UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (2 page)

Returning to the door, I listen for their voices. When I hear Mrs. Smith, I casually exit. As I pull my door closed, she waves. "Come on, Miss Wright. We will wait for you again."

I turn to see Mr. Moore standing beside Mrs. Smith with a smile on his face.
Umm hmm, he was hoping I would ride back down with them.

When our eyes meet, he says, "Perfect."

Giving Mrs. Smith a small wave of acknowledgement, I lengthen my stride so that my tits sway gently to the rhythm of my gait.
Work it, Siri!
I am rewarded to see his eyes fall to watch them.
All men love bouncy tits.

When I reach them, I avoid eye contact with Mr. Moore letting him continue to study my face and my tits. Mrs. Smith is busy texting someone, but walks over to stand next to me. I watch her as I try to deal with the butterflies pushing at my nipples. She looks at me and smiles, then walks a few steps away to text in private. Moore's continued stare makes me shift my stance, and I'm unable to resist his eyes. I look into his face. His eyes are soft and sincere. Mrs. Smith walks back over. "Miss Wright, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Moore. He has decided to rent 9G. Mr. Moore. Miss Wright." She turns away to push the elevator button and looks at an incoming text.

"Mr. Moore." I hold out my hand, "welcome to Cloud 9." I watch his beautiful golden hand take mine.
His touch is tender.
He steps too close again and rolls my hand so the back is facing up. He smiles down at me and holds it.
Are you going to kiss it?
He gently strokes the top with his thumb, sending a wave of electricity though me. His expression makes my tummy do a back flip again and the butterflies flutter.
He is definitely seducing me! It's working too!

Mrs. Smith puts her phone in her pocket and laughs. "I've never thought of that. Cloud 9. That's very clever, dear."

The elevator arrives with a ding. Mr. Moore strokes my hand again with his thumb, then turns and says, as he motions to the elevator. "My lady." It sounds more possessive than a title.

I'm called a lot of things, but lady isn't one of them. I like the way it makes me feel.

Following Mrs. Smith in, I move to the back for the 'hot' ride down. Mr. Moore follows me in and stands too close. Our arms touch. Instantly, my skin starts to sing. I try to focus on Mrs. Smith hitting the L for lobby, but all I can think about is his rock hard body under his yellow J crew shirt and distressed jeans, and whether or not he wears boxers, briefs or any underwear at all.

As soon as the doors close, he shifts his shoulders to study me again. I stare straight ahead, smiling at the door. After a few moments, I cut my eyes to see his expression. He is smiling too.
Damn. He is fine!
As we travel down several floors, his gaze never waivers.
It feels so fucking good!
I lick my lips several times.

Mrs. Smith remarks again about the air conditioning needing to be checked then apologizes to us for the heat. "It's fine, Mrs. Smith. I'm actually enjoying it."

Mr. Moore chuckles at that.

More of that, please! That was music to my ears.

The silence in the elevator is broken by my iPhone timer. "Wild Thing" sung by The Troggs plays. I bust another grin and cut my eyes at Mr. Moore to find his eyebrows are raised in complete surprise. I give him a flirty look.
I'm full of surprises.
Then laughing, I decide to let it play.
I know this is totally inappropriate behavior for strangers, but fuck that!
The dancer in me taps my heel and my hips thump to the beat as the lyrics describe how I want to move him, make him sing, make love to him and let me make everything "groovy!" On the last chorus, I devour him with my eyes slowly moving from his feet to his face, taking my hands, sliding one to my pussy and one into my pocket to retrieve my phone. I'm rewarded with hooded eyes and an involuntary half smile.
He's thinking,"I like the way you're thinking."

Mrs. Smith glances over her shoulder. "That must be someone significant."

The spell I cast on him is broken, so I drop my eyes to my pocket to make sure the case doesn't hang on the hem again. When it's free, I turn it off and shove it back down.

Mrs. Smith has continued talking. "I haven't heard that in years. That song was a hit when I was little. Wow! That brings back memories. " She proceeds to fill the air with blah, blah, blah.

Swinging my hair to the side, I look up at Mr. Moore to flirt, but he isn't looking at me now, and he doesn't look at me. He's facing forward like the polite stranger he really is.

