Page 34 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

As he walks toward our building, he looks up to my balcony smiling. You know I watch for you. I wave then twirl around humming "Halo" again, ready to find out his name.

Going to my closet for my shoes, I slip into my wedge sandals then check my reflection in the mirror. My nipples are standing out happy at the thought of seeing him.

Sweet Zeus! I don't have a bra on. For the sake of time, I throw a baggy t-shirt over the tank. It doesn't hide them completely, but they don't lead the way either.

My plan is simple. I will be standing at the elevator door when it opens. I will say … something! He will say something. I will tell him my name, and he will say to me his.

There you go, perfect.

When I step out into the hall, I see Lucy walking toward me. Shit! Not now!

She throws her hand up in a wave to me. "I speak with you."

The elevator dings, and I hear the doors slide open.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Moore exits looking so fucking fine in that tank top. He completely fills out the large armholes with his massive chest and bulging back.

He pauses to look down the hall to my apartment, but when he sees me standing outside with Lucy, he turns to his place with his groceries. I watch his retreating figure over the top of Lucy's head.

She turns to see who I am gawking at, then turns back, frowning.

"Now? Lucy, it's Friday afternoon. Can't we do it another day, another time?"

"No. Now."

I open my door and invite her in. Maybe he has to make another trip. Don't panic. But hurry!

"When you go, we fix dis." She walks into the living room and stands by the stripper pole.

"Yes, I already paid to have the apartment returned to its original state." I head back to my door and wait for her. "We're good, aren't we?" I open the door for her.

"No. Not good. You pay rent too.

"Rent?" I hear the elevator ding. I stick my head out the door in time to see Moore walk in. I've only got a couple of minutes to ditch Lucy. I look back to see that she has crossed the apartment and is standing next to me at the door.

"Rent at repair."

"Oh! I understand. I have to pay rent the month they are restoring it."

"Yes." She nods and looks stern at me.

"Ok, I will pay it too."

"Ok, den." She smiles and follows me into the hallway.

As I walk to the elevator, I see that she is still standing at my door. "Is there something else?"

"When you pay?"

"I will pay it with this month's rent if that's good." I walk backward to the elevator.

She nods. "Yes. Good." She points to my doorknob. "We change dis too. No keys."

"Ok. Great."

"You in big hurry?"

"Yes, actually, I am."

"Ok, din." She walks away from my apartment. "We like parking idea too."

"Good." I slow down and wait for her to catch up.

"You get two free." She smiles at me.

"That's fantastic. Thanks."

"Umm-hmm."

At the elevator, I ask. "Are you going down or up?"

"Down."

I push the down button.

We stand there in silence, waiting for the elevator to arrive. When it dings, and the door opens, Moore steps out holding four bags of groceries.

His face lights up when he sees me. "Miss Wright."

He speaks to Lucy too. "Good afternoon, Lucy. How are you today?"

"Fine, Fly Boy." She barks. There is clear animosity in her tone. She brushes him aside, knocking his bags out of the way, and enters the elevator.

He starts to say something else but closes his mouth, stunned. The look on his face is priceless. I can't help but giggle. He winks at me, then heads down to his place. I stare after him, watching as he walks to his apartment.

Lucy holds the doors open for me. "You. Come." She commands me.

But what I hear is, 'you cum.' I whisper to myself. "I intend to." I rub my twitching palms down the fronts of my thighs, bending over slightly. Pushing my tits together, I smile at the motion of his perfect physique moving with perfect posture.

His tank top shows off his teres major and deltoid muscles, but it is his ass that holds my eye. His gluteus is maximus! The whole package walking away makes me whisper. "The man truly walks like a fucking God!"

Lucy asks, "What you say?"

When he reaches his door, he shifts the bags to one hand, pulls out his key, and looks back at me as he unlocks it.

Busted.

He grins and waits.

I grin and turn to Lucy. "Oh, I said, 'I've left my car keys, Oh my God.' You go on down without me."

"Mmmhmm." She shakes her head as the elevator doors close. "Fly Boys, day no good."

When I turn back to Moore, he has gone inside. I sigh as I start walking backward to my apartment. What if I walked down there, knocked, and said, 'How about that bottle of wine now?'

If I did that, I wouldn't be going to the cocktail party. Poor TD would cry for sure!

