UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (7 page)

He laughs. "Sounds like you need to go eat."

"Yeah. I'm hungry."

"How about another raincheck?"

"Sure. For what?"

"A ride in your car. My choice of fast and furious or nice and slow." He squeezes my hand and leans toward me. I turn my face up for his kiss, but his sister calls back and "Same Love" blasts us, breaking the spell. We laugh looking into each other's face. He takes a step back, drops his head, and shakes it. "I can't catch a break." He hits ignore on his phone.

I squeeze his hand and step forward quickly to him. "I would love another raincheck. Your choice. Fast and furious or nice and slow." He smiles one of his sexy as hell smiles making me tingle.
Kiss me…right now!
But his phone goes off again. "I can't catch a break either."
We both laugh, then I spin him around and push him towards his truck. "Go. It must be really important."

"My calendar is clear on Sunday. If not before …" Once in the truck, he puts the window down.

"Def on Sunday then."

"See ya Wright." He answers his phone, puts it in reverse and backs out.

I wave. "Ciao!" Then I turn and walk to our building.
I like you, Moore.

Once in my apartment, I strip, put on a lace only robe, fix myself a salad and go out on to the balcony to eat it.
I'm starving.
I munch on my lettuce thinking about Moore. I start to laugh.
I don't even know his first name! Ok. That's priority #1. I don't want to call him Moore anymore. Besides, I can't find him on Facebook without it. How else am I going to stalk him and find out more intimate details about his life? I have to learn more about Moore.
I take a bite and chew.
See if he's on Tinder or OKCupid.com, or even Match.com!

I finish my salad, take the bowl to the sink, and wash it.
What am I going to call him? The only thing that fits is Golden God. Nothing else really suits him. I'll call him that for now.

Back out on the balcony, I download the apps, enter a quick description of myself, hit search, and …
nope, no Golden God Moore.
He isn't on any of them.
It was a long shot.
I give it up and decide to go in to work on the dance moves for "Happy," but I leave the doors open so I can listen for his Raptor to come back. I get my MacBook Pro, set it up on the chair in my converted living room and get to work. The video has so many components, it will be extremely complex, plus it will be a big theatrical challenge, but I think I can pull it off.

"Notes: Find a hat identical to Pharrell's."
It's perfect to stuff my hair in.
"Make sure Bart also gets up with Steve Carell, Kelly Osbourne, Jimmy Fallon and any other celebrity in the video for guest appearances. Work out some bait and switch moves to incorporate going in and out of Pharrell's character to the dancers that would be believable. Call a magician in to help with that."
The hardest portion will be doing the dude that kicks his legs doing a head stand then pushes up to one hand. If I can nail it, that guy's move alone should bring the house down. Especially when they discover I was performing the whole fucking thing. This video performance should sky rocket my show back to the top.
"Discuss bringing in the choreographer to help."
They don't get enough recognition.
"DO MORE HAND STAND PUSH-UPS!"

By the time I hear the Raptor pull into the parking lot, I have memorized the first portion of the video and I am doing the third set of hand stand push-ups on the wall. My arms feel like noodles, but I'm feeling stoked! I walk out onto the balcony to watch him park. He looks up to me immediately and waves as he walks in front of the headlights. I wave back. Once he is in the building, I shut my balcony doors, turn my computer off and go to bed. I fall back on it exhausted.
Tomorrow is my last day at work and then the cocktail party. After that, I will pursue the Golden God down the hall.
I fall asleep easily and dream of a golden statue that comes alive and carries me up to Mount Olympus, but not the one in the clouds. The one in Vegas.

CHAPTER FIVE

Thank God It's Friday is the first thought I have when I wake up, stretch my arms over my head and take three deep breaths.
I slept like a baby.
I go through my daily routine of stretches, but I skip the hand stand and push-ups.
I did enough of those last night.

When I arrive at work, TD is there waiting on me. He opens the front door. "I have to go to the other office today. There's an issue I have to deal with. Let me have your digits. I'll pick you up at 7. The cocktails are at 8."

"No. I'm not giving you my personal number. You can use Facebook if you need to contact me."

"Fine. The attire is semiformal. Wear something more revealing." He looks at my breasts. "You do have something sexier than the business suits you always hide in, don't you?" He looks at my face and finds a severe smirk on it. "Wear something sexier." He opens the door, takes a step out, then backtracks. "Pretty please with sugar on top." His charm turned on high. "And thanks colleague."

"Sure. You're welcome."

My last day is uneventful. At 4 o'clock, I hug the few people who bothered to come by to wish me well. I'm glad the day is finally over. As I pull out of the parking lot for the last time, I thank my lucky stars that I went to Vegas and became a dancer instead of an Accountant.

Sitting at a red light, my phone vibrates.
That has to be TD. *
The cocktail party has been pushed to 10. Something about a flight being delayed. I'll pick you up at 9:15. If that's ok? Please let it be ok, with some sprinkles on top.*

I smirk at my phone.
He is pouring it on thick!
*It's ok. 9:15 then. The gate will be closed. I'll let the guard know to let you in. Make sure you have your driver's license. They will check your id after 9.*

When I pull into the parking lot, I see that Moore is gone.
Fuck! I need my Golden God fix for the day. And I need to find out his first name!

