Chapter 2 KILLIAN ZEKE

Killian Zeke was not tall, although he gave Summer the impression that he was a big man. He was broad shouldered and powerfully built and he carried himself erect.

In spite of his disfiguring black-lensed glasses, she could see he had excellent features and a determine mouth and chin that gave him an air of authority. His broad forehead was capped by a mass of jet-black hair which were all combed back and jelled.

Both Summer and Zeke stood staring at each other. She didn't know what to do or what to say either.

He had strucked her as a surprise. He was out of the shower with only his white towel, wrapped around his waist.

Summer swallowed as she took into view his wet six abs and beefy chest which must've underwent a consistent attendance to the gym. He was muscular, hard and tanned.

He was also clean shaved and surprisingly young. She was even more surprised later to learn he was only Forty-five.

She had never imagined the mysterious Killian Zeke to be this hot and sexy. In all of her experience with the big men, she had never encountered anyone as hot as Zeke. It's no wonder he hated publicity. Anyone would've been blown with questions about his appearance and age.

But what's more surprising was his disability. For God's sake, he was blind.

"Is anyone there?" He repeated.

Summer returned back to earth. She said in a husky little voice. "Oh, yes... Me."

Zeke frowned as he continued to look in her direction as if he knew she was there all the time.

"And who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Teddy, the stripper you booked," she told him, trying to keep her voice steady. He had such a soft gentle voice. She had never heard anything like it.

"I see." He held a walking stick in his hand. "Could you help me with my cigarette? I left the case on the table."

She looked round the room and found his cigarette case. The case was made out of gold with diamonds studded over it and so was the lighter.

Zeke remained where he stood, his gaze fixed at the spot she stood. Was he really blind? She asked herself. Only one way to find out.

She was relieved to see that he continued to stare at the place she had been standing and did not turn his head as she approached him. This was enough proof to her that he was blind and couldn't see her.

Zeke was calm and quiet while she was shaking all over and had difficult in breathing. She didn't know why it was so. He had made such an entrance and had caught her off guard. Now she couldn't help herself ogling over his naked chest and muscular abdomen. She desperately wanted to see his eyes.

"I have your cigarette here," Summer said.

"Give it to me," he demanded.

She handed him his cigarette case. He took it, pulled out a cigarette to his red lips and asked her to lit it for him.

Summer operated the lighter and lit the cigarette. Just being this close to him left her breathless.

"Thank you," he said, reaching out for her hand blindly. When he finally held her wrist, she flushed and stepped back. "Lead me to the bed."

Summer couldn't believe this was happening. She was supposed to come in here, strip and dance on the pole and give this guy a good time and not being a baby sitter.

Nonetheless, she did as she was told. She took him straight to bed and had him seated on it.

Zeke blew a cloud of smoke, setting his walking stick aside and finally focusing on her.

"Where are you?"

"I'm standing right in front of you."

"You mentioned your name's Teddy."

"Yes I did."

"Is that your stage name or your real name?"

"Is that important?"

"It is. I want to know your real name."

This guy's inquisitive. She was finding it quite annoying. " I keep my personal life private, sir. Besides, it's part of the rules of my job not to reveal my real name. I'm sorry."

Zeke raised his hand in the air as if to stop her from saying anymore.

He passed a red tongue over his red lips and said, "Rules don't apply here."

As simple as that. Summer went hot then cold.

"This is my cruiser," he went on, his glasses giving him a forbidden aura. " And this is my party. You're in my bedroom which means you're in my territory and I'm paying big money for your time. Your establishment rules doesn't apply here anymore. I make the rules now. As long as the night's on, you belong to me."

Summer was dumbstruck. She wanted to say something but the words couldn't come out. He had made a power move by reminding her she was stuck in the bedroom with him. Behind those doors were his two bodyguards. If he had any bad intentions towards her, she wouldn't be safe at all. She had to do what he said.

Swallowing, she replied in a shaky voice. "My name's Summer."

"Your voice is shaking," Zeke waved his cigarette in the air. "Relax and tell me your name one more time."

"My name's Summer Frits."

"You're from where?"

"New York City."

"What part?"

"Brooklyn."

Zeke was quiet. He smoked a little more then nodded almost immediately. "That's okay. I'm Killian Zeke."

"I know."

"Are you scared of me?"

"No I'm not. You're just..." She cut herself off.

"Just what?"

"You're just not what I expected."

"Let me guess, you were expecting a fat faced wealthy man, weren't you?"

"Most likely. You're blind and... Young and... Hot. Not really what I expected of the mysterious billionaire tycoon Killian Zeke."

Zeke looked thoughtfully at her voice direction, cocking his head to a side. "Tell me, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty years old," she sighed. "This almost sounds more like a job interview. Didn't you call for my services?"

"I didn't call for your service. I paid for your service."

"Well, I'm ready now."

"But I'm not," he said calmly. "What's the hurry? We have all night."

Summer knew they had all night but to stand before this guy, answering all sorts of his endless annoying questions wasn't her ideal of fun. She was taken aback by his appearance and charm but now she had recovered. She just wanted to her job for tonight done and dusted.

If a client back at Las Vegas wasted her time the way this man was wasting her time, she'd have stood up and left him. But in her current state now, she wasn't in the right place to do such. She was trapped.

Trapped with a blind billionaire tycoon.