Heat Exchange:The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1(6)

By: Deana Farrady


"We seem to be in the same elevator."

"Purely by accident." She paused. "Although now that I think about it, you might actually be the perfect person to talk to. Especially if you're married. Or have a girlfriend. Or are otherwise unavailable."

He leaned forward and tilted his head. "Why do you say that?"

"Because then you could tell me why your type makes sleazy passes at my type."

"Oh, I can tell you that in any case." His gaze lowered pointedly. "It's probably your tits. They're sensational. And your ass isn't bad, either."

Janey gaped. Instinctively her arms crossed over her chest and her whole body suffused in a blush.

His lips quirked, but he went on. "But as to being committed to anyone…sorry to disappoint. I don't do girlfriends or wives these days."

"You're gay?" Her eyes popped.

"No," he said with forced patience.

"Then why…"

"I do sex," he said deliberately. "Not relationships."

"Oh." Get a grip, Janey. This is unreal, but you can handle it. "Anyway, you're not the kind of man I usually associate with. You're the right age, just…a different lifestyle. And you're hot. I don't usually go around with studly guys who belong on the covers of men's magazines."

He sighed. "I'm getting the point. I'm a god. You're a peon."

She blinked. Frowned. Then sighed wistfully. "Yeah. I just wish I could meet somebody nice and normal who wants me and wants to be my boyfriend. Everyday stuff. Somebody I'd trust to lose my virginity to. Who'd…"

"What?"

"Teach me all about sex. What the big deal is."

He shook his head. "You're doomed for failure."

Again, his words managed to bring the tears to the forefront. "That's what I thought."

"Not the way you're thinking." He sounded impatient. "You're looking in the wrong place. If you want someone to teach you how to enjoy sex, you don't look look to nice guys."

"I'm not having sex with a sleazeball," she said emphatically.

"I didn't say you should."

"Yes, you did. I mean, if not sleazeballs and not nice guys, what kind of guy should I seek out to teach me about sex?"

He shrugged. "That's easy. Me."





Chapter 2




Before Janey could respond to Nyall Anderson's unsettling answer, the intercom sounded. It was a bit of a shock; Janey didn't realize contact could be initiated from the outside.

"All right, people," a tinny male voice said through the static. "The crew's out and you should be out of there soon."

"Oh!" Janey said. "Yes, I can hear them."

Nyall said, "Great. How soon is soon?"

"Forty-five, maybe an hour."

That's soon? Janey thought.

"Thanks." Nyall leaned back against the wall, shifted his legs, and looked at Janey calmly.

She knew her face was still red because she could feel the heat in her cheeks. She looked up at the button panel until the static of the intercom ceased, then back at Nyall.

"Uh, did I just hear you say…"

"A guy like me," he said, and smiled. The smile was breathtaking. It didn't exactly soften his angular features, but it made his brown eyes not exactly warm up, but go smoky. "Who does sex just fine. Isn't attached. And isn't a half bad teacher."

"Are you…applying for the job?" Janey's voice ended in a squeak.

"Sure, why not?"

"But why? Why would you do that?" She was suddenly suspicious. "Are you sure you're not married?"

His eyes narrowed. "I'm not married or committed in any way. Five years divorced, if you must know, and paying alimony. No kids. As to why I'd do that…maybe I'm just noble that way."

She shivered, this time with a distinct chill. "You don't seem the noble type."

"Got me pegged again," he said. "What can I say? Tell you what, hand me your jacket, Jane."

"Janey. My name is Janey." Disconcerted, she reached into the tote bag where she'd stashed it and tossed it over to him.

"Right. Janey. Why don't you scooch over here?"

"Uh…"

"Come on. We'll do an experiment. See if you're interested. If you are, I think we can come to an arrangement that will satisfy both of us."

"What do you mean, an arrangement?"

"I've got a week's vacation coming up. I have travel plans, but plans can always be canceled. If you can manage to tear yourself away from your business for a week, you could stay at my place. We'll spend the week educating you. By the end, you'll be free of the hindrance of your virginity."

Was the man mad? Thinking she'd go over to some stranger's place and let him have his way with her? She decided to humor him. "And what would you get in exchange for this mitzvah?" she asked.