UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (8 page)

"I can't tell you what that means to me." I tear up. "Give her a squeeze from me."

"I will. Listen, you know I have to run. It was so good to hear your voice. Take care of yourself. I'll let everyone know we are having a party when you get back."

"I will. I can't either! I need some hugs! I'm home sick for y'all."

"Love you, Baby Girl."

"Love you too! Bye Cat!"

I hang up.
Gosh, it was so good to talk to Cat. I miss her and my life. I'm ready to go home! I am ready to be back in the spotlight. I miss dancing and performing! I miss Vegas!

My iPhone dings and the invitation from Cat for May 1, 2014 is there. "The jet will arrive at 3 o'clock your time. Have your bags packed! You're coming home!" I smile at my phone.
She is so organized!

My stomach growls.
Time to eat.
I grab a chicken salad and a water then go back out on the balcony to eat. I pig out as I listen to all the parking lot traffic. When I'm done, I drink my water as I try to guess Moore's first name.
Nothing fits him. He doesn't look like a Michael, or a Richard, or even a Lee.
I shake my head.
Nothing fits him.
Back in the kitchen, I throw my meal away, grab another water then return to the balcony.
I have to find out what his damn name is!
When I step out, I
hear his truck. It has a distinct sound, like purring. I walk to the edge of the railing to watch him.
How do you properly dream about someone without calling them by their first name?
Easy. You call him a Golden God.
I smirk.
If the shoe fits.

I watch the Golden God park his truck. The spot next to my car is taken. He has to find another, but he finds one closer. When he gets out, he leans over the side of the truck bed. He is wearing a big armed, black tank top over a pair of plaid shorts and flip flops. The view even from this distance of his golden hair, broad shoulders, perfect skin and perfect ass causes that sweet lurching feeling as my pussy tightens involuntarily. He stands up with two bags of groceries and a case of beer.
He's been to the grocery store.
I can see more grocery bags in the bed.
He cooks too? This guy just keeps getting better and better.

As he walks toward our building, he looks up to my balcony smiling.
You know I watch for you.
I wave then twirl around humming "Halo" again ready to find out what his name is. Going to my closet for my shoes, I slip into a pair of wedge sandals and pause looking at my reflection. My nipples are standing out happy at the thought of seeing him.
Shit! I don't have a bra on!
For the sake of time, I throw a t-shirt over the tank and head out the door. My plan is simple.
Get his name! I will be standing at the elevator door when it opens. I will say … something! He will say something. I will tell him my name, and he will tell me his. There you go, perfect!

When I step out into the hall, I see Lucy walking toward me. "Shit! Not now!"

She throws her hand up in a wave to me. "Miss Wright, I toll Tony, ok?"

"Ok, that's great. Thanks so much."

"I speak with you."

"Yes, of course. I was heading down to my car. Can we discuss it on the way down?"

"No."

The elevator dings and I hear the doors slide open.
Shit!
Moore exits looking so fucking fine in that tank top. He completely fills out the large arm holes with his immense chest and bulging back. He pauses to look down the hall to my apartment, but when he sees me standing outside with Lucy, he turns away heading to his place with his groceries. I watch his retreating figure over the top of Lucy's head.

She turns to see who I am gawking at then turns back frowning. "No. We talk here. Now."

"Now? Lucy, it's Friday afternoon. Can't we do it another day, another time?"

"No. Now."

I open my door and invite her in.
There were at least 2 more bags. He has to make another trip. All is not lost. Don't panic. But hurry!

"When you go, we fix dis." She walks into the living room and stands by the stripper pole.

"Yes, I already paid to have the apartment returned to the original state." I head back to my door and wait for her. "We're good, aren't we?" I open the door for her.

"No. Not good. You pay rent too.

"Rent?" I hear the elevator ding. I stick my head out the door in time to see Moore walk in.
I've only got a couple of minutes to ditch Lucy.
I look back to see that she has crossed the apartment and is standing next to me at the door.

"Rent at repair."

"Oh! I understand. I have to pay rent the month they are fixing it back."

"Yes." She nods and looks stern at me.

"Ok, I will pay it too."

"Ok den." She smiles and follows me into the hallway.

As I start to walk down to the elevator I see that she is still standing at my door. "Is there something else?"

"When you pay?"

"I'll pay it with this month's rent, if that's good." I am walking backwards towards the elevator.

She nods. "Yes. Good." She points to my door knob. "We change dis too. No keys."