Half way to the elevator, I remember TD and the gate.
I'll ask Mrs. Smith to let Tony know when he comes in.
At the office door, I see Lucy sitting at the desk. She is a small Asian woman about the same age as Mrs. Smith who handles the collections and evictions while Mrs. Smith is the people person. She is looking over some papers.
I hope the woman who was crying isn't getting evicted. I need to remember to chat Mrs. Smith up about her. If she needs help with her rent, I could slip a money order under the door and get her out of a pinch.
When I knock, Lucy looks up and smiles at me. "Hello Lucy. It's good to see you." She nods, but doesn't say anything. "Is Mrs. Smith around?"

"No." She goes back to studying the papers she has in her hand.

"Will she be back today?"

"No." Lucy speaks broken English with a heavy accent, but she understands it perfectly.

"Did her daughter have the baby?"

"Yes." Lucy smiles at me. "A gurl."

"Oh, that's wonderful! I know she is thrilled!"

"Yes. You need hep?"

"Yes. I have a visitor coming around 9:15. I wanted to let Tony know. I don't want to give this guy the gate code."

"OK. I tell Tony. Car?"

"He will be in a red Porsche."

"Ah, fancy. Good! You need life."

I laugh.

"You go out? Dat good. I tell Tony."

"Thanks."

In my apartment, I strip, throw on a tank top and yoga shorts.
I have four hours to kill. I'll call Cat later. Maybe she can talk.

I grab my iPhone, a beer from the fridge, and go out on to the balcony. I plop down in my lounge chair to relax, run the beer across my forehead. I take a long drag on the bottle.
Ah! There is nothing like the first taste of an ice cold beer on a hot humid day.
I sing Halo softly to myself as I text Cat. *call me when you can talk a little while*

Laying my head back to enjoy the sun, and slowly sipping my brew, my thoughts return to Moore.
Yay! It's the weekend of Moore and me.
I grin wickedly at the sky.
I can't wait to explore him. Yum, I can't wait to run my hands over that fine fucking muscle.
My palms itch thinking of his hot golden skin with the soft golden hair and how it will tickle as I slide them over it. I suck hard on the bottle.
I wonder how big his penis is. I hope it isn't extra large. I've seen small pythons before. Lei says they are a bit much even for her. My guess is 6 to 8 inches. And I'm sure he knows how to wield it!
My hand slides down between my legs and rubs my pussy.
I can't wait to feel him in me! I'm horny as hell for him! Stop!
I stand up before I start masturbating.
I want the fucking fireworks finale!

Leaning against the rail looking out over the parking lot, I finish my beer. "Brick House" starts to play.
Cat!
I pounce on my phone. "Hey girlie!"

"Hey baby girl!" The sound of her voice washes over me and makes me homesick for her. "Are you calling with details on the Flyboy?"

"Yeppers."

"I can't wait to hear. But first, how's your mother?"

"She's good as new. As soon as the doctors released her, she and Daddy left for a sailing trip around the Virgin Islands."

"That's great news. Does that mean you are coming back?"

"Yes, but not right away. I want to check out Moore."

"I understand. The heart wants what the heart wants. I have about 15 minutes to spare. Tell me all about this Flyboy named Moore."

"Well, first off, he isn't a Flyboy any more. I found out he has resigned."

"Whew! That's good. One less thing for the heart to deal with."

"Yep."

"So…. Come on, don't make me ask 20 questions. Spill it!"

I giggle. "Man, Oh, Man, Cat! He is absolutely gorgeous! He is the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on."

"Wow! That's really saying something. Better than the boys from Chippendales and the Thunder from Down Under?"

"Well, he stacks up. He literally makes my mouth water looking at him."

She laughs at that. "Give me a reference? Someone I can visualize! Tom Cruise in his flight suit in Top Gun has been floating around in my mind ever since I heard he was a pilot."

"Oh, no, he's better than Cruise. Think Thor, Chris Hemsworth."

"Who?" Cat pauses for emphasis then laughs. "No, I'm only kidding.
Damn!
"

"I know, right?"

"He has blonde hair then?"

"No. Yes. It's dark blonde with a few golden sun streaks that glisten."

"Well, that totally rules out Tom Cruise."

I laugh. "Well he has the great ass."

"We do love a great ass. How are his eyes and his smile?"

"Perfect!"

"No, what color are his eyes?"

"Emerald Green! When the light shines on them, they are bright emerald green."

"Damn! That's as rare as your light crystal green ones."

"He takes my breath away."

"No doubt. Do I even need to ask about his smile now?"

"It's prefect too! It lights up his face. You can think Tom Cruise there. And his eyebrows are dark, almost black too. They match the darker hair underneath."

"Ok, I'm thinking Brad Pitt now?"