Be patient. You didn't get Moore's first name, but you got a killer wink.

One last obligation, then you can devote yourself totally to him. Finding out his name will pale compared to finding out what delights we will explore until May 1st.

Back in my bedroom, I hang my diva dress, my Black & Blue Baby, on the closet door. I stare at it in silence. There are so many great memories tied up in this dress. I've entertained so many people.

I have an awesome support team that makes everything run smoothly. When I return, I need to do something special for them to let them know how much I truly appreciate all they do. Maybe I will fly everyone to Colorado for a few days.

I should update my Facebook fan pages. I've been neglecting them. I open my Mac Book Pro and sit with my legs in a yoga stretch on the bed. I go to Facebook. I'm impressed every time I check my pages. The number of fans I have for Surreal is around 750k, but Seary has a very respectable 300k.

When I finish, I check the time. It's 8 o'clock—time to get ready.

After my shower, I apply a light brush of silver with a tad of smoky navy at the corners of my eyes. That will be enough to make my green eyes pop. I will turn heads, harden cocks, and wet pussies.

It will feel good to be a Diva again. Cat was right. I lovingly step into my Black & Blue Baby, then lean over so my boobs fall forward, pull the specially designed bodice in place, and close the miniature quick snap on the collar. When I straighten up, everything settles into place perfectly.

The diamond-shaped bodice has a tight choker-style collar of super soft black leather.

There are no sleeves and no back. It is made of a unique blend of spandex and microfiber in indigo blue and contains a sizeable heart-shaped hole cut in the bosom.

The top point of the heart lays at the top of my cleavage, flat against my breast bone.

It then goes up and out, rounds inward, barely missing my nipples, and ends at a point at the bottom of my cleavage.

Hidden in the lining are push-up pads, which keep my breasts plump in the heart hole and on full display.

A heavy black braid forms a bigger heart around the rest of the bodice.

It starts at the top of the open heart, but the sides of this heart go down the outside of my tits, hugging them and also serving to keep everything in place while I maneuver on the pole.

The sides move inward above my waist, traveling down below my navel and finishing at a point at my hidden heart.

I hear Cat's training voice. No one is immune to the sexual arousal tits stir within. No one!

The dress was designed so my DD's jiggle with a grace all their own when I strut. Like an ocean wave, the eyes are spellbound.

The super short, soft, black leather skirt also forms the shape of a heart both in the front and in the back.

The heart point in the front starts where the heavy black braid ends.

It arches up over my hips, then around to the back, where it hugs my full, firm ass like a glove.

Laying on the tops of my butt cheeks, the top point of the heart in the rear sits at the crack of my ass.

In the front and back, the hemline is cut at an angle so that only half of a bottom point is made, but the impression is of another heart shape.

From the back, the only fabric you see is what is covering my ass.

The cut, the lay, and the design allow the material to move when I strut in my stilettos with each cheek rolling, like a heart beating.

The whole dress is a fucking work of art!

Instantly, I feel like the million-dollar baby I am. The final touch is my black leather stilettos. I slip into them, then roll up in a classic stripper move, complete with a hair toss.

I'm feeling good!

As Surreal, I always wear my thick hair down with massive big curls streaked with blue and black hair paint and laced with gold. It's very dramatic, very fly!

I wear a belly dancer veil and full mardi gras mask to conceal my face and protect my identity.

But tonight, I will wear my hair up in a simple French twist. I dig around the dresser for my invisible clip.

Starting at the nape of my neck, I form the simple knot, then tuck the ends in and secure it.

When I look in the mirror, it hangs softly.

Now, to pull out a few small, long strands around the nape and …

wha la, an air of elegance while remaining cool and sexy.

Now the only problem is a handbag. A heavy strap will interfere with my cleavage, but I am not going off with TD without protection.

I wonder if I brought my black leather Gucci.

It has an extra-long, thin strap, I can lay along the heavy braid and keep my cleavage open, or it can double as a clutch.

I find it packed in one of the emergency suitcases.

When I open it, I discover $3000 in a money clip from the last time I carried it. Now for my mini clutch, which contains my driver's license and a couple of credit cards. I drop it in and check the time on my phone.

It's 9:00. Perfect timing.

I sit on the bed and reach under my pillow. Last but not least, I pull out my Ruger LCR, check the bullets in the chamber, make sure it is secure and drop it in.