"Ok. Great."

"You in big hurry?"

"Yes, actually I am."

"Ok din." She walks away from my apartment. "We like parking idea too."

"Good." I slow down and wait for her to catch up.

"You get two free." She smiles at me.

"That's fantastic. Thanks."

"Umm hmm."

When we get to the elevator, I ask. "Are you going down or up?"

"Down too."

I push the down button.
Shit! She's going to be standing here when he gets off.
We stand there in silence waiting for the elevator to arrive. When it dings and the door opens, Moore steps out holding four bags of groceries.

His face lights up when he sees me. "Miss Wright." He speaks to Lucy too. "Good afternoon, Lucy. How are you today?"

"Fine, Fly Boy." There is clear animosity in her tone. She brushes him aside, knocking his bags out of the way and gets in the elevator.

He starts to say something else, but closes his mouth, stunned.
The look on his face is priceless.
I can't help but giggle. He winks at me and I stare after him, watching as he walks to his apartment.

Lucy holds the doors open for me. "You come." She commands me.

But what I hear is, 'you cum.' I whisper to myself. "I intend to." I rub my twitching palms down the fronts of my thighs, bending over slightly. Pushing my tits together, I smile at the motion of his perfect physique moving with perfect posture. His teres major and deltoid muscles are shown off by his tank top, but it's his ass that holds my eye.
His gluteus is maximus!
The whole package walking away makes me whisper. "The man truly walks like a fucking God!"

Lucy asks, "What you say?"

When he reaches his door, he shifts the bags to one hand, pulls out his key and looks back at me as he unlocks it.
Shit! Busted.
He grins and waits.

I grin and turn to Lucy. "Oh, I said, 'I've left my car keys, Oh my God.' You go on down without me."

"Umm hmm." She shakes her head as the elevator doors close. "Fly Boys, day no good."

When I turn back to Moore, he has gone inside. I sigh as I start walking backward to my apartment.
What if I walked down there, knocked and said, 'How about that bottle of wine now?' If I did that, I wouldn't be going to the cocktail party. Poor TD would cry for sure! Be patient. You didn't get Moore's first name, but you got a killer wink. One last obligation, then you can devote yourself totally to him. Finding out his name will pale in comparison to finding out what delights we will explore until May 1.

CHAPTER SIX

Back in my bedroom, I hang my Black & Blue Baby on the closet door. "Girlie, we're going to go to a cocktail party tonight where you will make the men drool and the women secretly cream themselves. Then later, they will fuck until the sun rises and fall into a deep satisfied coma." Flopping backward on the bed, I bounce. "And on May 1st, we are flying home with or without Moore but I sure hope it is with Moore."

Home. Vegas.
I stare at my dress in silence.
For three years I have called Vegas home. There are so many great memories tied up in this dress. I've entertained so many people! You know what I should do while I'm waiting? I should update my Facebook fan pages. I've been neglecting them.
I get my Mac Book Pro, and sitting with my legs in a yoga stretch on the bed, I open it to Facebook. I'm impressed every time I check my pages. The number of fans I have for Surreal is in the 100k's, but Seary has a very respectable 20,000. To think that a small town girl from the Deep South has made it so big in a place like Vegas is really overwhelming. I'm still the same little girl, but I'm so much more now.
I really have an awesome support team surrounding me that makes everything run smooth. I need to do something special for them when I return to let them know how much I truly appreciate all they do. Maybe I'll fly everyone to Colorado for a few days.

When I finish, I check the time. It's 8 o'clock.
Time to get ready.

After my shower, I apply a light brush of silver with a tad of smoky navy at the corners of my eyes.
That will be enough to make my green eyes pop.
Walking back to my closet to get dressed, I strut knowing I will turn heads, harden cocks, and wet pussies.

It will feel good to be a Diva again. Cat was right.
I lovingly step into my Black & Blue Baby, then lean over so my boobs fall forward, pull the specially designed bodice in place and close the miniature quick snap on the collar. When I straighten up everything settles into place perfectly.

The diamond shaped bodice has a tight choker style collar of super soft black leather. There are no sleeves and no back. It is made of a special blend of spandex and micro fiber in indigo blue and contains a large heart shaped hole cut in the bosom. The top point of the heart lays at the top of my cleavage, flat against my breast bone. It then goes up and out, rounds inward, barely missing my nipples and ending in a point at the bottom of my cleavage. Hidden in the lining are push-up pads which keep my breasts plump in the heart hole and on full display. A heavy black braid forms a bigger heart around the rest of the bodice. It starts at the top of the open heart, but the sides of this heart go down the outside of my tits, hugging them and also serving to keep everything in place while I maneuver on the pole. The sides move inward above my waist, traveling down below my navel, and finishing in a point at my hidden Lovers Heart.

