Irresistible (Underneath it All Series: Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free PDF

into charities and stuff too!”
    Gail practically threw the tiny blonde out of the way so she could join the throngs of admirers.
    I hadn't even laid my eyes on our VIP guest, and I was uninterested. He was the kind of man used to attention. Who loved attention. Men who saw women as prizes to be won or notches on a bedpost. Men like the billionaires who thought they could own me for a hour or two, but they barely scratched my surface.
    The Sadie that gave them the moans they required, acting like I was getting pleasure from their pleasure, was not the real me. Not even close. They used me, and I used them. It was only a matter of time before I'd finish paying off the debt and I could go back to school. Build a career where I could go home and not scrub away cigar smoke, booze, and sweat. I'd give every one of those rich pricks the finger silently while I took their spare change and built an empire of my own.
    Well, not every one of them.
    Not him.
    I couldn’t get him out of my head. He had me checking my phone like some silly woman after a first date that finally went right, praying that he'd text, call, email, Snapchat, anything. But there was no date. And what happened between us was far from romance. We'd skipped right over the romance to the juicy part in the novel.
    Just thinking about last night made heat fly back to my cheeks. This wasn't the anger that Gail elicited. It was something else entirely, a desire that started at my toes and raced up my calves. Like I was back on those midnight sheets, legs spread and wanting. I could feel his strong fingertips smoothing over my calves like he couldn't get enough, and we hadn't even begun. And his tongue...
    I squeezed my eyes shut and willed away the memory of him. He was just a distraction. An unwelcome one, even if there was something about him that was different. In the months since I'd started working at The Tower, I'd met every shade of rich guy, from the douchebags to the timid ones that scurried out when we were done like they'd committed some unforgivable sin.
    The guy from last night was cocky, that much was true. He was used to getting his way. But he didn't treat me like he owned me because he'd paid my fee. He looked at me, touched me, licked me like he wished we'd met some other way. Like he wished he could give me more of him. Like he wanted all of me.
    In an hour, a man who should have been like all the rest managed to make everything go quiet, which was not what I wanted.
    Which was more.
    More of him.
    Maybe even all of him.
    I did my best to put him out of my mind. The bar seemed to settle down, and I used it as an excuse to pause at the mirror beside the break room. My cheeks were still flushed, my red locks slicked back into a bun that I knew made me look older than my twenty three years. I'd never admit it to a soul, but looking into that glass was like looking at my mother's face. Weary lines gave the illusion that it had been days since I had a good night of sleep. My glossy lips couldn’t even hold a smile long enough for it to be real. My forest-colored eyes should have been sparkling, but they were as flat as a crusty green crayon.
    I rubbed my lips together and lifted my chin. Unlike my mother, I wasn't doing all this for myself. She'd say to hell with all of it and ride off into the sunset with the first man that made her feel sexy. Beautiful.
    And the guy from last night had done that, and then some.
    I’d never felt sexier, more desirable, more beautiful than when he’d looked at me.
    "No," I whispered fervently. I wouldn't let myself see him or last night as anything more than a transaction between two adults. Reading anything more into it was a waste of time. I'd put money on him forgetting me already, anyway.
    That thought rang in my head, making my heart do things in my chest that I refused to examine. I pointed myself back toward the bar, determined to focus on my work and not my fantasies. Even though there were no more screams,