He's frowning.
My heart sinks.
What's wrong? Why aren't you looking at me? Why are you frowning? Was I too aggressive? Did I come on too strong? Did I turn you off? Shit!
I face forward too and stare at the door.
Siri! You're not in Vegas! He probably thinks you're a whore and wants no part of you now. Shit!
My chest starts to hurt.
I can't wait to get out now! Once you're labeled a whore, there is no going back.

As soon as the doors open, Mrs. Smith exits. I take a step to follow, but Mr. Moore reaches out and lays his hand on my arm, touching it gently but firmly, sending goose bumps running up my shoulder.

Looking at his beautiful hand laying on my arm and feeling that instant wave of tingling sensations from his touch, I know the depth of what his rejection would truly mean to me.
Real loneliness.
I take a deep breath and contemplate his hand on my arm.
Your skin is a beautiful, sun kissed golden color, and the light reflects gold highlights from your dark blonde hair. You are absolutely gorgeous! And I know gorgeous! I see the best the world has to offer. And you are more than that!

He strokes my arm with his thumb and I lift my hopeful face to his. "
Is
there someone significant?" His voice is soft and soothes me.

Relief floods over me and I drop my eyes to look at his hand again.
Oh! That was the problem!
Mrs. Smith put that thought in your head.
I take a deep breath and slowly exhale.
Does that mean you were scared I wasn't available? Really? After my blatant flirting?
A thought occurs to me. I look out to the lobby as I ponder it, watching Mrs. Smith walk across the lobby floor.
A man like you would rarely be turned down by any woman, available or not. I can only imagine the number of women you have seduced.
I look back at his hand on mine, and he strokes me again, sending goosies up my arm.
And yet, here you are
asking
if there is someone significant. Why?
I lift my face back to his and look directly into his eyes. He holds them captive, searching for my answer, so I tell him before I speak.
You are the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on! Ever! Do you know that you make my body tingle from head to toe? Of course you do. You get that all the time. But what makes you
ask
if there is someone significant? Why does it matter to you? You could have me anyway. Oh, you don't share. Of course you wouldn't. You are a dominant male. An Alpha male. A real man!

I look back out at the lobby and he strokes my arm again. In that same soft, soothing tone, he asks. "In
your
life?" Watching Mrs. Smith talk to Ray allows me time to absorb what he means by that.
Why would it matter to you if
I
had someone special if I was willing to hook up with you anyway?
I look back down at his hand as it dawns on me, then I look up into his sincere face and give him a sexy smile.
Why were you seducing me so aggressively? Am I the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on? I've been told I'm an exceptional beauty.

His eyes smile.

Does my body turn your body on like never before?
I take a small step closer to him.

His breathing changes ever so slightly.

Do we share an unusual physical connection?
I cover his hand with mine.

He closes his eyes.

Do you feel it too?
I stroke his skin with my thumb.

He opens his eyes, looking directly into mine and gives me a 'sexy as hell' smile.

You do!
My heart jolts awake. Happiness floods my body and I drop my face overwhelmed.
Is there someone significant? Not no, but Hell No! Never! Not until….
My eyes start to twinkle. I tip my head letting my hair hide my face from the lobby. Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I give him my sweetest smile. My voice is light and flirty when I finally answer. "Not until an hour ago." He rewards me with his big beautiful smile and chuckles. The warmth of his reaction spreads over my face. I lift it and stand to face him fully, toe to toe. "And you?
Is
there someone significant in your life?"

The elevator doors close on us. He closes the remaining small gap between us and my body comes alive. The static has turned into electricity. The world shrinks to only his body inches from mine. He drops his head, puts his mouth next to my ear, and says in a quiet voice that washes over me from my head to all ten toes. "Not until about an hour and 5 minutes ago."

And 5 minutes ago?
I blink with his words, frowning.
Oh! You're talking about my iPhone toss, my near collision, then the wet slide, my hair flop and drop, finally rescuing and turning off my phone, only to drop it again because you are so damn, drop dead, gorgeous.
I blush beet red embarrassed. I hide my face in my hands, shaking my head. "I must have looked like the biggest goofball ever!" I peer over the tops of my fingers at him. "Can we erase that 5 minutes, please?"

He laughs at my expression and the sound is infectious. I giggle as he taps his head. "Nope. Steel trap."

The elevator doors open again, and we exit laughing. We walk together to the office where Mrs. Smith is patiently waiting for us and Mr. Moore asks me. "So, who
is
the Wild Thang?"

I start to giggle again. "No one. It wasn't a phone call at all. I set my timer earlier to make sure I didn't get trapped in the office listening to Mrs. Smith tell stories about her cats."

