Billionaires Meet Millionaire (A Steamy Romance) (4 page)

"So, that's
the new girl? Buzz is you've taken her under your wing."

Peter
was pointing at Olta. She and Ms. Aliton were still talking
and it looked more like conversation between good friends than
between a teacher and a student. Niall smiled, that was Ms. Aliton
for you.

"Yeah,
that's her, OltaMehmeti. Rume thought it funny to give me baby-sit
duty. Sponges the record clean and all. But she's ok. Think I'll be
calling her Tirana." Peter raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was
still grinning like crazy.

"Two things."
He said.

"One,
why in the world does Rume keep going out of her way to keep you
record clean and two, you've given her a nickname already? What's
with that? You liking her?" The last thing he added in a slight
conspiring tone as he leant in towards Niall.

"Yeah, I
like. I think she's ok." Niall replied, not taking his eyes of
Olta's back. Her dark blonde hair swayed around her shoulders as
the conversation between her and Ms. Aliton became even more
animated.

"Yeah,
you like." He heard Peter say beside him.

"And if
she is as fine in front as she is from behind, I can see your
point." He chuckled and leant back into his seat.Out of blue, a
tall blonde girl swooped herself unto Peter lap; accidentally
hitting Niall in the head with her knee.

"Ow,
that hurts Al." Niall moaned scornfully while he leant back rubbing
his forehead. Alice leant over from her boyfriend's lap and gave a
quick peck on Niall's sore spot.

"There
now, mommy kissed it all better." She then turned her attention
back to Peter. Giving him anything but a small peck on the
mouth.

"Well,
actually I 'm bruised allover, you need to kiss them too." Niall
replied playfully. He got a glare from both Alice and Peter, but
before they could say anything they heard Ms. Aliton cry
out.

"But this is
fantastic!"

As
everybody turned their attention to the front of the class they saw
Ms. Aliton hug Olta. Niallraised an eyebrow and exchanged looks
with his no longer intertwined and equally surprised neighbours.
Looking back at their teacher and Olta he saw Ms. Aliton had let go
and looked at the class with a flush of embarrassment on her cheek.
She quickly and with a big smile motioned to Olta to sit down and
moved behind her desk.

"Ok
class, let's begin." And so the lesson started, well overdue. Niall
looked at Olta and pointed at the empty seat in front of him. Her
face was a mix of utter surprise, confusion, and merriment. She sat
down and quickly picked out her notebook. Niall leant forward
trying not to put too much pressure on his bruises and asked
whispering into her ear.

"What was that
all about." He could smell lavender on her.

Olta
shot up as if something had bitten her.

Then she
turned around and mouthed "later". Niall saw her look away from him
and smile shyly at someone. He followed her gaze and saw Peter,
again grinning broadly. He turned back to Olta, only to find that
she turned her attention to Ms. Aliton. The rest of the lesson
Niall found himself paying more attention to Olta than to Ms.
Aliton. He was just dying to know what all the fuss had been about,
he convinced himself.

Him
leaning over to Olta every fifteen minutes or so and asking the
same question in the same whisper had absolutely nothing to do with
fact that his nose would brush her hair ever so lightly. Nor was
her mock glare she would throw back and the mouthing of "later" any
reason. Although it did make him notice her mouth. She had an
enticing mouth, he suddenly noticed by the third time she had
responded. But before he could assess what it was exactly he found
so attractive she had already turned away again. He resisted the
urge to repeat his actions immediately.

"Ok," he
confessed to himself silently. "It is safe to say that I think
she's attractive, very attractive even. And that, from what I've
seen so far, I think she's nice. Yeah, I like." He pondered his own
confession for a couple minutes.

Girls liked
him, they swooned over him. Not because of him personally per say,
but because of what he or more accurately his family symbolized.
Money and Power.

Daniel
popped into his head and he recalled the incident in the
hallway. Daniel had now definitely noticed her and Niall hadn't
handled that situation too well. He decided that he would worry
about his brother's shit later. Now it was time to give in to
temptation and he leant forward once more.

This
time however she didn't react immediately and Niall felt his ego
bruise very slightly. Hadn't it been a fun game? He was just about
to repeat the question when Olta did turn around. She put some five
or six notes on his table.

"Voîla,
monsieur." she mouthed and she turned back again. Niall heard a
laugh escape his lips. Every one of the cards read 'later' in a
different language. He looked at Olta's head and the slight rocking
of her shoulders he could tell she was enjoying her own joke. He
felt a nudge from Peter, but a loud "ahem' from Ms. Aliton halted
Niall's reaction. Shortly after the bell rang and as soon as he
could muster Niall was standing beside Olta's desk. He stepped on
Alice's toes in the process and she yelped.

"Sorry,
want me to kiss it better?" He asked suggestively with his back
turned to Alice and looking down at Olta.

Olta
seemed completely oblivious as she calmly noted down the
homework and packed her books. Alice pushed Niall teasingly in the
back. Caught off-guard he stumbled forward. He landed with one hand
on Olta's shoulder and one on her desk and found himself looking at
a surprised Olta with just some eight inches between them. There
was a small smile on her mouth. He could clearly see why her mouth
was so nice.

Her lips
were nice and full and with the smile they were a little perched,
which made them very inviting. Niall saw no reason to break this
contact and he traced his gaze over her face, before settling on
her eyes. A deep crimson blush was covering her cheeks. Olta met
his gaze and Niall managed to suppress a blush on his own cheeks.
Her eyes seemed greener than earlier and they were full of surprise
and something Niall could only read as insecurity but it was very
deeply rooted.

