and grabbed her small fists in his hands, pulling her closer to him. They were inches away from each other, and she pulled in a sharp breath, looking up into his eyes.
“You will?” He said softly . “Because I gotta be honest. I would let you.”
“Would you?” She whispered.
He moved even closer, so that when he spoke, she could feel his breath on her lips. “I would.”
The next moment, he was kissing her. She moved into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. Electricity ran through her and took her breath away.
When he pulled away from her, they locked eyes.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered. “And smart. And…you’re awesome, Rachel. Please. Take me. I would love to be yours.”
“Oh, Dallas. I would love to be yours, too. We are going to do so well on this project.”
They both laughed and were kissing again moments later, the first kisses of many to come.
*****
THE END
BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – What the Boss Wants, He Gets
Colten Lewis looked at his watch. He hated tardiness. He looked up at the tatty apartment building and imagined what it would look like when his builders had finished with it. The rental income from the luxury apartments would be much higher than it was now. How could a real estate owner let a building in such a prime location get so dilapidated, he wondered? All the tenants would have to leave. There would be protests no doubt. The usual ban the bomb, support mass immigration assholes would turn up. Then there would be the press reporting what a bad man he was for putting old ladies and families with handicapped kids on the streets. They always took that line, the press . But not one of the journalists had ever bothered to scratch the surface and see what Colten really did with tenants he wanted to move. Most of them got more cash than they could earn in a lifetime, and if they went without making a fuss, he always rehoused them in much better accommodation. The problem was if you had to move three hundred tenants there were always a couple that chained themselves to the front door in protest. Most of those that protested had never done a days work in their lives. Colten called them freeloaders. People who lived on welfare and feigned illness so they would never have to work.
''You're late,'' Colten said as he got out of his chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce. ''The price has just gone down a hundred grand.''
''Sorry Colten. Bloody traffic,'' Jim Nail said. Jim was old now, and he could no longer run a credible business. It had all become too fast for him. The deals were more complicated than in years gone by. In those days, you shook a man's hand, and the deal was done , no clowning around with lots of lawyers. At seventy-six, he'd decided to sell his portfolio, and he intended to sell most of it to Colten. He knew Colten would drive a hard bargain, but Colten was trustworthy and did what he said he would do.
''You're not walking too well Jim,'' Colten observed.
''Gout,'' Jim replied.
''Not surprised all the alcohol you pour down your neck.''
Colten was one hard son-of-a-bitch, but he was straight and fair. Jim laughed to himself when he remembered what his wife always said when she talked about Colten. Great mind, great body, great catch.
''Where's that lovely PA you used to have? Every time I call your office I get some guy on the phone,'' Jim asked.
''Fired her,'' Colten said coolly.
''Why. She was hot and efficient. Why would you fire such a good advert for your company?''
''Because she didn't do what she was told ,'' Colten replied.
''You mean she wouldn't let you screw her.''
''That would be very wrong of me as a boss,'' Colten said.
''But true, nonetheless,'' Jim added. Colten smiled.
''Anyhow I've got a new PA starting Monday. If you thought the last one was nice , you've gotta see this one.''
*****
''Are you nervous Avaline ?'' Penny asked.
''No, why should I be?'' Avaline Francis replied as she put the finishing touches to her