Seduce me if you dare: Alpha Billionaire Romance (The Secret Matchmaker Book 1) by L.N. Pearl, S.K. Lee Page A
Authors: L.N. Pearl, S.K. Lee
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would just leave me stuck with a car I didn't plan on needing by the end of the night.
I glanced to my left and let my eyes move back and forth between the two pairs of shoes that best matched the dress that currently clung to every curve. My fingers pressed along the slope of my nose, enhancing the shadows on my face to get the attention of those who knew how to appreciate a well-dressed woman.
"Definitely the black Louboutin pumps," I murmured and turned back to the mirror, pushing my waist-length chestnut hair off my shoulders. Working quickly, I applied a bit more powder, leaving a golden sheen in the right areas, then outlined my eyes to make them more drawing. A cat-like look was almost appropriate for how I was feeling. Someone wanted a girl who purred, and if he had looks, money and a big cock..., I could purr as good as the next girl, and the way I was feeling… better, definitely better.
The time of being committed to someone and a good girl all the time had passed. Life hadn't handed out rings and church bells, but instead, a heaping dose of heartache and deceit.
"Not thinking about it tonight," I murmured and smiled sardonically before reaching for a glossy red lipstick to accentuate the fullness of my lips. Nothing pissed me off more than to have someone asking if I’d had Botox shots.
"No. They're naturally kissable. Wanna?" I puckered up to be silly for a few minutes since I was the only critic available for my performance.
My phone buzzed beside me and I let out a short yelp. Time to go. The car was waiting for me in the front of my apartment complex.
I slipped on my shoes while holding the door frame tightly to keep from tumbling over. Turning, I checked myself out one more time and squirted a little perfume under my neck and between my breasts, which hovered just above the V-neck cut of my dress.
My ID, credit card and lipstick were tucked next to a single key to my apartment, in a tiny black clutch that matched my dress perfectly.
"Time to score a client or a man for the night. Either will work... but both would be bliss." I walked quickly to the elevator and slipped in as a group of teenage boys turned my way and stood there in stony silence.
"Hi Johnny." I smiled at the oldest, who I knew since the kid had been in my building forever. His father was never home which was obvious by the choices Johnny made, but I had no room to point out his faults. I had too many of my own.
"Lila. You're looking..."
"Fucking hot," one of the other boys whispered, his eyes round as he watched me.
Johnny popped the kid in the chest as I chuckled. The door opened and I walked off, glancing over my shoulder and trying not to be seductive.
"Have fun and don't get into too much trouble, hm?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah... you too."
The doorman held the door and smiled kindly at me as I walked into the cool night air. I wrapped my arms around my chest and cursed myself for not grabbing a light jacket.
Nothing would have matched anyway.
The driver got out of the car and walked around to my side, opening the door and holding it for me. "To Blaze, correct?"
"Yes." I got into the car, grateful for the warmth, and buckled up as excitement swirled in the pit of my stomach. There was nothing better than heading out for the evening with no plans regarding who I might meet or where I might end up.
It was by far the best part about being single. Like getting a big box of chocolates and having to bite into the creamy center of each one to see if you liked the flavor. That was my Thursday night adventure... every Thursday night.
"You meeting someone there, or are we picking up some girlfriends, madam?" The driver pulled the car out into the heavy traffic that would have us downtown in a matter of minutes.
"Nope. Just me. I never take friends when I go out. I'm looking for a date or a client. No need to get sucked into placating a friend half the night." I wrinkled my nose and he laughed.
The conversation died
I glanced to my left and let my eyes move back and forth between the two pairs of shoes that best matched the dress that currently clung to every curve. My fingers pressed along the slope of my nose, enhancing the shadows on my face to get the attention of those who knew how to appreciate a well-dressed woman.
"Definitely the black Louboutin pumps," I murmured and turned back to the mirror, pushing my waist-length chestnut hair off my shoulders. Working quickly, I applied a bit more powder, leaving a golden sheen in the right areas, then outlined my eyes to make them more drawing. A cat-like look was almost appropriate for how I was feeling. Someone wanted a girl who purred, and if he had looks, money and a big cock..., I could purr as good as the next girl, and the way I was feeling… better, definitely better.
The time of being committed to someone and a good girl all the time had passed. Life hadn't handed out rings and church bells, but instead, a heaping dose of heartache and deceit.
"Not thinking about it tonight," I murmured and smiled sardonically before reaching for a glossy red lipstick to accentuate the fullness of my lips. Nothing pissed me off more than to have someone asking if I’d had Botox shots.
"No. They're naturally kissable. Wanna?" I puckered up to be silly for a few minutes since I was the only critic available for my performance.
My phone buzzed beside me and I let out a short yelp. Time to go. The car was waiting for me in the front of my apartment complex.
I slipped on my shoes while holding the door frame tightly to keep from tumbling over. Turning, I checked myself out one more time and squirted a little perfume under my neck and between my breasts, which hovered just above the V-neck cut of my dress.
My ID, credit card and lipstick were tucked next to a single key to my apartment, in a tiny black clutch that matched my dress perfectly.
"Time to score a client or a man for the night. Either will work... but both would be bliss." I walked quickly to the elevator and slipped in as a group of teenage boys turned my way and stood there in stony silence.
"Hi Johnny." I smiled at the oldest, who I knew since the kid had been in my building forever. His father was never home which was obvious by the choices Johnny made, but I had no room to point out his faults. I had too many of my own.
"Lila. You're looking..."
"Fucking hot," one of the other boys whispered, his eyes round as he watched me.
Johnny popped the kid in the chest as I chuckled. The door opened and I walked off, glancing over my shoulder and trying not to be seductive.
"Have fun and don't get into too much trouble, hm?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah... you too."
The doorman held the door and smiled kindly at me as I walked into the cool night air. I wrapped my arms around my chest and cursed myself for not grabbing a light jacket.
Nothing would have matched anyway.
The driver got out of the car and walked around to my side, opening the door and holding it for me. "To Blaze, correct?"
"Yes." I got into the car, grateful for the warmth, and buckled up as excitement swirled in the pit of my stomach. There was nothing better than heading out for the evening with no plans regarding who I might meet or where I might end up.
It was by far the best part about being single. Like getting a big box of chocolates and having to bite into the creamy center of each one to see if you liked the flavor. That was my Thursday night adventure... every Thursday night.
"You meeting someone there, or are we picking up some girlfriends, madam?" The driver pulled the car out into the heavy traffic that would have us downtown in a matter of minutes.
"Nope. Just me. I never take friends when I go out. I'm looking for a date or a client. No need to get sucked into placating a friend half the night." I wrinkled my nose and he laughed.
The conversation died
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