He laughs out loud at that. My heart sings with the sound of his happiness. He says with the correct voice inflection from the song. "Groovy!"

I crack up with that.

When we walk up, Mrs. Smith smiles at us both. "Well, it looks like you two have hit it off." Neither of us comment, we just smile at each other. "Mr. Moore, I'll have the paperwork drawn up tomorrow."

"I'll see you then." He answers her, then he turns to face me and says softly so only I can hear. "I hope to see you tomorrow too, Miss
Wright
."

I look one last time for today, into those gorgeous, emerald green eyes, and drink in that gorgeous, golden face. I whisper. "Ditto, Mr.
Moore
." He smiles, then turns and walks away. I admire the view as I watch him walk out the door to the big 'bad ass'
Ford Raptor Special Edition 'Real Man' Truck
.
Yes, of course, that is
his
ride. Definitely a man after my own heart.

I turn back to Mrs. Smith. She has been watching me watch him. "He is quite the handsome young man, isn't he?"

"Yes. He is."

When we go inside the office, there is a resident crying. Mrs. Smith rushes to her and puts her arm around her. The poor girl sobs in her embrace. Mrs. Smith asks me with her eyes. "Another time?"

I nod quietly and back out. In the elevator, the song "Happy" starts to play again in my mind, but the dance routine is replaced by a Golden God with an emerald green gaze, smiling at me.

Walking down the hall to my apartment, I decide not to text Cat about my return after all.

Once inside, I get a beer from the refrigerator and take it onto the balcony. I sip it slowly, enjoying the cold brew on this mild day.
I have some thinking to do. My life just changed in the span of an hour. I sure didn't see this in my stars.

CHAPTER TWO

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and my coffee perking. I roll over and bury my head under my pillow.
Gawd, I've learned to hate Mondays!
My body clock refuses to adjust.
It's not natural to rise this early!
I take a deep breath, come out from under the pillow and roll on my back to do my stretches.
Why did I take this job again? Oh yeah, because my Mama needed me here, but didn't actually
need
me and I got bored in this fucked up, hellhole. Stop whining! This is your last week at
work and it served your purpose. It filled your time.
As I stretch my legs wide and lean my body over each one touching my face to my skin, kissing my beloved dancing legs, I think back to the day I got the news about her car wreck.

When I missed Daddy's call, he called Cat. She came straight down, let herself in and stood on the edge of my pool. I was swimming laps and didn't see her until she stuck her foot in the water. That scared me bad enough, but when I saw the expression on her face, that scared the shit out of me. She told me what my dad had said. "There weren't any details, but it was a bad wreck and she was hurt." I flew home on Bart's private jet within an hour of the news and walked in the hospital 7 hours later to find my Daddy sitting all alone in the waiting room with his face in his hands. He explained that she had a severely broken leg and she was in surgery.

I stretch further into a straddle split and roll down to touch my face on the bed.

The next morning when she opened her eyes, she was so happy to see me there. I decided to take a break from my life in Vegas to spend some quality time with them. That was eight weeks ago. Full recovery accomplished and quality time accomplished. So much so, they left me this weekend for a summer sailing vacation around the Virgin Islands!
I love my independent parents!

Turning my body into a front split, I arch back, bend my knee, grab my foot and pull it to my face. I plant a loud kiss on it, then transition to a straddle split, and repeat on the other leg. Next, I crawl to the edge of the bed where I put my hands on the floor and drag my legs up into a hand stand. I walk to the wall where I do 15 hand stand push-ups. The coffee pot finishes perking on the last one.

Standing and grabbing my iPhone off the night stand, I head for the kitchen to pour myself a strong cup of joe. There is a text from Mama. *Arrived safe. Excited. Boarding the boat. Will check in soon. Don't worry. Be safe. Love you, pumpkin!*

Smiling, I think of the love my parents have for each other after all these years and the fun they have shared. I've always wanted that for myself and have refused to compromise. "I'm not going to fuck for the sake of fucking." I've told my close friends, who were concerned about my love life.
Love life, the irony of it!
And in Vegas, I explain. "I'm around sex all the time! I don't feel the need to fuck for the sake of fucking." Which some of the girls get, but none of the guys I tried to date in the beginning did. They called me all sorts of names, Ice Queen, Frozen Bitch, Frigid Witch, Hypocrite, Tease,
Whatever.

