The Billionaire's Golden Girl

Prologue

Everyone is dressed in their top-notch designer clothes. When working for a company like this, that is all you dress in. It's the social norms of society. Not many complain about this fact. They all love to dress in dresses so tight you need to be cut out of them, the night after. As long as they look good, pain is welcomed. It wasn't that big of a loss. After wearing the dress to one event already gave it the title; out of season.

Only one girl stands out, most of the women there are wearing little black dresses. Very plain, ones you would see worn at funerals. When working for a company like this or office, there is hardly much time to socialize with people outside of work. This one girl is the newest tenant and now owns the second biggest office space, that has- the best view. She didn't have to fight for space, a family friend told her about it. One fat check and it was all hers. She never had to meet the man behind the gorgeous building.

So, most of these people have had lunch inns and dinners together. All except the girl in gold. She just transferred, to this office space, so she doesn't know the rules of these types of events. The invitation was delivered as a shock. Her palms are sweaty, as she confidently makes her way over, to the open bar. Every man that is there married or not has taken a few glances at her hourglass figure. Her dress is made of gold satin lace and gorgeous gold beads. A dress not even on the market yet. Most women took notice, their eyes traveling the same path their husbands did.

Scowls or looks of envy spread on their caked-in makeup faces. The girl in gold's makeup enhances her already beautiful face. Her almond-shaped eyes are dusted in a shimmery gold eye shadow and a thin black wing of eyeliner, on the outer corners of her eyes. Her lashes are long and her cheeks are stained a gorgeous peach color. Her plump lips are covered in a gloss that has specks of gold shimmers in them. Even though you can't see her shoes, they are priceless.

Not knowing anyone here scares her a bit.
She pushes her blonde curls out of her face.

"Martini- no make it Scotch on the rocks." The bartender's jaw drops. Never has a girl this magnificent ever glanced his way. A girl with this much money and class would never go for a guy just trying to make some cash for his mom and sister.

She gives him a wink and his cheeks turn the color of a rose. He spills a little but quickly wipes it up. Never does he look into her blue-green eyes they are almost like pools of temptation. She takes the drink and lays down a twenty. The rest of the cash, she has on her, is for a cab ride to her new home, which is across town.

Taking a swig, she scans the crowd for a promising person to become friends with. All of them look too smug and she finds herself at the bottom of the glass chewing on the ice. A few men have asked her to dance, but she ignores them. Getting called Blondie, or sweetheart isn't in her 'getting lucky with a guy playbook. You see she has never been into the thought of having a one-night stand, but after taking a pink pill, she is willing to cause a little damage. What could sleeping with one guy, while she was under the influence of a whole bottle of whiskey do? Her friends back home always told her to let loose and have some fun. This is her doing just that.

Something in the air catches the attention of the golden girl. Something that makes her press her legs together, bite her left cheek, and turn around. It is the smell of cinnamon and cedarwood. If he wasn't wearing a pressed suit, she could have sworn he was a lumberjack. He has big blue eyes, dark hair. Tree trunks for arms and she could swear, he was almost seven-foot tall. But with the current level of alcohol, Danny DeVito, if he were standing in front of her would probably morph into Lucifer Morningstar right, before her eyes.

He looks at her dress, noticing how gorgeous she is. He has never seen her before, so he thinks she is a daughter or a damsel, who escaped one of the men who work in the building. She notices his smoldering gaze and then she orders another scotch, this time no ice. She tilts her head back and in one swig it is gone. She stands ready to leave. This man's gaze and the scent are causing her sexual desire to spike. Only the Lord knows how much she wants to jump his bones. She grew up riding, she would have never thought that the thought of riding this man would cause her to have to get up and take care of herself. Thank a little pink thing in her purse she can have no consequences for her actions.