Billionaire's Untouched Flower

been a drinker, but tonight was different, tonight, she wasn't the girl who carried the wei

on't want to." His voice was deep, rich like dark choco

coat her throat, dulling the weight of

elbows resting on his k

he club with him. Maybe it was the way he commanded attention. Maybe it was the way he looked at her

in her life, she was doing a job s

there. She shouldn't want this. But the alcohol was making everything hazy,

ached for the glass,

ough to

rkened. "Fo

nk lady by hus side, she was young and beautiful with very fragile skin, she was drawned in the very little alcohol she had t

in every corner of his face line, she was drunk. The air between t

you remember thi

. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way his fi

mind. With an effortless grace, he st

ping her fingers into his, letting him guid

el so comfortable, she had sat comfortable in the very ĺuxirious car and their elevator ride h

n. No, this was different. It was Intimate. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched along the entire length of the room, showcasing a dazzling view of th

she was, who she was with. Even in her intoxicated state, a small voice inside her screamed that this was dang

e turning to face her. His eyes looked dark and knowing, he

t. She should walk away. She should tell him this

eek, teasing, with some much possession. Al

to leave," s

me to analyze it as h

murmured ad he

d a demand all at once. His lips moved against hers with a dominance that stole her

of her tingled under his touch, his scent, his warmth. She had neve

ragged against her lips. "Tell me to s

d the center of the house. The room blurred around her, sensations replacing reason. His to

n the passion settled into heav

er like an intoxicating cocoon. Her fingers traced lazy patterns along

given herself to a man she barely knew. A man who

ense her, he had enjoyed every monet with her "Sl

confused, unsure o