Pouring myself a mug, I see Mr. Moore's dark golden hair and his incredible eyes that pierced my core.
He is a fucking fine feast for sure! With superb seduction skills.
Walking out onto the balcony, I hover over the rim, sipping the black liquid.
I can't get over how he turned me on! The chemical connection is surprising. That's never happened to me
before! Never! Ever!
I lean on the rail, not really hearing the sounds of the morning.
Maybe my hiatus from all the sex in Vegas has made this an opportune time for my juices to flow and my own desires to rise to the surface. Maybe there could be more with Moore. I like that thought.

Walking back in, I stop at my stripper pole.
I need to work you this evening.

In the shower, I constantly have to push
him
out of my mind. Rubbing the soap on my body makes
him
keep showing up. Drying off with the towel, I reach this conclusion for sure:
My return to Vegas is on hold in-def.

At work, the six phone lines for the company that hired me as a short term temp are busy and leave very little time for daydreaming and further contemplation of Mr. Moore. The two men in the front office who work with me, Charlie and TD, are away on business, which is a relief. I can concentrate on my job without having to fend off their flirtatious innuendos and ignore their developing sex triangle.

If they only knew what I really do.
I laugh and shake my head.
I'm glad they don't! But if they did, I could make that threesome awesome. There's a lot to work with. Maybe I'll write them a note when I leave and slip it under Charlie's door. A goodbye gift.… Maybe not.

During lunch, I eat my spoon of peanut butter and let my thoughts turn to Moore. I know nothing about him except that
he is golden and gorgeous, and one hell of a seduction artist. He has refined skills in the subtle art of seduction. His facial expressions. "Ladies first," and "My Lady." His touch when he took my hand. The strokes of his thumbs. All well-developed skills, but it's more than that. It's Moore! Damn, I'm getting hot just thinking about him again.
I pick up my apple and bite into it.
His 'art' reminds me of that Italian tennis star who came to Vegas before I stopped dating. After an enjoyable evening out, in which he exhibited excellent, highly skilled seduction techniques with just the right amount of flirting and flattery, he didn't make it to second base with me. He was very hurt and upset. He, of course, expected a good fuck for his time and money, so my name was trashed in the club the next night. I sent Lei to console him, unbeknownst to him of course, and he soon forgot me. Lei is a pro!

I open a yogurt.
But Moore is different. His seduction skills are excellent and refined, but it is him. The way his eyes look at me, I can't pull mine away.
I pop a few blueberries in my mouth and chew them letting yesterday replay in my mind.
The first time in the elevator when his gaze pierced my core, that wasn't chemistry. That was something else.
I sip my carrot juice, then throw my lunch away and wipe down the break room table.
All I really know for sure is that he is a stranger that I am extremely attracted to, for once in my life. That's all I know!
I take a deep breath, sigh and walk back to my desk.

Staring out the window, I see a bird flittering around on the sidewalk, then another one joins it. They flirt, then fly off to fuck. I put my face in my hands.
I'm so lonely! How did my life get so complicated?
I put my pencil to my lips, running it back and forth. The feeling makes me think of how the intensity of his look in the elevator made me lick my lips, and I see his grin. I get up and pace the floor.
I need a plan to see him today.

When 4 o'clock rolls around, I hit the door with a smile. Pulling out of the parking lot, plan in place, butterflies begin to fly around my tummy and I giggle.
He makes me feel alive! And it feels fucking fantastic!

At Publix, I walk through the doors with purpose and direction. The cashiers all know me and Janice, who is in the express lane again today, pokes fun at me. "Siri, back so soon? Weren't you in here yesterday? Did you forget something?"

I laugh and joke with her. "I'm out of wine and I came in too friggin early yesterday. I forgot you can't buy alcohol on Sunday until one o'clock. It's like y'all are in the Southern Bible Belt or something so I had to swing by on my way home tonight."

"Yeah! I follow ya! I guess 'Sin City' stays open and turned on 24/7?"

"Yes, it does! You should come out and try it sometime. You might not come home for years either."

"Yeah, right! I'm not going to hell." She blurts out before she realizes she just condemned me. "Sorry. I'll say a prayer for you."

"It's okay, Janice. I'm not offended. And I appreciate the kind thought."

She focuses on my items. "And the cookies? What's up with the junk food? I thought you were a total health food nut."

