The Geek Billionaire Makeover

2017 | Fiction & Poetry

Sure you don't want to help me get undressed and dressed?

She blushed at the thought of running her hands over his naked skin. Caroline cleared her throat and smiled, deflecting his question and trying to get them both refocused.

While your clothing is being made, we're going to get out of town for a bit.

Don't want to ruin the great unveiling of the new and improved me, huh?

Thats generally the idea. Part of changing your image is molding the perceptions people have of you the first time they look at you. Right now they think

Gamer geek with a lot of cash.

It was better he acknowledged it than for her to say it.

What we want them to see is playboy billionaire sex god.

Sex god, huh? One eyebrow rose up.

He took a step closer to her, bringing them into contact that was almost chest to chest. I could go for that, if you'd be willing to assist me, he said, the husky quality of his voice filtering past her shields and making her want to lean into the solid wall of muscle in front of her. Only her sense of survival held her back. Getting involved with Josh could bring her whole world and that of her brother crashing down. It wasn't worth the risk.

Theresa Meyers (Author)