Page 51 of Untouchable Billionaire

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."Isthere 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?"

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