"Yeah, well. They are for a friend … as a gift." I laugh. "Don't look so shocked! Not everyone has shunned me. I have friends here." After a dramatic pause, I roll my eyes, making her and the bag boy laugh. "Ok. Only one."

Out on the express way, traffic has come to a standstill.
Shit! There must be a wreck. I hope no one is hurt.
As I inch forward, I see the delay. It isn't a wreck. There are cows in the road and Sheriff Deputies are trying to herd them on foot.
That ain't gonna work, boys. You need some cowboys on horses, or we'll have to wait until feeding time when the cows will all go home on their own. I might as well work on "Happy."
I take my iPhone out, play it on repeat, study the choreography and jot notes.

When I enter the parking lot, I'm almost 2 hours later than usual, but I squeal with delight when I see his Raptor. My usual parking spot is taken so I have to drive around to the rear lot.
I should really mention to management that they could charge an optional monthly fee for assigned parking.
I find a spot and wedge in between two minivans. Grabbing the wine and box of cookies, I decide to take a short cut through the running trail and come in the rear. In the elevator, I push #9 and see Mrs. Smith laughing and talking outside the entrance to someone.
She looks like she is flirting. I wonder if she has a love interest. Good for her!

When I get off the elevator, I turn to look down to his door.
My new neighbor! Woo Hoo!
Once inside my apartment, I set the bottle of wine and cookies down on the counter and rush to my bedroom to strip off the business suit and sports bra I wear to hide my figure. While I sat waiting on the cows, my mind floated back to Moore, and I chose a tangerine color push-up bra with matching tank top, a pair of cream color linen beach pants and flat sandals to wear. Slipping them on, I look in the mirror.
I look casual, comfy and
curvy.
Snatching the wine and cookies up, I hit the door.

Standing in the hall outside his apartment, I take several deep breaths to keep the butterflies at bay.
Nervous butterflies? For Zeus sake, why do I have butterflies? I'm fucking Seary! A Vegas star!
But I take a couple of additional deep breaths, then raise my knuckles and knock. I wait a minute and then knock again. No answer.
Hmm….
A wave of disappointment falls over me and I turn to head back to my place.
Oh, shit! He was only signing
the papers today. Holy Hades!
I take off at a run to my apartment.
He was here when I came home. I bet he was the one flirting with Mrs. Smith! He was waiting on me! And I came in the back!
Once inside, I set the cookies and wine on the counter and rush to my balcony. His truck is leaving the parking lot. The air in my balloon escapes. I feel deflated. I stand there watching his Raptor travel down the drive through the gaps in the trees until it is gone from sight. Plopping onto my lounge chair, I grunt. "Fuck!"

The next morning, I am resolved to find out when his move-in day actually is from Mrs. Smith.
I don't want to experience that kind of disappointment again.
I tossed and turned all night, pissed at myself that I didn't think of the obvious. She doesn't arrive into the office until 9 o'clock and I call at exactly 9 o'clock. "Mrs. Smith, this is Siri Wright in 9A."

"Oh, yes dear, what can I do for you?"

"Listen, I was wondering if you could tell me what day Mr. Moore is moving in? I thought it would be nice to take him a welcome gift."

"Oh, sweetie, that is so thoughtful of you. You know how military men are. They are always being uprooted and all. A welcome gift is such a nice idea. You know I stayed late yesterday talking to him. He was waiting to see you, but he had to leave before you made it home."

"There was a herd of cows on the express lane, and I was stuck in traffic. I hate I missed him."

"He is quite smitten with you, dear. He was trying to get some information on you, but I told him I couldn't divulge anything because of privacy issues."

"What did he want to know?"

"How long you had been here and how long a lease you signed."

"He did? Did he say why he wanted to know?"

"No. You know how pilots are. Well, maybe you don't, but they are very concise communicators. He didn't say why, but he must have a reason for asking. My first husband was a helicopter pilot too."
He's a helicopter pilot! Cool!
"It was very frustrating talking to him. I was always playing 20 questions to pry information out of him. It didn't last. We divorced after…."

I clear my throat.

"Oh dear me, I didn't mean to rattle on. Where was I?"

"You were about to tell me how long a lease he signed."

"Oh, yes. He took the 3 month lease, which I thought was curious."

"Why was that curious?"

"Well, I must have misunderstood, you know I do get confused sometimes, but I could have sworn he told me his buddy coming in for training would need a year lease. Well, anyway, it doesn't matter really."