Page 38 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

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Siri

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TD starts to talk as we turn off the highway, and Aurei isn't on our ass anymore. "I'm a little uptight about tonight. Since I moved to bum-fuck, Alabama, I've been trying to get an invitation to this party. Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Yes, I do. Can you wait?"

"Sure. You look sexy as hell, by the way. I love the dress." He reaches over to touch my cleavage.

I slap his hand away. "No touching. Remember?" I state firmly.

"I thought you were just playing hard to get." He attempts to be charming and sexy.

"I am serious, TD. No touching means no touching. I thought I made it clear. This is not a date. I am only attending this party because you were in a jam, and I am a nice person."

"Or what? You going to have your friend to kick my ass?" He smirks, projecting a confident air he doesn't really feel.

I lean up and over so he can see my face clearly in the lights from the dashboard.

"Listen, Bubba, I can either make you the toast of the party tonight, or I can ruin whatever chance you have of getting in …

ever. Chew on that!" He cuts his eyes at me.

"I don't give a shit what these people think of me, but you do.

You need me. No touching means no touching. "

He cuts his eyes at me so I add just for good measure. "Then after that, I might just call my friend and have him kick your ass."

He nods after he licks his dry lips. "I understand."

"Tell me. What is Rule #1?"

"No touching. Got it."

"Good." I settle back in my seat. "So, who's attending this cocktail party? Who are you so keen on impressing?"

His phone rings. "Excuse me. I have to take this.

" He picks it up and answers it. "Rachael, you fucking bitch!

" He laughs at something she says. "Are you back?

… No, it's too late this time. Maybe next month …

I found a suitable replacement … No, there wasn't time …

They will get over it … I wasn't waiting another month before getting to fuck her …

I'm so horny for her now I whack off in my damn office while I listen to them fuck …

" He laughs at what she says. "Yeah, my boner is back the minute I lay eyes on those giant tits …

. If she weren't a redhead, I would have let it go.

But I haven't fucked a redhead yet, and those tits are downright fuckable themselves.

" He laughs again at something she says.

"Hell yeah, I'm gonna fuck everything … Yeah, yeah, I will give you the low down tomorrow.

… Sure… I will call you when I get up." He ends the call, grinning, and turns to look at me.

"So, Mandy and Charlie will be here tonight. Will Mr. Connors?"

"No. Mr. Connors couldn't make it tonight."

"Who else?"

"I doubt you know them."

My Facebook Messenger Notification dings. Grinning, I open it. Aurei has accepted my friend request. Then … DING!

Wild Thang! My digits: 334-###-####. There ain't no maybe!

I laugh out loud at that. I quickly enter Aurei's digits in my phone. First name: Aurelius, aka Mr. Sexy. Last name: Moore of him, please! Company: Golden God.

"What's so funny?" TD asks as another text message comes in. DING!

Call me if you need me. I'll be right there.

"Private joke." I close the phone and put it safely away.

Trees crowd the right-of-way, blocking out the moonlight. The hair on the back of my neck stirs. "Where is this cocktail party anyway?" I ask, glad I brought my gun, and glad Aurei knows at least the road we took.

"It's down here behind the golf course. It is super, secluded for privacy, but it's in a restored turn-of-the-century plantation house."

I rest my hand on my clutch and chat him up. "I thought of majoring in Architecture briefly."

"Really? You haven't always been a simple-minded secretary, then?"

Ha! If you only knew who I really am. Your jaw would drop.

"No. I haven't always been a secretary. My degree is actually in accounting."

"Really? I'm not sure which is worse, a boring accountant or a simple-minded secretary."

"Yeah, really!" I agree and shudder.

We roll out of a sharp curve to see a row of trees planted to form a secure hedge. When he drives through the opening, my mouth drops open, and I gasp.

A beautiful, fully restored, two-story, southern-style plantation home welcomes us. There is a full-length front porch with stairs leading to the circular drive. Carriage lamps are lit, exposing a landscaped yard, manicured to perfection.

It is absolutely amazing.

"WOW!" I say in complete awe.

"Score a big one for the home team, eh?" TD agrees as he parks next to a Jaguar. "Shall we?" He gets out, walks around to the back of the car, and lights a cigarette.

Exiting, I adjust my dress and then join him. "I had no idea this place was here."

He takes a long draw on the cigarette and looks very pleased with himself. "Super secluded, private party means super secluded, private party."

