Irresistible (Underneath it All Series: Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Ava Claire Read Free Book Online Page A

elevator clicked green. If it would have glowed red, that would have meant to vacate the premises immediately or face the kind of consequences that would require medical attention.
    The elevator doors opened and I stepped inside. Everything was new and shiny, like the elevator was fresh off the production line. The buttons on the panel were just for show. The elevator was controlled elsewhere and Marcus and his team determined where your destination was.
    I eased to a stop at the lobby level and stepped out. To the outside world and anyone that may stumble across the building by accident, appearances were kept up. Marble floors were beneath my feet and the focal point in the room was a reception desk with a perky woman in a suit behind a computer. There was a lounge area with an array of magazines to pass the time until your appointment.
    The receptionist flashed me a discreet smile and went back to whatever had her attention on the computer screen. The real receptionist was a virtual one, on the touch screen console to the far left of the counter. I entered my access code again and scrolled through my options like I had numerous times before. One key difference sent me down a different path - there was an option to request a specific companion. There were no names of course, but you could search by size, ethnicity, or hair color. I clicked the hair button and punched red, even though that seemed too non-descriptive for her. Flame colored, scarlet with a hint of gold seemed more accurate.
    I ignored the warmth that invaded my cheeks and the excitement that leapt in my chest when I found her picture. It was just a shot of her bra strap with her fiery tendrils swept to the side, but it was enough to make my cock harden with need.
    My enthusiasm must have been more evident than I realized because the real world receptionist was eyeing me with interest.
    “We're good?” I asked with a nervous half smile.
    “You can head on up.” She picked up a pen and bit the end of it suggestively. "Have fun."
    If you only knew...
    But did I? Did I know what I was getting myself into? This place was supposed to be my escape. A place where I could exercise control. My dirty little secret. Sadie knew my name and I knew hers. We were already crossing boundaries that I promised I'd never cross. The last thing I wanted or needed was attachment.
    So detach . You know how to put up a wall. How to shut down everything except achieving your goal. It was a lesson I learned the hard way, but I was pretty fucking skilled at the art of acting indifferent.
    The alternative, hurting her, or worse, her hurting me, was unacceptable.
    It's just sex , I assured myself. Picking up where we left off .
    That train of thought was rendered useless when I walked into a very different scenario than the last. She wasn't waiting by the bedpost, silent and brooding like she was ready to get this thing over with. She was behind the bar, making drinks for us. Making herself at home.
    She paused, ready to make me the same drink from the club. This time, the garnish was her smile. A real one.
    "Hey there."
    She was changing the script. Changing the rules of the game.
    I liked it. Liked it way more than I was supposed to.
    I wanted to change the script too, because the last time I'd kissed nearly every inch of her, except the delicious lips that were now wrapped around the rim of the wine glass.
    I didn't do relationships, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd longed to kiss any woman. Fuck? That was business as usual. The rest was a recent development. Sadie made me want to break all kinds of rules.
    And that was unacceptable.
    I hated to take my eyes off her, standing there in a sheer negligee that was the same color as her nipples. Nearly identical to the blush that lit up her cheeks and made her eyes glow.
    I turned my back to her and glared at the door, like it was its fault that I was in this predicament. A part of me wanted to stay on this ride as long as