Page 14 of Billionaire in Disguise

Then he pressed his lips to hers.

The world melted away.

Every doubt vanished, uncertainty and hesitation disappearing amidst passion’s whisper. His lips were tender, gentle, caressing. Firm and pliant, warm and oh-so-bold. He smelled like oak and spice and just a hint of chocolate. He edged closer.

The spark turned into an inferno.

She moaned her surrender, closing heavy eyes as heat surrounded her. He was hardness defined, sculpted muscles and unrelenting strength. The darkness held fireworks, as she moved in a world of endless sensation. She brushed against his broad chest, electrifying every part of her body.

Thoughts scattered, as he deepened the kiss. He demanded surrender, yet she seized her own power. Passion took control, as they kissed again and again, on lips, on necks, peppering burning skin. She gasped, pressed closer. It was not enough. She needed more…

A bang shook the entire car.

They broke away, and for a moment, the world teetered in a passion-filled haze. She closed her eyes, fought for strength.

What just happened?

As the banging sounded again, she opened her eyes and gasped. A man stood outside their window, uniformed and badged, and he wasn’t alone. Two dozen retirees stood frozen, wearing expressions ranging from astonishment to annoyance to unabashed delight, in front of a bus with four glaring words:

Sunny Trails Retirement Home.

Somehow Nick maintained complete control as he rolled down the window, nodded to the policeman.

“ID and registration.”

Perfect.Instead of visiting her family with a fake date, she was going to jail. Yet would it really be worse? Perhaps she should tell the cop they had robbed a bank during the drive.

The sheriff took both of their IDs. After a moment he returned hers, but he kept Nick’s tightly clutched in his gloved hand. He looked at Nick, then back at the ID, then at Nick again.

And for the first time, her partner looked uncomfortable.

She frowned, as the officer peered closer. “Is this really you?”

Nick visibly tightened. “Yes, it is.”

“Wow.”

A single word, a thousand implications and one question:

Who was Nick Walters?

Chapter 4

The cop recognized him.

Dominick had seen it enough times. First came confusion, then skepticism and finally excitement. It was bad enough when he’d been splashed across the Internet as one of the youngest self-made billionaires in the world. Yet when his book hit every bestseller list, his popularity launched into the stratosphere. He’d written it on a whim, a motivational tome touching on far more than computers and business, yet readers had related to his tenacious climb. He’d sold millions.

He’d left the eyeglasses back in Miami, figuring the beard and clothing would be enough of a disguise when not in the office. Judging by the cop’s somber look, clearly it had been a mistake. “Please tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”

“Of course not, officer,” Adrianna swiftly broke in, her suspicion-filled eyes pinned to his. “We aren’t even together.”

The officer’s expression darkened. Somewhere in the back, an octogenarian giggled.

“What she’s trying to say is our relationship is complicated,” Dominick grasped her hand. “We’re still defining it, but of course we’re together. She’s a beautiful woman, and I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

“We don’t mind!” a silver haired lady with a bright smile and sparkling eyes exclaimed.

“Please continue.” Another grinned wildly.

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