The One Night Mistake That Became My Billionaire Boss

"I thought you left." The tall stranger whispers into my ear and they lit up a deep crimson red at the heat and proximity. I noted the most important thing as it is very weird given the circumstances. He is not drunk. His breath is fresh, minty with traces of coffee and something else I can't fathom in my stewed brain right now.

I turn around to come face to face with a broad chest, clad in a white shirt. I have to look up, past his perfectly squared chin to get to his face. I'm five feet six inches in my heels, this man is over six feet tall and he's definitely not in heels.

His eyes are the darkest green I've ever seen, it is unnerving and he is staring at me with a curious gaze and I don't remember what I wanted to say again. If the loud music of the club was in sync with my heartbeat before, my heartbeat has messed up that sync because it is beating sporadically out of control now. With his hands still clutching my waist and the long fingers splayed over my hips, I decide I have found the perfect one night stand specimen.

"Dance with me?" It is a statement framed as a question, I nod my consent because I don't stand a chance, not with that rich resounding baritone that drowns out the noise of the club as it reverberates down my spine in one chill stroke.

His strong arm around my waist tightens slightly, making me snap out of the trance his roiling emerald eyes has me in. I manage a smile as the dance floor starts getting crowded with couples.

"How come you're not drunk?" I say into his chest. I really can't continue staring into his eyes. He is too beautiful to be real. And his fingers grabbing onto my hips this intimately should feel invasive if it wasn't absolutely delicious. The soft music helps conversations and I'm up for it.

"I have to drive." He says into my ears and a shiver goes down my spine. Again. He doesn't have to whisper in my ears at all but he does and the slight smile on his face tells me he knows exactly what he's doing. The effect his perfection is having on me. I'm too obvious for my own good.

I decide to play along. I'm no ugly frog by any measures. I have decent features and I am a grown woman at a club on a Friday night. I need to stop acting like a teenager on her first date.

"Hm." I look up into his eyes, determined not to lose the stare off.

I do. After just thirty seconds.

"I was sad when I saw you leaving." He says into my ears. If they were red before, they might be purple now. He does not only whispers and move away, he hesitates like he wants to nibble at my ear and that split second of contact is driving me insane. I clench my thighs together.

"Hm. Why?" My voice is a squeak. His fingers starts tapping a pattern on my hips and my mouth goes dry.

"I wanted to dance with you. Hold you. Feel you before you disappeared." The whisper again. The shiver down my spine again. The almost nibble at the sensitive part of my ear that connects to my neck. The music. The vibe in the air right now. Everything feels charged. I am feeling different things all at once. I have lost the opportunity to play it cool. He is throwing me the bait and watching me coolly to see if I would bite.

I do not intend to only bite, I would actually fucking swallow too.

"Hm. Well, we're here now."

"Yes." He draws me closer as if we're not already very close. Now, there's no space between us. You can't fit a needle in between us if you tried. I feel every single muscle in his hard torso and he smells like the earth after a rain. The combination is heady, I want to squeal and giggle like I'm fifteen.

"I didn't notice you when we first came in and I was scanning the room for acceptable company." I say with a smile. His lips are sort of resting on my temple and if they slide down a little, I might swoon. Right here in the middle of this dancefloor.

"Acceptable company huh?" I feel the grin even though I can't see it with the crazy lights and the obvious height difference.

"I've fended off more than three drunk men who just wanted to rip my panties off before I even consented to dancing with them." I sway against his hips. Finally gathering my wits and going about how I want my night to be. I feel him pause as I start really dancing against his rock hard solid tall form.

"I wish I came in earlier then. I came in when you were going to the bathroom, I waited for you, but then you went outside and I was heartbroken." His hands pull my hair off my face gently, and he tucks the strand behind my ears. I get a proper look up at his face and I have never seen a more chiselled chin. His face looks like he had been carved by a greek god. How does anyone look like this?

There is a shadow of a beard on his chin and a very interesting mouth. They look almost muscular stretching across his chin, but I've felt them on my temple and I know they are very much soft.