Irresistible (Underneath it All Series: Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)
wine stem. “I’m glad you found the experience as memorable as I did.” By the time I realized that the music wasn't nearly as loud as I thought up here and my voice was definitely not as quiet as I hoped, the words were already out. I held my breath, wondering if he'd call me out, or if my attitude was only welcome under different circumstances.
    He chuckled, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Let me help you.”
    He didn't wait for me to give him the okay, which made my hackles rise and my heart race in my chest at the same time.
    “You don't have to do that-”
    “Oh, I know I don't have to, Red. I want to.” His voice was dripping with confidence and authority and all the things that should have turned me off. It was unnerving—and impossible for me to resist. It was the playfulness that knocked me off balance. The fact that the nickname he gave me didn't annoy me, that it felt as natural as his lips on my skin had, made me want to flee. Hide. But I couldn't. Just like I couldn't keep pretending like I was searching for something amidst the pile of broken glass. I had to look up at him.
    I gripped a final hearty piece, like it was a piece of sanity that I had to touch so I didn't do something truly crazy like kiss him. Or even better, start tearing his clothes off so we could finish what we began last night.
    I drew my gaze from his shoes, trying to titrate my enthusiasm about us crossing paths again by reminding myself that once again, I was serving him. His shoes probably cost as much as my rent. The pants that fit his sculpted, powerful legs were probably tailored. By an actual tailor, because he could afford such things. And that white shirt, that would have been the hue of my skin if I wasn't red as a freaking tomato, was keeping me from racing my fingertips along every perfect inch of his chest. I paused at his neck, lust flaring into an inferno when I watched his Adam's apple bob, like he was swallowing. Like he was nervous. I made him, this billionaire who dated perfect socialites, nervous? I wasted no more time and shot my gaze to his face.
    I hit his mouth first and traced the lines of his lips as I licked my own. One side of his mouth curved knowingly, like he was stealing a peek in my head. Blushing even harder, every part of me officially wide awake and casting a vote for the ripping off of clothing, I kept going. I cruised past the dimples that made butterflies swarm in my belly, beyond the angular good looks that I remembered all too well. I lingered at his eyes. I didn't have a choice. The deep blue grabbed me like a wave rushing to the shore, pulling me in.
    The whole building could crumble around us and I wouldn't have even noticed.
    “Ugh, I'm pretty sure she ruined my Jimmy Choos!”
    The high-pitched whine dissipated my lust-induced haze and I slipped my pointer finger back, forgetting I was holding a piece of glass. I gasped, the pain blooming and fading into a dull ache as I dropped the glass and turned to apologize to the pouty bitc-
    I choked on my apology when his mouth, the mouth I knew very intimately, was wrapped around my finger. In shock, in fucking heat , I gaped at him. His eyes sparkled with our naughty secret as his tongue lashed out and circled my finger.
    It was bad enough that I'd dropped my first tray ever, but I had a feeling climaxing on the floor of the VIP area would definitely cost me my job.
    I snatched my finger from him and scrambled to my feet. The blonde in the metallic spandex dress looked like someone had just delivered awful news. I was looking at her, she was looking at him, and the goose bumps all over me were proof that he was looking at me .
    Me, who should have been just another pretty face. And I wasn't too proud to admit that I didn't even have the prettiest one in our general vicinity. I learned how to contour and wing my eyeliner on YouTube, and I still felt like I looked like an amateur. I was surrounded by women who probably got hundreds of likes

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