"So,
Tirana, please tell me what that was all about." He said in a low
and soft voice. Olta kept his gaze for a couple of seconds and said
glancing down at his hand on her shoulder.

"I think that
is better discussed outside of this class room. So if you
please."

"It's
discus Albania and… Okay." Niall said and left the classroom in
under a second. Alice and Peter were waiting outside.

"These
are my friends, Alice and Peter." Niall said as he felt Olta come
up next to him. He had to fight the urge to put his arm around
her.

"Hi
I'mOltaMehmeti." Olta said, stretching her hand out.

"PeterJane." Peter introduced himself shaking her hand
rather roughly.

"Peter,
I think she might need that intact a bit longer." Alice
reprimanded, before stretching her hand out.

"Hi,
AliceStone. If you have any questions Niall can't handle, you just
come to me." She said smiling and Niall could see it was genuine.
After ten years of friendship he could tell those
things.

"But
please, first you must tell us what that was all about." Alice
finished.

Olta
smiled at three of them with that same shy smile and the
look of confusion returned. "It seems Ms. Aliton and my brother a
sort of seeing each other."

"Excuse
me?!" Niall, Peter and Alice all yelled together.

"But how
does that work, you just moved here and she is like over ten years
older than us." Alice was the first to ask the questions popping up
in their heads. Olta shook her head in confusion as she
said.

"No, the
age difference isn't a big deal, my brother is 28, so no Ms. Aliton
is no pedophile. Apparently they met in Paris over the summer. He
was there with friends and she was there on holiday. Apparently
they hit off and they've kept in touch since. He did mention
something about an American girl but...." Olta explained, although
the last part seemed more of a personal reflection. They all were
silent for a moment pondering this bit of cosmic
coincidence.

"Weird."
Niall finally muttered and the others only nodded.

"Okay,
chow time." Peter exclaimed, putting the issue to rest. As they
started walking towards the cafeteria, Niall noticed Olta wasn't
coming along, twisting her fingers together. He stopped and held
his hand out.

"Come on." He
said softly, smiling at her.

"No, that's
okay. I've brought my own lunch. I'll just go and roam this school
on my own a bit, trying to get a feel for the place." She said,
smiling nervously.

"Shall
we say we meet back at the lockers at one o'clock?" she added.
Niall nodded.

"Sure,
you sure you'll be ok?" Olta frowned slightly and the nervousness
disappeared. "Yeah, I think I'll manage. But if I'm not there at
one fifteen, feel free to launch a rescue mission." She said as she
started off in the other direction.

Niall
watched her go, feeling somewhat unsure of himself but
pleased with her show of independence. He turned to meet his
friends waiting for him down the hall. "Is she joining us later?"
Alice asked, slightly puzzled. "Nope." Niall said,
smiling.

In the
cafeteria line Peter asked "You like?"

"Yeah, I
like. But not a word to the others." Then he spotted Daniel sitting
at one of the tables and was relieved to know Olta wouldn't be
running into him.

C
hapter Five

Olta
was astounded that she didn't get lost on her way back to
her locker. Probably beginners luck, she thought. She checked the
clock on the wall. Twenty past noon. Well that left her ample time.
First a visit to the ladies room was required.

As she
entered Olta saw Altea and her girlfriends doing their make up.
Ignoring them, she went into one of the cubicles. She suddenly
heard Altea saying loudly.

"Now, my
poor Niall has to take that new kid every where he goes. And she's
looking around likes she owns him. As if he'd even seen her if she
wasn't shoved down his throat. Stupid foreigners."

Olta
listened to the bashing intently. “
Bitch.”
She thought. It surprised her that it
didn't disturb her as much as she thought in the slightest, if
anything it made her laugh. This girl really could learn a thing or
two when it came to putting people down.

H
aving been put down on a regular basis she knew how it had
to be done, but unfortunately she had no clue as to how to do it
herself. She stepped out of the cubicle and her face was passive
with disinterest. Altea and her friends were still
there.

They
were glaring at her in the mirror but stayed silent. As Olta washed
and dried her hands she heard them giggle and felt the looks they
were exchanging. Ignoring them she headed out of the washroom. But
standing in the doorway she turned back.

"I'll be
sure to convey your sympathy to your poor Niall." With that she let
the door fall shut behind her. She had no idea on whether she had
just done a smart thing but at least she had showed her no
fear.

"God,
that girl is a whore and still you worry. How priceless you are."
She scolded herself as she took her lunch out of her
locker.

She
decided she would go outside; it was a sunny autumn day. As she
wandered the school grounds she came across a big oak on a small
mound. It looked ideal for a spot of lunch. She nestled herself
against it and began eating her tuna pasta salad. She marvelled
over the past morning.

She
marvelled over the fact that her brother Dennis was dating Ms.
Aliton. That was just too weird to give much heed to. Perhaps when
she spoke to him later it might become real, but right now she let
the issue be. She marvelled over her own behaviour. Although some
mess-ups here and there she thought she had done ok.

She
particularly marvelled over her behaviour towards Niall and Niall
himself. She could still feel the tickle of his breath on her neck
and his hand on her shoulder. Unconsciously she placed her right
hand with fork and all on her left shoulder. Had she been flirting
with him, she wondered. Had he been flirting with her? Right, there
was the getting carried away bit again. Realizing what she doing
she quickly returned to her food.