Ignited & Unhinged (Billionaire Secret, Book One)(Billionaire Romance, New Adult Romance, College Romance) Read Online Free Page B

silks and sequins enhancing each of our unique physiques.
    Me with my average height and lean dancer-esque body.
    Ana with her petite, voluptuousness.
    Jasmine with her height, chocolate skin and perfect proportions.
    Kim with her effortlessly cool model body and fiery hair.
    “One, two, three…” directs Kim.
    “Shoot!” we all yell in unison.
    One of our voice activated cell phones was bound to hear us.
     
    Apparently, the roof at SE actually had a name: The Space. So named for its view of the sky and as a multipurpose event space that SE House used a lot.
    Not very original, but it was practical.
    Tonight, The Space is decorated in a sort of Mediterranean theme.
    The lights in the trees are blue, there are ornate columns throughout and beautifully exotic looking plants that probably cost a fortune.
    Multi-colored mosaic tiles decorate the dance floor.
    Briefly, I wonder if every college event would be like this. Enchanting and full on.
    We all grab a drink at the bar and stand in a circle.
    “Why isn’t the music playing? It’s almost 10, didn’t this thing start at 9?” Kim looks around. “I mean, it seems as full as last time. Wonder what’s going on.”
    Just then a disembodied voice announces, “And now for some spice. Dancing the International Cha Cha please welcome Tanya & Luke from the Ballroom Dance Team!”
    There are cheers and applause. Whoops and whistles.
    The lights surrounding the dance floor light up. I hadn’t even noticed them before.
    An attractive student comes out in a very short, sparkling blue Latin costume. It has a plunging neckline and cut outs on either side of her ribs that expose her skin.
    The guy wears a tight black shirt, and black slacks.
    Jennifer Lopez’ “Let’s Get Loud” begins and they start dancing in quick, exaggerated movements.
    It looks ridiculously fun. Each step is so controlled, precise, yet it all seems so risqué and free.
    I glance at my suitemates, they are also entranced.
    I continue to look around. Most people are watching the dancing and even moving to the music.
    Others alternate between talking and watching the dancers.
    My eyes wander. Searching.
    He is there. Across the floor.
    The group he is with is standing nearest the second entrance to The Space.
    They are laughing and talking cheerfully.
    Damon looks…delicious. He’s wearing another black t-shirt, with a pair of dark distressed jeans. It’s very rebel without a cause with a hint of prep.
    Seeing his bare arms without the jacket from last time makes my mouth water.
    A thought occurs to me.
    I take a couple of steps to my left so that I am in line with one of the many decorative mirrors hung throughout. I’m not sure how they are suspended in midair, and I don’t think to care.
    I check my tight black dress. It’s very short and shows off my toned legs. The silk shimmers with the twinkling lights.
    I adjust the tiny straps that hold up the dress and make sure my pearls are in place.
    The red lips are back. My long thick hair is curled in loose beach waves—I look exactly the way I want to look—glamorous and hot.
    At least I think I look good… No, no self-doubt .
    This is me.
    I look great .
    And I’m ready.
    I make my way across the roof by taking the long way round so I won’t be in his line of sight.
    When I reach the wall he is standing against I walk straight towards the staircase that is located a couple of feet to his left.
    I pretend not to notice anyone.
    Six feet away.
    Just keep cool, Elle.
    Three feet.
    Pretend you’re just minding your own business, and that staircase is going to get you to wherever you want to go.
    Which I was hoping it would. Directly to his room .
    Don’t think about that!
    One foot away.
    OK, I’m directly in front of him, keep going .
    I reach the top of the stairs.
    I place my hand on the stone wall to steady myself since this particular staircase is so old it doesn’t actually have a rail.
    One foot down, another foot on the next step.
    I