Billionaires Meet Millionaire (A Steamy Romance) (21 page)

They smiled
sheepishly at each other.

"That might
not be such a bad idea. But first I'd like to steal another kiss
from my girl."

Niall
drew Olta's face closer to him and gave her a chaste kiss
on the lips. Closing his eyes he murmured against her
lips.

"You are
my girl, aren't you, Tirana?"

The silence
was killing him.

"Yes,
Niall, I do believe I am."

Niall
could feel her smile against his lips and he kissed her
again. Passionately, urgently and possessively.

Life was
wonderful.

EXPERT FROM
MILLIONAIRE PICKS BILLIONAIRES

(THE
SEQUEL)

C
hapter One

Life was wonderful. Absolutely, undeniably,
marvellously so. As
was Niall, by the way. Niall was even better than life. Because
Niall had told her he liked her. Liked her like he had never liked
a girl before.

Olta
hoped that he'd be on his medication a little while longer,
because she was sure that was what had made him say it.

Because
a drug-induced altered state of mind had to be the cause for
Niallbehaviour. They had lowered his defenses and had made him more
affectionate. It was perfectly acceptable explanation.

Not that
Olta was complaining, Lord no. Last night would be a moment she
knew she'd always treasure. The way he had opened up to her and the
way that he had touched, looked and held her. Like she was truly
someone special.

But she
had to be realistic and face the fact that Niall current
affectionate state wouldn't last long. Sooner or later he was to
come back to himself and realize just who he had been lavishing his
affections on. Until then, however, Olta was going to savor every
single moment of it.

Because
Niall' hands on her hips and his peppered kisses everywhere on her
face, well that was something she could get used to and it made her
forget all her worries. It made her forget everything.

Olta
had always discarded stories about kissing and electricity
and fireworks. Her experiences so far were more along the lines of
repulsion and disgust. But after Niall she had to admit that she
had been wrong. God, even the slightest touch of his finger caused
her body to tingle, let alone his the way his lips and tongue made
her feel.

"Finally!" Olta heard Alice's voice echoing through the
hallway and somewhat embarrassed she tried to push Niall away.
Niall wasn't being cooperative, though. He merely chuckled
lightly.

"Just.
One. More." He said between the butterfly kisses and chuckles
before returning to her lips. He planted a soft kiss on them before
stepping aside, giving her an mischievous smile. Wanting to avoid
Alice as long as possible Olta ducked into her locker to gather her
books.

"You
know we were discussing whether we should lock you two in a room
together already. But thank god the two of you figured it out."
Alice said excitedly and Olta could hear her smile.

That was
the only hitch with her drug-induced euphoria theory. It seemed
everyone was on it. Including Olta herself.

Maybe she was
still sleeping, in which case she really didn't want to hear her
alarm clock just yet.

Olta
closed her locker and looked up into the indeed very bright
smile of Alice. She was positively beaming.

"Right,
I'm only going to say this once, so listen up." Alice said and all
of sudden she seemed to be channeling Mrs. Husk. Her smile had
vanished instantly.

"You
hurt him, you'll regret the day you were born." Alice said giving
Olta a pointed look. Olta eyes widened. Alice didn't seem to be
kidding. Then she turned to Niall with the same look.

"You
hurt her, I'll have Peter and Ry make you regret the day you were
born. So just do us all a favor and don't hurt each other." Alice
gave Niall the same look and Niall gulped audibly.

He gave
Olta a weak apologetic smile and opened his mouth but before he
could say anything Alice had grabbed Olta's hand.

"Now I'm going
to steal her for a moment. We'll be right back."

And with
that Olta was pulled in the direction of the girl's room. Olta only
hoped Alice wasn't going to press Olta to spill because Olta
wouldn't know what to tell her.

"Sorry
about that but that just was a little well deserved pay back."
Alice said as they walked into the rest room. Olta gave her a
questioning look but Alice ignored her.

"Now about
tonight. What time does your mother expect us?"

Olta
needed a moment to recall what Alice was talking
about.

"I think she
just figured you'd come along straight out of school. If that's
alright with you guys?"

Olta
said timidly. She had completely forgotten about her mother
using David's arrival as a sort of general introduction evening for
all her children's friends.

"Sure,
cool. You know I'm really excited to meet your family. It's silly I
know but I'm just really curious. Like do you wear wooden shoes
around the house and stuff like that." Olta decided that Alice
couldn't possibly be serious and just nodded.

"But anyways,
is your costume ready for tomorrow?"

Actually
Alice's famous Halloween party and David's arrival were the reason
for tonight's get-together. For the past two years Alice had been
throwing a Halloween party and by the sound of it, it was one of
the most important social events of the year. When Olta had been
invited last week she hadn't paid any heed to it. But as Alice had
started nagging her about her costume Olta had realized that she
had been serious.

And now
her mother had found the perfect excuses for having Olta invite her
new friends.

"No,
everything should be arriving tonight." Olta said, smiling to
herself.

