SENSUAL SURRENDER

I wrapped my long, bare legs around the cold stainless steel that was my fortress at the moment as I danced half naked in front of the wealthy onlookers. Drinking a half bottle of Moèt within two hours was proving to be a bad idea. My mind was a vortex, my vision blurry, and my bones liquefied as iridescent lights flashed through my body.I opened my eyes and observed my spectators who all bore lustful smiles, waving their green bills overhead. They were all wealthy and powerful businessmen with wives either forty pounds heavier than when they'd first tied the knot to do justice to any sexy lingerie, or simply, the spark was gone. As I crawled to the center of the stage, I noticed through my blurry vision, the Mysterious billionaire. As usual, he was sitting alone in his rented boot as he observed me intently. The word I’d use to describe him was…‘odd’. He has never danced with anyone; he merely sat in his booth throughout the night and stared at me, watching my every move. Sometim

Miss De'Lacy opened her front door with a glowing smile and luminous gray eyes. Her chestnut hair was wrapped in a neat coiffure and her smooth and radiant features belied her late forties’ age.She enveloped me in a warm hug. "Dalia, how are you doing, darling?""I'm fine, Miss De'Lacy. How's everything?""Oh, you know, we're just taking it one day at a time."A small lump formed in my throat when I asked, "How is she?"Miss De'Lacy's face fell. "She's diminishing. I don't know why, but her body doesn't seem to respond to the meds anymore."I pinched my eyes shut and willed away the surfacing pain."I think she’s lost all hope and wants to go," she continued.Miss De'Lacy was the sympathetic Christian neighbor from my childhood. Shortly after my mother had gotten infected, she'd slipped into depression and set our uninsured house to flames, in an attempt to kill herself. Fortunately, she was saved— from the fire. We were left homeless, clothes-less, penniless; and I was only eighteen

He ran a hand through his hair again and softened his expression. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "Look, this is what I want to pay. It's not too much. In fact, it’s too little.""And if I don’t’ take it?""Then I'll find some other way to get it to you. You can either take it from my hands now or get conned into taking it from someone else’s. And by then it will be doubled." Someone else like Scott, I'm sure. I glared at this unorthodox male in confusion before capitulating. What an odd, odd man. And one who's too damn hot for his own good.As I made to leave, I realized he hadn't asked for my number. Given his inexplicable familiarity, I considered the possibility he already had it, but I decided not to risk theopportunity of a job interview. "You don’t have my number."He looked up at me through his too-long lashes, and for the first time since I’d been here, he fully smiled. A disarming, I-can-make-you-cum-like-this smile.Disappointment jabbed at me. It'd been a millennium since I'

I worried my lip anxiously as I paced around my living room. Josh's name was selected on my phone and my thumb hovered over the call button. Nervousness washed me. But I needed that job, so I needed to get my act together, put lust aside and focus on what was important. Taking a deep breath, I sent off the call. His phone rang out until his voicemail chipped in.I didn’t leave a message, but tried again. This time he answered on the third ring in the briefest of tones, "Speak.""Josh?""You called me. Get to it."Sheesh. Was he always this grumpy? "Um, it's Dalia..." Need I say more? He'd know exactly why I was calling, right?"Dalia," he said in a softer, less annoyed tone. "I thought you'd changed your mind.""No, I didn't. I didn’t want to call over the weekend… I just figured a better time to call about this, uh, interview would be a weekday. ""Using the terms weekdays and weekends are for teenagers and loafers. I work whenever there is work to be done and I sport whenever my lif

Minutes later, Josh was leading me to a rooftop restaurant called 'Eat N' Tell'. The atmosphere was casual and already I liked Josh's choice of chill spots. No over the top, spit and shine restaurant.He chose a table next to the margin of the building, pulling out my chair for me to sit. Despite my fear of heights, I peered over the edge which resulted in me jolting back immediately."Don't look down," Josh teased."Hard not to look down when I'm sitting at the edge of the roof," I replied, waiting for my heartbeat to return to its regular rhythm.His brows furrowed. "You want to sit elsewhere?""No, it's okay. This is a good way to challenge my fear of heights." A waiter appeared, filling our glasses with water, wishing us a good evening and handed us the menu before retreating. Sipping my water, I disregarded the menu because I only hungered for one thing. Make that two things..."They serve pizza here?""Yeah. That’s what you want?"I smiled sheepishly. "Pepperoni."Josh closed h