Head Hunter: A Virgin Billionaire Reverse Romance

by Alexis Angel

  "Baby! Yes! Oh, Thomas!" I yell, only strokes away from what will surely be an all-encompassing climax.

  My legs and arms grip him tightly, bracing for the inevitable as he slams into me, hard. He’s groaning and moaning in the way he does when he can no longer control himself, lost inside of me.

  "Now! Nicole! Cum, baby!" He growls and without hesitation, my body heeds his command, colliding with my climax until I feel like I’m floating as he stills inside of me, shooting off another round of pleasure.

  "Ungh! Fuck," he mutters under his breath as I milk him with my internal muscles, his hips slowing to a stand still until he’s just lying in my arms, my ankles still interlocked on the small of his back.

  "You’re amazing," I whisper against his ear as we both pant in sexual exhaustion.

  "I love you, Nicole," he lifts his head to look into my eyes while he speaks, and my abdomen tenses as butterflies flutter deep in my belly.

  "I love you too, Thomas," I whisper, tears stinging the back of my eyes as the emotions bubble over.

  "You’re everything I thought you were and more," he leans down to kiss me and I press my lips against his with desperate need and overwhelming gratitude for the way he treats me and more importantly the way he makes me feel.

  "You’re my dream man, Thomas. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m so glad I waited for you," I smile as a tear falls from the corner of my eye. Thomas moves his thumb to wipe my temple and leans down to kiss me gently.

  "Can I make love to you all night?" he asks before tugging my bottom lip with his teeth.

  "Please," I breathe the answer on his lips as they curl into a smile.

  And that’s just what he does, savoring my body as I roll from one orgasm to the next until the sun rises from the balcony doors. My life has become a dream, and it’s definitely one I don’t care to wake from.

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  Dr. Single Dad

  The doctor is in.

  He's gonna inject me with his love medicine.

  And I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow.

  8 pack abs. A rugged face with deep, soulful eyes. The most defined V I've ever seen.

  All leading to a magic stick that you gotta see to believe.

  Too bad I can't have him.

  He just moved his billion dollar practice next door and bought my building, along with my business.

  Which means I see him everyday. I feel his eyes on my @$$ as I walk by. I get wet thinking of his hands on my body. Ripping my clothes off. Bending me over. Spreading my legs and...taking my temperature.

  That's it. Eric may be the doctor.

  But it's time I make the house call. In his bed.

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  Elia

  I groan as my phone rings. It’s too early for people to be calling, but I roll over and slap my hand on my nightstand to reach for my phone to stop the noise. I squint an eye open so I can swipe the screen to accept the call, then roll over to lie on my side and press the phone to my ear.

  “Hello?”

  There’s a short silence. I hear Dana on the other line. “If you’re still asleep, you better get out of bed right now, Elia.”

  My eyes snap open and I sit upright. I move too fast and fall off my single bed.

  “I’m up! What time is it?”

  “It’s half past eight.”

  I stumble off the floor with my phone still in my hand. No wonder she woke me up.

  “I told you to make sure that you’re on time because I have a dentist appointment to go to today. Now I’ve missed it.”

  My heart thumps and I try to stop my racing thoughts and make words happen. “I’m awake now, let me get ready. Promise I’ll be there soon.”

  Dana pauses for a second and I wonder if the warning shot is coming or if I’ll get fired right on the spot. “Just come as soon as you can.”

  I try to feel relieved…but I’m still stressed out. I mumble out my gratitude and try to get my bearings. “Thanks. Sorry!”

  I hang up and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower. I hop out as quick as I hopped in and grab some clothes, a dress with heels, and a jacket and scarf on my way out. Just as I’m about to leave, I remember my phone. I nearly forgot to take it.

  The stupid phone’s old and barely works, so my alarm didn’t ring. It’s not the first time this has happened, which is probably why Dana called me. It’s a good thing she did, otherwise I wouldn’t be going to work at all because I’m exhausted, which seems to be a bad habit of mine lately.

  I run to the elevator. Luckily, it arrives fast and I run outside to start looking for a taxi. I could probably run all the way to work, if I wasn’t wearing heels. What the heck was I thinking? That’s the problem, I’m not thinking straight. My leg is bouncing up and down nervously and I’m chewing my lip like it’s my breakfast.

  I’m just about to give up when I see a cab coming. I breathe a sigh of relief and raise my hand to hail it. It stops on the curb. I climb in and give the driver the address.

  As I buckle up, I say, “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry. Do you mind stepping on it?”

  He waves his chubby fingers in the air and says, “Sure thing sweetheart.”

  As promised, he steps on the gas. The journey’s a few minutes and the only thing on my mind is sleeping. I rub my eyes and force myself to lean back in my seat and open my purse.

  I have my old phone and a Kindle. I bought the Kindle recently, and it’s the one luxury I’ve allowed myself in a while. Mainly because I’m crazy about reading. Besides, it’s in better shape than my phone.

  “Sorry, love. There’s a bit of traffic.”

  I peer out the window and see that he’s right. There’s traffic. And not a little, a lot.

