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

soft shhhhh through them... and I want to explode. She’s a mixture of vixen and valentine in a package wrapped with horrible clothes, but somehow her beauty overpowers it all.

I’m struggling for my next breath as I watch Linnie’s little hands move in a fury and I’m sure Alice is going to walk right back out the front door. I can tell Linnie’s probably cursing and I open my mouth to try to explain and apologize, but before I can, the little bit of oxygen left in my lungs expels. It feels like a fist has lodged in my gut and an odd, dreamlike feeling takes over as I see Alice raise her hands in front of her and she starts to sign back at Linnie.

She knows sign language? What the hell is happening here?

“What is she saying?” I ask as Linnie’s hands start to move again as Alice watches.

“I apologized that I didn’t realize she was hearing impaired.”

“She’s not…”

Alice smiles up at Linnie, who descends two steps then sits staring at Alice.

“Yes,” Alice answers, “she just told me that.”

“What else did she say?”

“Well, she knows some interesting words. And, she said you think I’m pretty.” I hear Linnie giggle and I give her a look and she shrugs, her plump little cheeks cracking the plaster of flour and egg as she leans her chin on her hands, elbows on her knees, her brown eyes stuck on Alice.

“Well, you are pretty.”

“That’s genetics. Nothing to be proud of.” Her shoulders square, her voice taking on a brave edge and that flicker of fire ignites again inside me, thinking she’s been hurt and it has something to do with her beauty. “Inherited things or genes are not of our own making and therefore not a source of self-esteem. At least, they shouldn’t be.”

She glances around the opulent space on a little shrug.

“Touche,” I answer with the realization that she’s right, and although I’ve never boasted about my own sort of inheritance, right now I feel a twinge of guilt. “I inherited this estate. I built my own house before my sister and her husband were killed. My place is nothing like this, but this was Linnie’s home, so, here we are.”

“It’s fine. It’s just my opinion, not gospel.” She looks back at Linnie who smiles and spells out something else with her hands and Alice answers back.

“What did she say and what did you say?”

“She wanted to know how I knew sign language. I told her my Grandmother was deaf from a bomb explosion during the war where she was a nurse. So, she could speak but also had learned sign language. She taught me.”

Alice shrugs, looking a bit unsure as she runs her hands down the front of her shirt then folding her hand in her lap.

A goddess like her has surely had to handle her share of unwanted attention. I can already tell she’s aware of her attributes, but something tells me there’s an innocence there too, as well as a strong sense of self and a practical nature. It’s an intoxicating combination that has me spinning and trying to keep a grip on reality.

As much as my dick wants what he wants, I’d be hard fucking pressed to make room for a woman in my life right now. If my workload wasn’t enough, with Linnie I’m so fucking far over my head with my life’s responsibilities I could never give enough of myself to be what she would deserve.

If I wanted a woman, I could find one. But, I haven’t wanted one for a long time.

Until now.

I shake my head releasing a long breath, looking at the tiny warlord sitting on the step, giving me a crooked grin as my phone rings and I draw it from my pocket.

“Why don’t you two get to know each other a little more? I have to take this.” As I step into the hallway, my stomach sinks. There’s tightness in my throat knowing she’s going to be out of my sight.

“Hey, Doug,” I answer.

“What’s the story? I’ve changed our flight plan twice, they’re going to bump us if you don’t get here soon. The weather’s slowing down arrivals and departures and they can’t hold a spot for us much longer.” Doug’s voice is tight. He’s been my private pilot for about five years and outside of Martel, one of my few personal friends.

“Sorry, should be on my way in a few minutes. Bump us back another hour, that should give me plenty of time to finish here and get to you.”

“You get things figured out? Someone there to watch Linnie?”

“Yeah. A friend of Martel’s.”

“Alright. I’ll go let them know we’ll be wheels up in an hour. They’ll get the plane de-iced and ready to go when you get in your seat. There’s gold waiting.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Suddenly gold doesn’t seem to be all that important, but making this deal happen isn’t just for me. If I can get this contract signed, I’ll be giving a huge tract of sacred land back to a tribe of indigenous Goorie people, aboriginal Australians that were chased off by the fuckers that I’m buying it from.

Not that my own family is completely innocent in that regard. I plan to also give them the land I own that neighbors the tract I’m buying, but if I move too quickly on that I might tip off the vendor to the reason for the sale and they might refuse simply out of spite.

I don’t care about the money, my father would be turning over in his grave if he knew, but I have more than enough money. But if I bail, they’re going to completely lose any possibility of returning to their land and for some reason, that’s become even more important to me than winning this deal.

Something’s started to change in me since