Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

DESTINY
“Do I make you nervous?”
Holy hell. What was even going on? Was the Devil touching me?
My eyes darted around nervously, waiting for Mr. Royce to come out of the woodwork to scream at me or fire me.
There was zero tolerance for fraternizing with customers, and I was pretty sure that involved touching them. Even if he was the one who reached for me.
But I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place. Finally, I managed to lift my gaze to his, and holy hotness, the result was a flood between my legs.
His eyes glittered in the dim light like shards of obsidian. I had to admit he was pretty damn spectacular.
Beautiful and dark. Like a fallen angel. Maybe he was Lucifer himself.
That he kept staring at me was incomprehensible. I had to wonder if I’d done something wrong, offended him somehow. There was no way a man who looked like that would gaze at me so intently unless I’d done something wrong.
I wanted to ask, but like I said, I was frozen in place. Caught somewhere between wanting to know if he was only touching me because I did something wrong and not wanting him to stop.
The looks he kept exchanging with his buddy were puzzling. Maybe they were a couple? Maybe this was some sort of sex thing? Like a jealousy game. Or they were looking for someone to complete their menage?
I’d never participated in an Eiffel tower, but I was not strictly against it. Of course, I wasn’t about to let anyone use me as a pawn. But it was my birthday, and a little fantasizing wouldn’t hurt anyone.
OMG! I can’t believe I just thought that!
I squirmed, shuffling from foot to foot as inconspicuously as possible. He hadn’t let me go yet, and I wasn’t exactly in a rush to make him.
He was really really nice to look at, and I’d never been grabbed by someone with a face that could make angels weep.
Shallow much? Maybe.
But I was human, and it wasn’t often a gorgeous man, gay or not, invited me to his table.
This is wrong.
“Sorry, um, can I get you anything or do something for you, sir?” I asked.
“You know, I believe you can, Destiny,” he replied, gifting me with a panty-melting grin.
“Josef, take a walk, will you? I need to speak with Destiny here about something.”
“Sure,” Bearded Man, aka Josef, said.
“Oh, I can’t⁠—”
But he was already on his feet and guiding me into a seat. Jesus Christ, he was tall.
I had a thing for tall men. Maybe it was because I was so round. They made me feel smaller. Well, they let me pretend I was smaller.
Not that I would have to pretend with him. He was positively gigantic. Like Superman big.
I wonder if he’s that big everywhere.
My eyes dropped to his lap as he squeezed in beside me and I felt my cheeks heat.
Eeek! What was wrong with me? I should have switched tables with someone else the second I saw this devilish man sitting there.
I frowned, a certain green-eyed monster growling on my shoulder, and I shook my head. This was insane.
He was a stranger, a customer, and I had no reason to feel any way about him at all.
But that didn’t stop my pulse from racing, or thunder from roaring in my ears. I couldn’t stop my reaction to him anymore than I could stop the tide.
Besides, it was my birthday, I reminded myself again. And really, what was the harm in pretending I was there for him? Like this was a date.
How pathetic am I?
I would have groaned if I thought he wouldn’t hear it. But he would have. So I didn’t.
He angled his body, mostly blocking me from the crowd, and I appreciated that. The last thing I wanted was to have Royce Rage coming at me again. That jerk.
But this was a nice job, and I made more money at Lux in a night than I made in a week at my last gig. Vegas was not cheap. But neither was New Jersey.
The money I sent my brother every week helped him pay for our mother’s care. I might have been estranged from my family, but I still felt a responsibility towards the woman who birthed me.
After all, you only had one mother, right? And even if she disapproved of my running away with Timmy, she’d been good to me when I was a kid.
I didn’t begrudge her a thing. Besides, it was my dad who made her cut off ties with me. He was long gone now. But I forgave him for what he did, and when I found out he’d died, I prayed that he forgave me.
All that heartache and sadness was too much to think about right then. The fact was my mother needed constant care now. The kind only assisted living could provide. And it was expensive.
So, yeah, I needed my job. I had to keep it. I could not afford to lose my head.
Even if there was something about this stranger that made my blood stir in a way I’d never felt. He was just so much.
So attractive. So masculine. So beautiful. And so sad.
Why would a man with the face and body of an angel be so somber?
Power and raw masculine energy seemed to roll off him in waves. I had no doubt he was a man very used to getting his way.
For a moment, I wondered what that must be like. Was it as fun as it sounded?
Looking into his almost black eyes, I doubted it. There was a sadness there behind the wall he’d erected around himself like an invisible force field.
I wanted to go to him. Tears pricked my eyes, and I forced them back. I wanted to cry for him, for this beautiful man. I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and comfort him. Soothe away that haunted look. Ease his burdens and wash his troubles away.
I shook my head again. I was being foolish. Stupid. Running away with my imagination. And it was going to cost me my job.
Wake up, girl. Stop drooling over this guy and get to work.
Really, I should have asked someone to switch tables with me the second I saw him. But one look into his deep, dark eyes and I couldn’t bring myself to do that.
I wasn’t going anywhere. This was my table. Royce gave it to me, and I was going to ride this thing out. At worst, I’d get a lousy tip. And it wouldn’t be the first time.
Yes, he looked like sin personified, but it wasn’t like I was going to rip my clothes off and ask him to take me right there. I wasn’t insane.
I could handle getting drinks for a sexy man. It was what I did. I waited on people. It was my job. I was being stupid.
What could possibly happen?