"Who?" I tease her, pausing then laughing. "Just kidding! No, he's not like Pitt. I'll snap a pic as soon as I can and send it to you."

"So, let me get this right, you have found a man with emerald green eyes framed by dark brows, capped with a head of dark, yet golden, sun streaked hair on a body like Thor's?"

"YES! He is a fucking fine feast!"

"Wow! You better hook up with this guy. I can't wait to meet him now! Send me a pic ASAP." She speaks to someone on her end. "Hang on, Babe, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Then returns to me. "Sorry about that. We have a new girl coming in to train, and I need to watch her skills. You know the drill. How much is she going to need before we can put her on the floor?"

"Yeah, I remember my two weeks of intense torture at your hands." I laugh.

"You were the easiest one I ever taught, sweetie. Not everyone has your natural ear for music and your raw dance talent."

"I thought Laura was doing your training?"

"She's pregnant! I didn't text you?"

"No! Oh my gosh! How did that happen?"

"Unprotected fucking. It only takes one time. Don't you get caught! Too many people depend on your dancing for their living."

"Don't worry, Cat, I've taken precautions. I'm not about to fuck up this dream I call my life. It's too sweet. So, has she left and gone back home?"

"No, she is still working for me. I'm training her as a manager now. We have basically traded jobs. You hate to lose good girls, you know? And she's more like family."

"Yeah, I know." I feel a twang of guilt at not returning immediately, but I know I can't until Moore is either more, or no more. "I'm sorry! I didn't ask how the club is doing. How's it going? How are the girls, and Bart?" I roll my eyes at myself. "I'm so caught up in this guy, I can't think straight."

Cat laughs at me. "You're in love, girl! And you don't even know his name! But we're ok. We're still rolling in the dough, living the dream, but we miss you. Customers are starting to rotate back in too and they are asking when Surreal will perform again."

"I know. Give me a couple more weeks, and I promise to return to Vegas. I'll know by then one way or the other on Moore."

"I'm going to hold you to that. As a matter of fact, I'll have Bart schedule his jet to pick you up. Let's say on May 1st. May day!"

"Ok, I promise to be on it when it returns. Come hell or high water." I hear her cracking up at my southern lingo. "Give Bart a squeeze for me. Tell him, my green eyes are goo-goo over this guy."

"I know exactly what he will say. 'Tell her to get her glowing green eyes back here or he'll be goo-goo! And if that man breaks her heart, I'll personally come down there and make his eyes goo-goo!'"

We both crack up at the thought of Bart even using the term goo-goo. He is much too sophisticated for lingo like that. "Hey, before you go, I wanted to tell you I'm going out tonight. To a cocktail party. A colleague from work was supposed to go with someone else, but she canceled on him at the last minute. He begged me to take her place. He was so desperate, I agreed."

"That's fantastic! What are you wearing? Did you buy a new dress?"

"No, I didn't have time. He asked me yesterday afternoon."

"Good! You are going to wear your Black & Blue Baby! It will remind you of who you are! You are not a hick from the sticks. You are our gold mine. Our million dollar, Baby Girl. Surreal! Star! The toast of Vegas! I know what you are thinking. It's possible someone has seen your show and might put two and two together, but as your manager, that's a chance I want you to take. Please, please, tell me you will wear it!"

"I'm so glad you approve. It's too Diva for around here, but it's all I have."

"The wives will be shocked, but the men will love it. They always have. Are you still working on your pole routines?"

"All the time. It's all I do in my infinite amount of spare time. I've become addicted to exercise!"

"Don't get too lean and toned now. Keep your curves!"

"I'm not. Don't worry. I've been developing some new routines for Seary and I'm working on a killer return performance for Surreal to 'Happy.'"

"Pharrell's 'Happy?'"

"Yes! I have an idea that will send my return to the top of the strip."

"I can't wait to see it! Have you seen Beyoncé's 'Partition' video?"

"Yes, I've been doing it too. It's ready to go." I walk to the stripper pole. I remember Mrs. Smith's raised eyebrows when I asked about having it installed, but Bart is right, 'Money talks and shit walks.'

"That's fantastic. I'll tell Bart to clear it with Beyoncé's people."

"If I can't get the kinks worked out on 'Happy,' I can do 'Partition' and save 'Happy' for the 4th of July. It will be the biggest production yet. I've got some really cool ideas. I'll email James my production thoughts so he can start working on it. But let's not blab about that. How's the girls? I miss them."

"They miss you too. Lola and Red, both asked when you were coming back this morning. Everyone misses your giggles including me. The dressing room and practice sessions haven't been the same without your silliness."

"What? No one else cuts up or just busts loose?"

"No! It's gotten more and more serious without you. Hurry home! That's an order! I need laughter!"

"How's Lei doing?"

"She's been doing great. I think you've officially saved another one. She's taken over your role as mood monitor and she'll sing 'Beautiful' or 'Invisible' to anyone who even remotely looks sad, much less depressed. She doesn't have the voice you do, but her heart is in the right place. It's really very touching, Siri. You would be proud."