The Billionaire’s Valentine Vixen by Wyatt, Dani (electric book reader .TXT) 📕

I never liked Valentine’s Day anyway. Waste of time and money, if you ask me. I may have enough money to buy a small nation, but I still hate being frivolous.

The doorbell sounds like the chimes of Sunday service at Westminster Abbey and Linnie’s singing stops as I spin back to the hallway leading to the front door. Thank God, it’s got to be Alice to the rescue.

“Is that her?” Linnie asks from her new position halfway down the stairs.

“I hope so.” I give her a tight smile and she signs back something with her hands.

I swallow hard, shaking my head as I drag a hand down my face, reaching for the door with the other and swinging it open.

There’s a rush of blood through my veins. I’m spinning as the ground feels unsteady.

“Hi,” she starts, her full, lush lips making love to those two tiny letters as she scans the outside of the house. “Is this…” She crinkles up her nose, looking up at the thirty-foot high white stucco columns that flank the doorway. “Are you…Roan?”

Yes, the man that’s going to defile you.

Filthy thoughts battle with my usual civility as hot blood lengthens my cock, pressing it outward on the fabric of my trousers.

“I am,” I manage, looking at the snowflakes decorating and then melting into the chocolate-brown waves of perfection that spill out from under a horrible, plaid, Elmer Fudd sort of hunting hat. “You must be Alice.”

“I am. Is this a house? Or an apartment complex? Or a hotel?” Her lips curve upward and mine follow in kind.

“A house. An albatross but a house all the same. Come in.” I step aside and try to silently talk down the erection that’s turning into its own sort of albatross.

My immediate and visceral reaction confuses me a bit as she steps into the foyer and her hypnotic eyes take in the interior. Her dark lashes flutter over eyes that remind me of a tropical lagoon. They’re not quite blue and they’re not completely green and yet they are a mesmerizing blend of both.

“I’m glad you got here safely,” I add as she turns in a slow circle, untwisting the oversized fuzzy rainbow-colored scarf from her neck.

“Me too. Was quite a drive. The tires on my car are so bald I could barely get any traction.”

“Then you need new tires.” I frown, tipping my head to look out the windows on either side of the front door and see the older model beige sedan with a crumpled front quarter panel on the passenger side. “Or a new car.”

“Yeah, well, neither of those are budget friendly right now.”

Then we are going to adjust your budget, I think to myself as I note the worn hem on her navy-blue pee coat.

There’s a purity in her flushed cheeks and an opposing wisdom in her eyes. As she takes another step on the marble floor, her wet rubber boot slips and she nearly falls on her ass. An ass I can’t yet see, but I don’t need to see to know it’s epic.

Again, my thoughts upend me. It’s been how long? Five, ten years? Maybe longer since I’ve had any attraction to a woman or thought of touching someone, and Jesus how I want to touch her.

“Slippery when wet,” she says on a giggle, looking down at the floor. “Pretty, but impractical.”

“Yes, slippery and wet,” I reply my voice deep and thick and she squints, giving me a comical look. “I mean, I see it is. You can take your boots off here if you like.”

I hear a throat clear from the stairway and Alice flips her head toward the sound as she works her rubber boots off her feet.

Before I can introduce Linnie, Alice steps to the bottom of the steps and takes a seat, slipping her coat off and tossing it up onto the curved wooden banister as Linnie stares down from her perch on the step.

“Well, hello. I’m Alice.” She smiles, full and sincere, and I want to see that smile every day for the rest of my life.

Linnie is a frozen statue. I see her evaluating things and I know better than to try to rush her. Which is fine, because I’d stay here watching Alice for as long as she’s willing to stay.

Alice pulls off the crazy hat and her hair frames her stunning face in soft waves. Her beauty rivals anything in the paintings and sculptures that fill the house and looking at her has my balls ready to release what feels like a truckload of cum into my boxers. There’s an ache down low in my gut that’s more than just unfamiliar, it’s new. A tension, twisting like a tight spring, ready to unleash itself upon the unsuspecting babysitter that’s already changing my life.

Under her coat, her clothes swallow her. A man’s shirt, which bothers me the most because if she’s going to be wearing any man’s shirt it better be mine. It’s buttoned all the way to the top and falls to the tops of her thighs, which are covered with khaki pants three sizes too big and I wonder if her clothes are protecting her from something. If she’s intentionally hiding her body because of some violation she’s endured, and that quick thought has red fire blazing through me.

If anyone’s hurt her, I don’t care how far back it happened, I’ll find them. I’ll scorch the earth until I rend them into their own utter destruction.

My irrational blind fury is broken when I watch Linnie screw up her face into a tight knot and my stomach does the same because I know what’s coming.

“Linnie…” I start but Alice shoots me a look and smiles, holding her index finger to her pink, puffy lips and blowing a