Rock Star Billionaire

Shit. I could hear the thudding sound of my chest as though it were adjacent to my ears. It must have been a whole minute before I gathered the courage to slowly turn around, ignoring the chills in my fingers.

“You heard that?” I laughed. Thank you Acting 101 Gen-Ed requirements. “Spying on your tellers now? The NSA would be so proud.”

Zayden’s lips crooked very slightly. Was that a smile? Was he amused? Angry? Oh God, I really couldn’t tell.

“We keep a microphone at the tellers’ booth in every branch for surveillance, in case there is any suspicious activity from a customer. Handling money is serious business.”

I actually knew that. How could I have been so stupid?

“Which is why I made up that little story about us, so that guys like that don’t continue to distract me from my very serious job of handling your money.”

I was quite surprised by the confidence in my own voice.

He laughed. Phew. It was an adorable laugh and I wouldn’t mind kissing him while he did it. No wonder the other tellers couldn’t keep their hands off of him with his dashing looks. Men this powerful are hard to turn down.

He was fumbling with a button on his coat and I tried hard not to wish that my nipples were his buttons. I should have been embarrassed; he had heard me claim I was engaged to him, and imply he was connected to the mob. If embarrassment was the socially acceptable reaction to such a situation, then why the hell was I so aroused? He was coming closer and I momentarily forgot how to breathe.

“Let me make you a proposition,” he said as he sat down across from me. “We will never have to speak about of your encounter with that bespectacled guy if you let me take you out to lunch tomorrow.”

“I have to work,” I said automatically.

Was I even breathing? I couldn’t be sure.

“I’ll pay you to take the whole day off. And maybe after lunch we can spend the whole day in my apartment being, you know, ‘married’ for the day.”

He winked. I felt my pulse rising. Right now I couldn’t think of a single reason to turn his offer down, but I had to get ahold of myself. This was what Zayden did, and I was smarter than the women who fell for it.

“Sure, we can meet each other’s parents and raise some children after,” I laughed. It wasn’t a convincing laughter. I got up before things could get out of hand. “I’ll eat this later. Have a nice day Mr. Sinclair,” I said and walked away without looking back.

This must have been what a tornado felt like.

CHAPTER 2

ZAYDEN

I looked at the girl lying next to me with a mixture of confusion and amusement. I was pretty sure she was faking sleep. Just like last night she had pretended to be too intoxicated to go home, even when I suggested I would have my chauffeur drive her in one of the limos. Girls like this got on my nerves, and I was starting to regret taking her back to my place.

Not that I wasn’t used to girls clinging on like this; usually, however, after a good fuck I would just tell them that I was “emotionally unavailable.” There would be some crying, but eventually those words would drive women to flee without much egging on my part. I let out an involuntary snort. Women. All I knew was it worked. Anything worked. Everything worked.

Most of the time, anyway. Very rarely did women deny my advances, and Aria Roberts had been th

e first in countless years to so casually turn me down. It excited me to maddening degrees; it had gotten far too easy for me to get women and I needed a good challenge. But last night, I was so frustrated that I picked up the first pair of sexy boobs that flashed in my face at the Tavern. Boring personality, if she had one at all, and an even more boring lay. I had half the mind to finish myself off in the middle of it, but felt sorry for the poor soul. Another reason it pissed me off that she was still lying comfortable in my king-sized bed.

“Wake up!” I tapped her shoulders. “Quick! It’s time to go home.”

She opened her eyes slowly and got out of the covers, still naked. She did have nice breasts; maybe it wasn’t the worst pick-up ever after all.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, ruffling her hair. Trying to be cute. Women. “I didn’t realize I over-slept. I was…”

Yeah, the breasts were really something. She was rambling on but I didn’t catch a single word, or care to. I felt myself get harder watching her nipples and just threw her back into the bed. She seemed way too excited about it; I’d have to deal with it later but for now I just grabbed her and closed my eyes.

I thrust myself deep inside her, picturing Aria Roberts’ tiny body and perfect little ass in my mind. Fuck.

***

“Mrs. Sinclair asked me about your whereabouts this morning,” my driver Ned said.

I grunted. My mother had a way of getting on my nerves.