Page 78 of Unstoppable Billionaire

"You're a sweet man, Aurelius Moore."I take a step toward him.

He points to the living room, then turns and goes back to the stove."You are going to learn that I'm a really sweet guy with excellent taste, who you can trust to take good care of you.Now, go into the living room and wait while I finish cooking.I'm a little behind schedule.I had a few phone calls."

"Ok."Curious to see what else is neat, clean, and organized, I twirl away and let the dancer take me to the living room.I spot a guitar sitting on the couch.I pick it up and strum it.It's in tune, which tells me Aurei plays it regularly.I walk back to the entrance and ask without going in."I see you play the guitar?"

"Affirmative."

"Will you play me something after breakfast?I love the sound of your voice."

"Depends."

"On?"

"How sweetly you ask me."

"Pretty please with sugar on top?"

He chuckles."That's not what I had in mind, but being pretty, giving me sugar, and being on top, sounds good.I think I can work with that."He rounds the counter with our plates loaded with food."Come.Let's eat."He sets the plates down and goes back to the cabinets for the low ball glasses and the milk.He pours us both a drink, and I smile up at him as I slide onto the stool.He pushes them across, and the milk dances in the glass, making me think about the cookies we dunked in them.When I look up, Aurei winks that killer wink.

He's thinking the same thing.

I smirk at my milk, remembering, then I ask."What were you thinking when I won the cookie-eating challenge?"I ask, curious to see if I'm right.

"Don't ask if you don't want to know."

"I won't."I wait for his answer.

"Straight-line now.Don't get mad."

"I won't."

"You might."

"I understand you're an honest asshole."He smirks but still doesn't answer, so I ask again, being specific with my question and asking very sweetly."What were you thinking after I won the cookie-eating contest when your thunder rolled up in you and you struggled to maintain control of it, Asshole.Give it to me straight line, not curved.I really want to know.Please, Sugar Bare?"

His smirk breaks into a slight grin at the new nickname."Why do you say 'thunder?"

"Don't answer my question with a question, please.It isn't polite."

"I'm not polite."He stares me down, and the mood of his eyes changes from playful to intense, and that intensity makes me blink, but I don't look away.I'm not afraid of you.I stare back with my own intensity.A smile spreads slowly over his face, and that thing down deep inside me stirs."Why thunder?"

"Because your intensity, like right now, reminds me of the thunder in a storm.Thunder rumble as the storm brews and rages.Sometimes it is a low rumble, and sometimes it's booming.It always warns of danger."

"Do you think I'm dangerous?"

My pussy wets my lips, and I shift in my seat."I think you have been and could be.So yes, I do think you're dangerous."

He looks away."You are such an interesting find."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"There are many reasons, but I've never had conversations with another woman like I have with you."

"What kind of conversations have you had with women?"

"Boring ones."He smirks, and I know he isn't going to divulge anything else.

"Are you dangerous?"

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