Page 85 of Untouchable Billionaire

"A real estate investor?"

"Among other things."

"Hmm," She analyzes me for a few seconds, then she asks."Do you think you will miss flying?"

"No, I have my private pilot's license."

"Oh, that's dope!Maybe you can take me for a flight sometime?"

At the curb, she steps off, but I pause, waiting until she looks back at me."I think that soaring with you is definitely going to happen."

She bites her bottom lip, and her eyes twinkle at me.That is definitely going to happen.

A grin spreads across my face as I step off the curb and catch up to her.When we step past the car in the visitor's spot, I look down the row and see a douche parked seven cars away, casually smoking a cigarette, sitting on the trunk of a candy apple red Porsche.He's wearing a blue sport coat, medium grey trousers with a light pink shirt, burgundy tie, and dark brown loafers.His long hair is in a French braided ponytail.

I stiffen and pause, staring at him.I feel Siri's hand touch my arm, and she leans around to see what I'm looking at that made me react.

The douche glances at us, thumps the cigarette into the parking lot, and mouths, "Sup" with an 'I think I'm cool' head nod that only amplifies he's a douche.Then he dismisses us as he pulls another cigarette out of his pocket and lights it.

Siri groans, "French braided hair?Really?"

I look down at her, and she rolls her eyes."My colleague."

"How well do you know him?"I stare back at him, wondering how he managed to get her to trust him and if I should go down there and threaten him, so he knows I'll beat his ass if he hurts her.

"Not very well.He's new here."

I snap my eyes back to look at her, concerned she has accepted an invitation with a douche she doesn't know very well, and I say so."You don't know him?"

She smiles, "No.I do know him.You don't know him."

I smirk, "True.So, who is he?"

She grins, "His name is TD, and we've worked together the last couple of weeks.His date canceled on him at the last minute yesterday, so I agreed to fill in."

I frown at her."Why didn't he just go alone?"

She shrugs, "He said it was a couples thing."

I frown harder."What kind of party did you say this was?"

"A cocktail party.That's why I'm all dressed up."She smiles, then twirls around for me, trying to ease my concern, and I'm reminded she's a stripper from Vegas and probably more than capable of handling the likes of him, and she confirms that for me."I can handle myself.I got this."

"Walk me to my truck?"I stall her.

"Sure."

At the truck, I lift the cooler and set it in the back.Then look over my shoulder at her.Yep, she's checking out my ass.

Our eyes connect, and the desire in them assures me that I am the man of her dreams.Wanting to make damn sure that I am the only thing she thinks about the rest of the night, I push off the truck and walk up to her.Crowding her space.

She doesn't flinch.She stands her ground.

I move in so tight I tease her breasts, and they elongate, pushing out to touch me.

She inhales a deep breath and closes her eyes.My scent turns her on.I smirk.Our chemistry is explosive.I study her face and realize she is quivering again.

Smiling with that knowledge, I command her, "Look at me."

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