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

cameras and attention were still pointed at the VIP area. The VIP area was on the second floor, so those who could afford it could look down on the other mere mortals from Mt. Olympus.
    My section , I thought glumly. Looked like I was kissing celebrity ass tonight whether I wanted to or not.
    I found my smile and started my ascent up the stairs. I maneuvered around scantily clad women who were gyrating extra hard in hopes of catching his attention—and getting past Dashawn. Dashawn Lenoir played college football but got injured his freshman year, dashing his dreams of playing professionally. It was a missed opportunity that Gail liked to remind him of when she tossed him things and hollered, "Go long!"
    Built like a tank with a face that rarely smiled, he was a perfect fit for security. Even the sexiest groupies hoping to get behind the velvet rope didn't try their luck with Dashawn.
    Dashawn nodded and stepped to the side when he saw me. He immediately stepped back in place the moment I walked past, folding his massive arms across his massive chest.
    I looked past the decorations, every leggy woman crammed in the VIP area more beautiful than the last. Curiosity had me seeking out the man who had everyone worked into a tizzy. The man who ordered top shelf bourbon on the rocks. My eyes paused when I realized everything seemed to revolve around a man that was leaning over the railing in the far corner. He was probably scanning the crowd for some woman he'd forget the moment he came.
    When he straightened and pivoted toward me, I reminded myself to smile and not roll my eyes. The minute I saw his face, my smile evaporated.
    Was I buzzing off all the alcohol everyone else was drinking? I swore he looked like...
    I squeezed my eyes shut and reopened them.
    It wasn’t an apparition.
    It was him .
    Panicking, I whirled toward the stairs and slammed into Dashawn, spilling all the drinks on my tray on the floor.
    The celebrity? The one everyone couldn't get enough of?
    It was the man from last night.
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    I wasn't sure what was more mortifying, that I'd dumped every drink on the tray on the floor or that he'd seen me drop every drink.
    I'd looked into those blue eyes, blue eyes that I could pick out of a lineup, and I knew that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about me either.
    He remembered me.
    Any joy I got from that realization was quickly squashed when the reality of the situation hit me. I was on the clock, yet again, and I'd just committed one of the worst sins a hostess could commit. I’d wasted product, and from the glares I felt as I futilely tried to gather broken pieces of glass, I'd probably gotten said product on one of his many admirers. All it would take was one complaint from one of them and Gail would finally get her wish—me fired.
    The music beat like a drum in my ears, and nerves made me shake from head to toe. Him seeing me like this, it made tears sting my eyes. This was so not happening.
    Dashawn leaned down beside me, showing me kindness that ensured that yep, I was crying.
    "You okay?"
    I bit back a sob. “I’m f-fine.”
    Dashawn reached for a few pieces of glass, but I finally put some strength behind my voice.
    "Thanks, but I've got it," I insisted, sniffling. We exchanged a look, and I didn't need to say our manager's name for him to get why I couldn't have him doing my job instead of his.
    “I’ll call someone to help," he assured me and went back to his post.
    There was another set of legs, legs wrapped in slacks, but I refused to look up to confirm who they belonged to. I just sniffed and shut down the emotion that was rendering me useless and worked on gathering the big pieces. I wanted to tell him to go back to his party, to let me go back to being some invisible hostess instead of a woman that he'd been intimate with. I just wanted to disappear altogether.
    “I think we've met.” His voice was as smooth as I remembered. Just as intoxicating.
    I paused, my hand hovering above a broken