I hear Cat's training voice.
No one is immune to the sexual arousal tits stir within. No one!
The dress was designed so that when I strut, my DD's jiggle with a grace all their own.
Like an ocean wave, the eyes are spell bound. They can't look away.

The super short, super soft, black leather skirt also forms the shape of a heart both in the front and in the back. The heart point in the front starts where the black heavy braid ends. It arches up over my hips, then around to the back, where it hugs my full, firm ass like a glove. Laying on the tops of my butt cheeks, the top point of the heart in the rear sits at the crack of my ass. The hem line, in the front and back, is cut at an angle so that only half of a bottom point is made, but the impression is of another heart shape. From the back, the only fabric you see is what is covering my ass. The cut, the lay, and the design makes the fabric move when I strut in my stiletto's with each cheek rolling, like a heart beating.

The whole dress is a fucking work of art!
Instantly, I feel like the million dollar baby I am. The final touch is my black leather stilettos. Which I slip into, then roll up in a classic stripper move.
And I'm feeling good!

As Surreal, I always wear my thick hair down with massive big curls, streaked with blue and black hair paint, and laced with gold. It's very dramatic, very fly! To conceal my face and protect my identity, I wear a belly dancer veil and full mardi gras mask.
But tonight, I'll wear my hair up, in a simple French twist.
I dig around the dresser for my invisible clip. Starting at the nape of my neck, I form the simple knot then tuck the ends in and secure it. When I look in the mirror, it hangs softly.
Now, to pull out a few, small, long strands around the nape and … wha la, an air of elegance while remaining cool and sexy.

Now the only problem is a handbag. A heavy strap will interfere with my cleavage, but I'm not going off with TD without protection. I wonder if I brought my
black leather Gucci. It has an extra-long, thin strap, I can lay along the heavy braid and keep my cleavage open or it can double as a clutch.
I find it packed in one of the emergency suitcases. When I open it, I discover there is $1000 in a money clip from the last time I carried it.
Now for my info mini clutch,
which contains my driver's license and a couple of credit cards. I drop it in and check the time on my phone. It's 9:00.
Perfect timing.

I sit on the bed and reach under my pillow. And
last but not least;
I pull out my Ruger LCR, check the bullets in the chamber, make sure it is secure and drop it in.
Brutus, you would be so proud of me for remembering.

Walking into the kitchen, I lay the purse down on the counter. Taking my phone, I walk to the balcony to watch for TD. I quickly text Cat. *Tell Brutus I want him on that May 1st flight coming to pick me up. I miss the big ole boy.*

I quickly scan the parking lot.
Now to wait for TD, get some good karma for doing this, and move forward with my pursuit of happiness and the Golden God.
I feel the vibration of a text. *He's already on the flight manifest. :-)* I smile as I step to the railing and drink in the evening air. The Raptor hasn't moved.
I wonder if Moore is having friends over for dinner. He had enough food for several people. Maybe I'll pretend to be locked out tonight and knock on his door when I come back.

At exactly 9:15, I see TD's car enter the lot. I close the French doors and lock up. "Show time!" Grabbing my purse, I stuff my phone in it then lock the door behind me and drop in the key. Walking down the hallway to the elevator, I strut with all the sass I feel, all dressed up again. Boobs bouncing. Ass beating. I focus on 9G and try to will Moore to come out.
I want to see you! I want you to see me!

At the elevator, I push the down button. It dings and the doors slide open almost immediately. Entering, I realize the gun is just a little too heavy to carry in my hand.
I don't want to drop it.
I pull the strap free and hang it over my head and shoulder as I move to the back corner. The weight of the gun makes it hang nice.
I roll my shoulder around testing it.
That's good.

As the doors start to slide closed on their own, my eyes focus on the shrinking gap and my mind flashes to the views of Moore I've had through them. Our special connection emphasized there.
I want to see him… now.
Right on cue, a golden hand slides in, stopping their progress.

Fuck yeah!
My heart flip flops, skips a couple of beats, then races to my throat, choking off my air. The butterflies return, circling, making every part of me tingle. Instantly, I'm turned on.