She had
considered several costumes. Going like a parody of a red-light
district prostitute had been one of them but she been too much of a
coward to even think that one out properly. No, she had opted to go
for something a bit more respectable. And John had just the thing
in her wardrobe. Now wasn't Olta just lucky that she had a personal
courier service at her disposal.

"Oh,
will you just tell me. I mean the way you're keeping a lit on it;
you're building the suspense far too much." Alice
pleaded.

"No, I
won't tell you. But if you're nice and lay of the threats I might
give you a peek tonight." Olta said playfully and Alice brightened
at the idea.

"Okay,
no more threats, got it. Be better get back, Niall will want to
walk you to class." Alice said her bright smile in place once
again.

Now that
Olta didn't understand. They all had Math their first period,
wouldn't they be going there together anyways? Olta
shrugged.

"You
know." Olta heard Alice say behind her as the walked out of the
restroom.

"He
likes you. As in really, really likes you." She looked up at Alice
and noted that she wasn't joking even if she was smiling. Olta
smiled shyly. She hoped against hope that Alice was
right.

As they
returned to her locker Niall was leaning against it. Peter and
Bailey had arrived and were talking but Niall wasn't paying
attention to them. Instead he was staring into her direction with a
small smile on his face. When he spotted her his smile widened and
Olta could swear she saw his eyes lit up.

Olta
joined him keeping some distance between them. She was
unsure about how to act. Sure, only a couple of moments ago he had
her pretty much pinned against her locker but the corridor had
gotten a lot more busy during her absence.

Niall
, however, looked at her oddly for a moment before putting
his arm around her waist lightly and pulling her closer. It was
then that the Bailey and Peter noticed Olta and they both gave her
almost identical sly smiles.

"Sorry
to hear that we won't be locking you two up. Would've made a good
story." Peter said with a grin as he drew Alice to his side. And
did Bailey just give her a wink?

There was
something to be said for everyone being on meds or for her to be
still dreaming. Whichever one it was that was causing her life to
be momentarily wonderful.

They
were the last to arrive in class and Olta noticed Daniel and Jason
sitting in their usual spots at the back. Daniel looked up at them
and Olta felt the unpleasant but unfortunately familiar shiver run
down her spine as their eyes locked for a second. Niall' small
squeeze in her side, however, displaced the sensation immediately.
Another small squeeze and Niall let her go so they could to go
their respective places.

As Olta
got her seat she heard Niall speak and looking over her shoulder
she saw he wasn't anywhere near his seat.

He was
standing next to Daniel and he was slapping him on the
back.

"Thanks,
bro. You really put in a good word for me. I owe you one." He
didn't even sound sarcastic or malicious, he sounded …happy and
sincere. Was Niall taunting Daniel?

Olta
didn't miss the way Daniel's eyes darkened but he showed no
other signs of his irritation.

"Anytime, bro.
Anything to make you happy." Okay, and the Oscars go to.

Olta
turned to the others to see what they were making of it.
She caught Bailey's eye and he shook his head at her with his
eyebrows raised and shrugged. He was just as clueless as she
was.

Niall
sauntered to his seat looking decidedly smug. Sitting down
he gave Olta a reassuring smile.

Olta
had all but forgotten about her encounter with Daniel the
day before. Even if his name had come up rather frequently. She
hadn't told Niall about what been said. She simply hadn't wanted to
talk about it. And thankfully he hadn't pressed the
matter.

And now
Niall had been flaunting their encounter in Daniel's face. And
instead of feeling uncomfortable Olta felt an odd sense of
pride.

Class
went by swiftly after that. Olta was really in no mood to pay
attention to already dreaded formulas and equations.

Instead
she was thinking of her morning because funnily enough they had
never made downstairs. Instead Olta had woken up in the middle of
the night only to find herself cuddled up against a solid body,
still fully dressed and covered with the duvet from the guest room.
In her sleep addled mind she hadn't given it much thought. She had
only snuggled closer into Niall embrace and gone back to
sleep.

It was
when they woke up at around six-thirty and realized their position
that a sudden awkwardness arose. Niall had been holding her tightly
nuzzling her hair. Olta had felt the excitement of his body at
their proximity against her buttocks. Surprising herself she wasn't
disturbed or scared by it. She had known that Niall was awake when
he had let out a very content sigh followed by stiffening
completely.

Olta
had turned her head to see his face. He had looked
guilt-ridden, embarrassed, petrified and roguish all at once. It
was adorable and her stomach had done some major flipflopping.
Stumbling out of bed quickly he had muttered a lot things hoarsely
and he had been out of her room before Olta had a chance to say
anything. She had only made out the words shower, mother, later and
mother again.

Olta
had taken a quick shower assuming and hoping that Niall had
meant something like that he was running home to take a shower
before her mother found them and that he would pick her up later.
She had smiled to herself as she guessed that Niall had never
realized that it had been her mother who had put the duvet over
them in first place. So it was safe to assume that she already
knew.

And with
that realization Olta had felt mortification wash over her. She had
quickened her pace, hoping to avoid her mother herself.