Page 77 of Untouchable Billionaire

"If I can't get the kinks worked out on 'Happy,' I can do 'Partition' and save 'Happy' for the 4th of July.It will be the biggest production yet.I have got some cool ideas.I will email James my production thoughts so he can start working on it.But let's not blab about that.How are the girls?I miss them."

"They miss you too.Lola and Red both asked when you were coming back this morning.Everyone misses your giggles, including me.The dressing room and practice sessions haven't been the same without your silliness."

"What?No one else cuts up or just busts loose?"

"No!It has gotten more and more serious without you.Hurry home.That's an order.I need laughter."

"How is Lei doing?"

"She has been doing great.I think you have officially saved another one.She has taken over your role as mood monitor, and she will sing 'Beautiful' or 'Invisible' to anyone who even remotely looks sad, much less depressed.She doesn't have the voice you do, but her heart is in the right place.It is very touching, Siri.You would be proud."

"I can't tell you what that means to me."I tear up."Give her a squeeze from me."

"I will.Listen, you know I have to run.It was so good to hear your voice.Take care of yourself.I will let everyone know we are having a party when you get back."

"I will.I can't either.I need some hugs!I am homesick for y'all."

"Love you, Baby Girl."

"Love you too, boo."

I hang up.Gosh, I miss her and my life.I'm ready to go home!I am ready to be back in the spotlight.I miss dancing and performing.I miss Vegas!

My iPhone dings and the invitation from Cat for May 1st is there."The jet will arrive at 3 o'clock your time.Have your bags packed!You are coming home!"I smile at my phone.She is so organized!

My stomach growls.Time to eat.I grab a chicken salad and a water, then go back out on the balcony to eat as I listen to the Friday parking lot traffic.When I'm finished, I drink my water as I try to guess Moore's first name.Nothing suits him.He doesn't look like a Michael, or a Richard, or even a Lee.I shake my head.Nothing fits Mr.Sexy.

Back in the kitchen, I throw my meal away, grab another water then return to the balcony.I have to find out what his damn name is!When I step out, I hear the purring sound of his truck.I walk to the edge of the railing.

I watch the Golden God park his truck.The spot next to my car is taken.He has to find another, but he finds one closer.When he gets out, he leans over the side of the truck bed.He is wearing a big-armed, black tank top over a pair of plaid shorts and flip-flops.The view even from this distance of his golden hair, broad shoulders, perfect skin, and perfect ass causes that sweet lurching feeling as my pussy tightens involuntarily.He stands up with two bags of groceries and a case of beer.

Ah!He's been to the grocery store.He cooks?This guy just keeps getting better and better.

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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.

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