His hand rests on the door as they stop and reverse their path.
Now that's a real man's hand.
His fingers are strong and nimble. His nails are clean and neatly cut.

As the doors open, I smile and silently mouth. "Sweet Zeus, Father of the Fucking Gods, Thank You." And when the gap is big enough for his frame to squeeze through, the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on slides in with his back to me, pulling his phone out of his front pants pocket and typing something with one hand, while holding a cooler, probably full of beer, in the other.

Tonight he is dressed in another J Crew shirt, short sleeves, loosely buttoned, with tight, white pants. The shirt is dark purple and his skin tone is warm against it. His hair reflects soft gold tints in the elevator light. Even the hair on his arms reflects gold highlights.

I smirk.
He doesn't see me! He is seriously preoccupied with his phone.
No one was in the hallway when he came out of his apartment and the elevator was standing open.
He thinks he is alone.
I grin as I watch him push the phone back in his pants pocket, then the L button on the elevator panel. As the doors close, I inhale deeply through my nose trying to be as quiet as a mouse.
Yum!
I close my eyes and they roll back into my head.
Old Spice cologne and his musk! He smells like heaven itself!

The elevator starts its descent and he takes a step back as he sets the cooler down almost on my foot. I try to move it inconspicuously, but his eyes dart to the movement. When he sees my stilettos, his eyebrows raise and a slow, sexy smile spreads across his face.

I melt.

In slow motion, he turns, and his gaze crawls up my legs taking in every curve.

I tingle where they touch.

As he looks up my dancer legs, his expression changes from playful to hungry.

I am not breathing.

When he gets to the hem of my dress, he pauses as if he knows I'm naked under it.

I'm pinned to the wall.

His eyes linger at my pussy.

My clit throbs.

His gaze moves upward again. He enjoys my cleavage.

My heart pounds in my chest.

He examines my tits, taking in every detail.

I gulp a breath of air. My chest expands. The edges of my nipples flash him.

His thunder ripples across his face.

My chest heaves.

He watches it rise and fall.

I am quivering.

His eyes continue up my neck.

I am hot.

He studies my lips.

I lick them.

His emerald green, gorgeous eyes thunder into mine.

I am trembling inside.

He steps over the cooler and invades my space.

I am powerless to resist him.

His body heat floods the air.

I am on fire.

His breath caresses my face.

I nearly swoon.

He smells my hair. A low throat moan escapes him.

I tingle.

He looks back into my eyes. His thunder is there, raw, unguarded.

I turn my face away.

He puts his arms against the wall, encompassing me within his essence. "Hi."

I lick my lips again.

"Look at me."

I lift my face.

He smiles.

My eyes fall to his lips.

"Giorno e notte sogno solo di te."

I bite my lip hard.

The smile falls from his face. I sense his thunder lying just beneath the surface.

I feel … wild!

The elevator slows, then dings and comes to a stop on the 5th floor. As the doors slide open, he moans.

"Oh…." We hear a surprised voice as someone enters the elevator.

Moore drops his arms, then turns to stand next to me, politely facing front. We both stare straight ahead. A middle aged man has entered but his wife has not. She takes one look at me gulping air, finally able to breathe, then looks at Moore. Her eyes fall to his groin and she reaches out for her husband's arm. "Go ahead. We will wait for the next one." The man grunts as she pulls him back out.

When the elevator starts down, I wait, wanting Moore to resume his seduction, but he doesn't. He stands firm beside me. "I guess you are going out tonight?"

"How could you tell?" My flirty tone is sweet and sassy.

He chuckles still staring forward. "With someone … special?"

"No. Apparently, you're going out tonight with someone else."

He grins and turns to face me, resting his shoulder on the wall.

I grin and turn my face to him. "Are you going out with someone … special?"

He laughs. "No. I'm going alone to a Hail and Farewell on post. I don't know where the special someone in my life is going." He winks at me. "Where are you going?"

I laugh. "To a cocktail party with a colleague from my temp job. He had a last minute cancellation yesterday and I agreed to go with him so he wouldn't have to back out."

"So, a hot date?"

"No.
Not
a hot date!"

He closes the distance. His body heat hits me. "You sure look hot."

I look away as a flush falls over my skin.
You make me hot!

He leans his head down and whispers in my ear. "You really look hot!" He runs his fingers down my arm. My skin feels scorched from his heat as goose bumps pop out. He smiles knowing his seduction is working.