  “Seems as if there was an accident or something?”

  Great. Just my luck.

  I can’t afford to be in a taxi, and the meter’s running while we’re stuck in traffic. I pull my Kindle out of my purse and select one of the three books I’m reading at the moment.

  “We’re here, love,” says the driver suddenly.

  Holy crap! Forty dollars for a taxi ride? When did that happen? I quickly go through my purse and pull the bills, and I hesitate handing them over. It feels as though I’m giving him my life savings.

  As I hand over the cash and thank the driver, I have a different sense of panic, thinking about the money I just spent. I could have bought a new phone. I can’t believe that it’s nearly ten and I’m even later than I thought I’d be from the time I woke up this morning. My body’s trembling as I stall outside the door. I know I’m wasting even more time.

  I glimpse inside the store, and suddenly my legs are moving fast to get me inside.

  I see Dana talking to someone in a suit. Normally, there’s no one interesting in the store. Certainly not a guy in a dark gray suit, with dark hair and attractive green eyes.

  I walk in, interrupting the conversation he’s having with Dana. “Good morning.”

  Dana stares at me. I’m not looking directly at her, but at the tall, dark-haired stranger in front of her. I’m drawn to him and flirting is second nature. When I realize that I’m blowing my boss off and my nerves went from shot to jumpy, I know at this point that I have to roll with it. So I stretch out my hand and say, “I’m Elia.”

  Instead of shaking my hand, the stranger raises my hand to his mouth. He kisses my knuckles. It sends a jolt through my body.

  “A pleasure to meet you, Elia,” he says, lips brushing my hand before he raises his eyes and smirks, probably at my blushing face.

  Dana seems kind of mesmerized by the strangeness of this m
oment, and it seems to keep her from firing me now. She looks at her phone and distractedly introduces the stranger. “Elia, this is the potential new owner. He’s buying the bookstore. Seeing as you’ve decided to show up for work, I’ll be heading off. You can work for a change. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  I don’t hear her. The only thing that’s on my mind is that this guy’s going to be my boss, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s flirting with me.

  Maybe working here isn’t so bad after all. I’m so embarrassed that Dana said all those things…worse that they’re sorta true. I do work hard, but I’ve just been so bummed lately. I don’t want this potential new owner to think, hey, fire this dipshit. If I could summon any energy, I’d worry about that more. But I’m staring into those emerald pools of his and trying to breathe normally and not project a serious case of ogling crazy eyes.

  Eric

  If this is what owning the bookstore means, then I’m glad that I’ve decided to make this investment. This newcomer, Elia, that just walked in a few minutes ago is gorgeous, and she’s flirting with me like crazy.

  I’m still holding her hand after I pressed my lips to it. She snatches it back. I almost laugh when she holds it tenderly against her chest, her face growing redder by the second. Elia can’t seem to decide if she wants to be flirting with me or not, and I like the idea that she’s losing her self-control right now. That’s always a good effect to have on women.

  “What time were you supposed to start?” I ask. “I can see that Dana’s pretty frustrated, must have been a while ago.” I can’t help but tease her.

  “You’re looking to buy the place, huh?”

  I avoid her question, seeing as she avoided mine.

  “You must be more than a little late to just be coming into work.” I continue teasing her, making a serious face as best I can, though a smile is tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Or do you guys work in shifts? Because I’ve been here with your friend for more than an hour, and she’s been doing all the work on her own. Where have you been, Elia?” I emphasize her name just see the effect it might have on her.

  But she’s no longer flirting, crossing her arms now. She narrows her eyes at me for a second.

  “My alarm didn’t go off. My phone’s old and I should probably buy a new one since this isn’t the first time it’s happened. If Dana hadn’t woken me up, then who knows what time I would’ve got in!” Elia sounds exasperated, which is pretty much the worse thing to be when starting your workday. She shakes her head. “To make matters worse, there was traffic on the way.”

  “If you’d been here on time, then you wouldn’t have been stuck in traffic.” Yeah. I couldn’t help myself.

  She’s lost for words, momentarily.

  Elia looks adorable when she’s flustered but I should probably stop teasing her…soon. “I didn’t even know the store was for sale. Ryan never said that she was selling. How do I know that you’re buying it? You could be looking for bookstore secrets.” She waves a book at me.

  This girl just works in the bookstore, and she’s being challenging. More than the owner, Ryan, was when I made him an offer! Still, I love that she’s teasing me back at least. The whole refusing to answer questions thing, would is not a thing that would normally what would excite me, but everything about Elia has me intrigued.

  She moves around as if she’s going to start working, even though her purse is still strapped safely around her arm. She looks like someone looking to purchase a book, not someone who works here. It’s as if she’s completely lost and doesn’t know what to do with herself. Have I thrown her so off balance? I lick my lips, liking the thought of that.

  “The shop wasn’t for sale until I made an offer,” I tell Elia. “Besides, I’ll have to take another look at the profit and loss statements if this bookstore is doing so poorly that the staff can’t even afford phones or even an alarm clock to get to work on time.”

