Free UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) by Jessika Klide

sincere one. I look at him from under my eyelashes. I really want a kiss! Then my stomach growls really loud! Mortified, I close my eyes.
    He laughs. "Sounds like you need to go eat."
    "Yeah. I'm hungry."
    "How about another raincheck?"
    "Sure. For what?"
    "A ride in your car. My choice of fast and furious or nice and slow." He squeezes my hand and leans toward me. I turn my face up for his kiss, but his sister calls back and "Same Love" blasts us, breaking the spell. We laugh looking into each other's face. He takes a step back, drops his head, and shakes it. "I can't catch a break." He hits ignore on his phone.
    I squeeze his hand and step forward quickly to him. "I would love another raincheck. Your choice. Fast and furious or nice and slow." He smiles one of his sexy as hell smiles making me tingle. Kiss me…right now! But his phone goes off again. "I can't catch a break either." We both laugh, then I spin him around and push him towards his truck. "Go. It must be really important."
    "My calendar is clear on Sunday. If not before …" Once in the truck, he puts the window down.
    "Def on Sunday then."
    "See ya Wright." He answers his phone, puts it in reverse and backs out.
    I wave. "Ciao!" Then I turn and walk to our building. I like you, Moore.
    Once in my apartment, I strip, put on a lace only robe, fix myself a salad and go out on to the balcony to eat it. I'm starving. I munch on my lettuce thinking about Moore. I start to laugh. I don't even know his first name! Ok. That's priority #1. I don't want to call him Moore anymore. Besides, I can't find him on Facebook without it. How else am I going to stalk him and find out more intimate details about his life? I have to learn more about Moore. I take a bite and chew. See if he's on Tinder or OKCupid.com, or even Match.com!
    I finish my salad, take the bowl to the sink, and wash it. What am I going to call him? The only thing that fits is Golden God. Nothing else really suits him. I'll call him that for now.
    Back out on the balcony, I download the apps, enter a quick description of myself, hit search, and … nope, no Golden God Moore. He isn't on any of them. It was a long shot. I give it up and decide to go in to work on the dance moves for "Happy," but I leave the doors open so I can listen for his Raptor to come back. I get my MacBook Pro, set it up on the chair in my converted living room and get to work. The video has so many components, it will be extremely complex, plus it will be a big theatrical challenge, but I think I can pull it off.
    "Notes: Find a hat identical to Pharrell's." It's perfect to stuff my hair in. "Make sure Bart also gets up with Steve Carell, Kelly Osbourne, Jimmy Fallon and any other celebrity in the video for guest appearances. Work out some bait and switch moves to incorporate going in and out of Pharrell's character to the dancers that would be believable. Call a magician in to help with that." The hardest portion will be doing the dude that kicks his legs doing a head stand then pushes up to one hand. If I can nail it, that guy's move alone should bring the house down. Especially when they discover I was performing the whole fucking thing. This video performance should sky rocket my show back to the top. "Discuss bringing in the choreographer to help." They don't get enough recognition. "DO MORE HAND STAND PUSH-UPS!"
    By the time I hear the Raptor pull into the parking lot, I have memorized the first portion of the video and I am doing the third set of hand stand push-ups on the wall. My arms feel like noodles, but I'm feeling stoked! I walk out onto the balcony to watch him park. He looks up to me immediately and waves as he walks in front of the headlights. I wave back. Once he is in the building, I shut my balcony doors, turn my computer off and go to bed. I fall back on it exhausted. Tomorrow is my last day at work and then the cocktail party. After that, I will pursue the Golden God down the hall. I fall asleep easily and dream of