On the porch, he lights another cigarette then inhales a heavy draw.

As smoke comes out of his mouth and nose, he grins.

"I am going to have one hell of a time tonight.

" He leans his head back, kinking the ponytail while he pulls another long draw.

He laughs as he surveys the wealth. "And you are about to get the surprise of your life. "

The hair on my neck stands straight up. "Surprise? Of my life?" My eyes narrow as I turn to face him.

"Yep." He exhales smoke straight up into the air.

I ball my fist uptight, push my middle knuckle out, and frog the fuck out of his arm right on the point of his shoulder. THUD!

"SHIT!" He drops his cigarette and grabs the arm hanging limp by his side. "What the fuck did you do that for?" Tears of pain well up in his eyes.

"I don't like surprises, motherfucker."

His face visibly pales as he stares at the daggers in my eyes.

He puts a hand up. "Just be cool. Don't go all ballistic on me now.

" A bead of sweat pops out on his forehead.

"As a matter of fact, here. Take the car key.

" His hand is shaking when he hands it to me.

"Once the door opens, we'll go inside. There will be introductions and drinks.

Open bar." He nods, hoping that makes me happy.

I stare blankly at him.

"Then there will be dancing and mingling." He nods again. "After that, if you don't want to participate, you can leave."

"What aren't you telling me?"

The alarm on his phone goes off. It is ten o'clock sharp.

The front door unlocks and begins to slowly open.

He takes a panicked step toward me. "Listen, Siri. I'm sorry. Really. I should have told you exactly what kind of party this is, but you wouldn't have come. I only need you to walk through the door with me. It's a couples thing."

I slip the key into my purse. "What the fuck kind of cocktail party is this?" I ask him.

"A cock and tail party," he answers.

"It's a sex party?" I stare at him, gobsmacked!

"Yes." He nods. "Swingers. Once we are in, you don't have to stay. You can leave."

I roll my eyes and shake my head. "I should have fucking known! Well …" I look at the open door. "Let's do this."

He almost cries with relief. "Thank you!"

"I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Mandy."

I hook my hand in the crook of his arm and tell him as we approach the door. "But just so you know, you're the one who's going to get the surprise of your life."

What I see when I enter the house leaves me speechless.

It's incredibly beautiful. There is not one but two spiral staircases on each side of the grand room, with a huge chandelier in the center.

There is a balcony at the top with an elegantly carved banister that runs down both staircases. The landings at the bottoms flare.

Exquisite! Dramatic! Classy!

My heels click on the black marble as we walk in. There are four other couples, and no one is breathing!

Everyone is frozen right where they were when we walked through the door.

Shock and tension fill the air.

I'm used to making a dramatic entrance, but not one like this. They obviously didn't know I was coming in place of Rachael.

I cut my eyes at TD.

He looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar in a candy store. Too excited to be really worried about the consequences.

"You've got balls, buddy," I whisper out the side of my mouth. "Bringing me here without telling me is one thing. Bringing me here without telling them is another."

He looks back around the room. Everyone is still staring. The blood completely drains from his face.

"I suggest you grovel an apology to him." I nod at Darren Martin as he approaches.

Darren owns a nationwide chain of restaurants. He's a handsome man and reminds me of Christian Bale.

When he arrives, he nods, "Siri," then speaks to TD. There is an edge of anger in his voice. "Why isn't Rachael here?"

"She had a last-minute emergency at work and canceled on me late yesterday afternoon."

"This is highly irregular." Darren glances at me and then locks his eyes on TD. "You should have notified someone immediately."

"My bad, but a month is a long time to wait.

" TD's eyes dart to Mandy over Darren's shoulder.

"I knew everyone was looking forward to tonight, and Siri was the perfect solution.

Everyone knows her, plus she is beautiful.

So I thought, 'Hey! She satisfies the requirements, and it would be a nice surprise.

'" He addresses everyone. "So I asked her, and she agreed. "

I cut my eyes at him. "That's not exactly the way it happened."

"Regardless," Darren says. "You're in the door. You must sign a confidentiality agreement."

"Of course," I state as I put my hand in his. When he turns us to walk away from TD, arrows fly from my eyes. TD rubs the point of his arm that I nailed before we came in.

Darren puts my hand in the crook of his arm, and we walk across the room. He looks down at me and says quietly. "Don't worry. The form is simple. Nothing complex."