  She stops in her tracks, turning to look at me. I can't tell what Elia’s thinking right now, but I want to know.

  “I’m looking to expand my investment portfolio into bookstores. I’m hoping to buy up all the indie bookstores in one region, and then expand to another. Most indie stores are suffering when it comes to sales and profits but I’d like to fix that with the money my trading and medical practice afford me.”

  I’m not sure what Elia thinks of my words, but she looks like she’s considering them. My plan is to give it my best shot, and if it’s entirely impossible, I’ll back off. Oh, and you don’t think I’m just talking about the investments anymore, right? Because even though there’s the conflict of interest coming if and when I buy this bookstore, I know that I plan to pursue Elia beyond teasing her inside the store.

  “Are you sure that you spoke to the owner, Ryan?” Elia didn’t sound frustrated but concerned. I’m intrigued. “He wouldn’t want to see his bookstore, the one that’s been in his family for years get turned into a fidget spinner store.”

  Oh, well Elia seems to assume that the owner will assume I’m going to slash apart everything that makes a bookstore good when I buy it, which I guess is fair. A lot has to be done in the name of profit, but I’d make a wiser investment than a bookstore if I wanted to do that much of an overhaul.

  “No, he was too busy worrying about the fact that you weren’t at work,” I say with a smile. We both know that Ryan’s not involved in the day-to-day operations. That’s one of the reasons I think he’ll sell to me. He isn’t selling to a big box giant, just the friendly neighborhood billionaire doctor. Wouldn’t you?

  “Well, I’m here now,” Elia says. Despite me teasing her again, I can tell she’s done with the flirting portion of our conversation.

  Well, she thinks she is.

  Elia’s moving away from me. Probably too scared of what I’ll say next. She has a fucking answer for everything and I find it sexy as hell. I should stay away from teasing her, but I’m already hooked on getting to know her and hearing more of her sassy comebacks.

  “Your accent.” She points at my lips and then flips her dark hair.

  Mmm, maybe she isn’t done flirting after all.

  “It’s not from here. It’s a Yankee accent.” Elia narrows her eyes at me again, but this time she’s smiling, and she’s teasing me all over again.

  I nod my head.

  Elia cocks her head to the side. “Now, tell me, Dr. Bookstore, why would someone from New York want to buy a store in Texas? It just makes no sense.”

  I lean closer to Elia, expecting her to move away from me.

  She doesn’t.

  “Maybe you won’t make it through the new company’s payroll, then,” I say just to mess with her. “After all, you have difficulty coming to work on time, which isn’t fair to all the other employees. Is it?” Not that I’ve never been late a day in my life, but punctuality is something I look for in people that work for me. I can see it bothers her that she’s late, though. I sort of moved beyond teasing with this one, and I wonder if I have gone too far.

  Elia doesn’t move back an inch. “Maybe I have better plans. I can think of doing something more interesting than working for a fidget spinner owner.” I see her breath catch in her throat.

  Elia wants to have the last word and I let her get away with it, and not just because I’m loving watching her walk away.

  I watch her walk right out of the store.

  Damn, this girl is kind of a wild, crazy mess. I want to know where she's going…

  Elia

  My eyes narrow at Eric. Why is he still hanging around in the bookstore? Surely he must have better things to do than hang around all day here. Besides, I saw his Rolex watch when he looked at the time earlier. He’s rich. And a doctor. Surely he’s got patients or basically anything else to do but bug me.

  “Is there anything else you wanted?” I ask. “If you’re done, I should probably get to work.” I want him to go...but I feel that odd tinge in my stomach where I kinda also want him to stay. Ugh!

 
His eyebrows go up. “Well, actually, there were a few things. But you’re late anyway, so I don’t want to keep you.”

  God, he keeps going on about that!

  He smiles politely, but I can see the mirth in his eyes. I grind my teeth in annoyance.

  “It doesn’t happen all the time.”

  “Is it a rare thing? How often are you late in a month?”

  “Hardly at all.” I don’t give him an exact figure. I haven’t got a clue what that figure is, in all honesty. To save face, I blurt out, “And if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”

  He opens his mouth to say something, but I walk away quickly.

  I dart around the store. It’s quiet, which is nothing new. Eric finds something to distract himself, and I use the opportunity to walk to the back and call Ryan. I’m going to find out what’s going on. He never told me about a new owner.

  I pull out my phone and dial, putting the phone to my ear when I hear it start to ring. “Ryan. It’s me, Elia,” I whisper as I continue to watch Eric like a hawk.

  “Hi,” says Ryan, and he sounds flustered.

  I decide to get to the point instead of beating around the bush.

  “I just spoke to this...doctor named Eric, and he says that he’s buying the store.”

  Ryan clears his throat. “That’s right. I’m not too sure about it, in all honesty, Elia. You know as well as I do that the store’s in trouble. Big trouble. Maybe if you spoke to him you could figure it all out. I just can’t work out what to do next.”

  “What do you mean?” Ryan has leaned on me before, because I’m not always a super late loser who flirts with strange men, I swear! But Ryan’s nerves have me suspicious of this whole deal. More suspicious than I already was.