reaches for my hand. "I have to go."

As soon as they touch, the spark is back. "So I heard."

He closes the distance between us, and his expression is the sincere one. My heart is a complete puddle. I look at him from under my eyelashes, asking him to kiss me.

Then my stomach growls … really loud!

Mortified, I close my eyes.

He laughs, "Sounds like you need to eat."

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

"How about another raincheck?"

His tone is casual, and I open my eyes, knowing the moment just slipped away. "Sure. For what?"

"A ride in your car." He squeezes my hand and leans toward me. "My choice of fast and furious or nice and slow."

I stop breathing, and my knees get weak as I turn my face up for his kiss.

But … his sister calls back, and "Same Love" blasts us again.

We laugh into each other's faces. He takes a step back, drops his head, and shakes it. "I can't catch a break." He hits ignore on his phone.

I squeeze his hand and quickly step forward, trying to salvage the moment. "I would love another raincheck. Your choice. Fast and furious or nice and slow."

His smile is sexy as hell, but his phone goes off again.

I shake my head, laughing, "I can't catch a break either." I spin him around and push him towards his truck. "Go. It must be really important."

"My calendar is clear on Sunday." He says as he gets in his truck. His window opens.

I confirm, "Def on Sunday then."

He gives me a head nod. "See ya, Wright." Then he answers his phone, puts it in reverse, and backs out.

I wave, "Ciao."

Walking to our building, the warmth of being in his presence feels so good. I like you, Mr. Moore. I really do.

Once in my apartment, I strip, put on a lace robe, make myself a salad, and go out to the balcony to eat. As I munch, I start to laugh. I'm ready to do this dude, and I don't even know his first name. Ok. That is priority #1. I have to learn more about Moore fast because once we kiss, it'll be on.

I finish my salad, take the bowl to the sink, and wash it. Then get to work on the theatrical challenges of Surreal's performance of "Happy," jotting notes for James.

Note: Find a hat identical to Pharrell's. It is perfect to stuff my hair in.

Note: Make sure Bart contacts the agents for Steve Carell, Kelly Osbourne, Jimmy Fallon and the other celebrities in the video for pop in guest appearances.

Note: Incorporate going in and out of Pharrell's character to the dancers that would be believable.

Note: Check with Criss Angel. See if he would be willing to help with the bait and switch moves.

By the time I hear the Raptor in the parking lot, I have memorized the first portion of the video. I walk out onto the balcony to watch the Golden God park. He looks up to my balcony immediately and waves as he walks in front of the headlights.

I wave back. Yeah, I got it bad for you.

Once he is in the building, I shut my balcony doors, turn my computer off, and go to bed. Not trusting either of us to be able to say no.

When I arrive at work, TD is waiting for me. He opens the front door. "I have to go to the other office today. There's an issue I have to handle. Let me have your digits. I will pick you up at 7."

"No. I am not giving you my personal number. You can use Facebook to contact me."

He presses his lips together. "Fine. The attire is semiformal. Wear something sexier." He looks at my breasts, then my face, and finds a severe smirk on it. "Pretty please with sugar on top?"

"Go before I change my mind."

He opens the door, takes a step out, then backtracks. His charm is turned on high. "Thanks, colleague, for doing this for me."

I nod. "You're welcome."

My last day is uneventful. At 4 o'clock, I hug the few people who bothered to come by to wish me well.

As I pull out of the parking lot of Connors Chemical Corporation for the last time, I thank my lucky stars that I went to Vegas and became a dancer instead of an accountant.

Sitting at a red light, my phone vibrates. There's a Facebook message from TD. I swipe it open and read.

The cocktail party is pushed to 10. Something about a flight being delayed. I will pick you up at 9:15. If that's ok? Please let it be ok, with sprinkles on top?

I smirk at my phone. He's pouring it on thick!

It's ok.

When I pull into the parking lot, Mr. Moore is gone. Fuck! I need my Golden God fix for the day.

Maybe my office spy knows where Mr. Moore is. When I enter, instead of Mrs. Smith, I find Lucy sitting at her desk.

Lucy is a petite Asian woman about the same age as Mrs. Smith, who handles the collections and evictions. She's perfect for the position. She's cold and distant—the opposite of Mrs. Smith.

Lucy is looking over some papers, and I hope the woman who was crying the other morning isn't getting evicted. I need to remember to chat Mrs. Smith up about her. If she needs help with her rent, I could slip a money order under the door and get her out of a pinch.

When I knock, Lucy looks up. "Hello, Lucy. It's good to see you." She nods but doesn't say anything. "Is Mrs. Smith around?"

"No." She goes back to studying the papers she has in her hand.

"Will she be back today?"

"No," Lucy speaks broken English with a heavy accent, but she understands it perfectly.

"Did her daughter have the baby?"

"Yes." Lucy smiles at me. "A girl."

"Oh, that's wonderful! I know she is thrilled!"

"Yes. You need help?"

"No."

She nods, and I leave, knowing when Mrs. Smith returns, she will no longer be obsessing over her cats.

The first thing I do in my apartment is open the balcony doors. Then I strip, throw on a tank top and yoga shorts. I have four hours to kill before TD picks me up. I will call Cat in a bit. Maybe she can chat.

I grab my iPhone, a beer from the fridge and go out onto the balcony. I plop down in my lounge chair, then take a long drag on the bottle. Ah! There is nothing like the first taste of an ice-cold beer on a hot, humid day. I hum "Halo" softly as I text Cat.

Call me when you can chitchat a little.

Laying my head back to enjoy the sun and slowly sipping my brew, my thoughts return to Mr. Sexy.

Yay! It's the weekend of Moore and me. I grin wickedly at the sky. I can't wait to explore him. To run my hands over that fine fucking muscle.

My palms itch, thinking of his hot golden skin with the soft golden hair and how it will tickle as I slide them over it.

I suck hard on the bottle. I wonder how big his penis is. I hope it isn't extra-large. I've seen small pythons before. Lei says they are a bit much, even for her.

My guess is six to eight inches. And I am sure he knows how to wield it! My hand slides down between my legs and rubs my pussy. I can't wait to feel him in me! I am horny as hell for him!

Stop! I stand up before I start masturbating. I want the fucking fireworks finale!

Leaning against the rail, looking out over the parking lot, I finish my beer.

"Brick House" starts to play.

Cat!