Romance: The Billionaire's Assistant (6 page)

Chapter 14

I’m happy that everything has worked out, but it hurts that he didn’t ask me out.

Maybe he didn’t like me as much as I liked him?

Maybe he wanted just a one-night stand and nothing more?

Of course, he could have any girl he wanted. He is smart, dashing, charming, suave and rich. He could pick anyone.

Why would he bother with me?

It’s a slight bruise to the ego, but I will have to get over it.

The great thing is that I will get another job with equal pay.

I also won’t have to deal with that bitch Sasha!

Now it’s time for me to put men on the back burner. I have no luck with any of them, so I best give them a break.

I’m going to kick ass in whatever position I’m in and work my way up. My Mom and Dad are going to be proud. I can feel the next phase of my life approaching and I am starting to grow up. I will no longer have to be the help.

As the realization that I have come out of this situation quite well sinks in, I begin a little dance in the hallway.

I haven’t got the man but at least, I’ve got the job.

That’s a start, right?

In the middle of my terrible prancing that’s not fit for public viewing, there is another knock on my door.

It scares the hell out of me, causing me to jump.

I look through the peephole and see Christopher again.

The butterflies return as I open the door.

“Hi?”

“I’m sorry for coming back… well I’m not sorry really.”

“Ok…”

“Anyway, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t ask you out for dinner.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I know that this is very backwards and usually the date comes before the sex but I think we’re mature enough to figure it out. I would love to get to know you if you’re interested?”

“You’re full of surprises.”

“Is that a no?”

“Of course I’ll go out with you,” I laugh.

“Great, get dressed.”

“You mean going out now?”

“Unless you’re busy?”

“N… no, I’m not busy.”

“She sure isn’t,” Angela says emerging from her room and looping her arm through mine. “Hello Christopher, I’m happy to see that you’ve come to your senses. I can’t believe you treated my friend so terribly!”

“Angela! Stop it, you’re embarrassing him.”

I try to restrain my over-exuberant friend.

“No. He deserves this tongue lashing,” Angela says and then turns to Christopher, “When you asked me two weeks ago to hook you up with one of my friends, it didn’t give you the license to be an asshole. You almost missed out on a very good thing.”

“Wait… what?” I spin to face Angela. “You set this whole thing up?”

Shock drifts over my whole body…

Chapter 15

Angela realizes that she let something slip that she shouldn’t have.

Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates.

“Umm…”

“Tell me.” I demand.

I pull my arm out of hers, creating space between us.

“Well, I kind of did,” she explains. “I met Christopher through a mutual friend at a party. I had no idea that he was mister moneybags at the time. He’s looked cute and sweet, or so I thought. I wanted to hook the both of you up immediately, but you were still hung up on Jason and he was still hung up on some ex of his. After Jason broke up with you, I figured it was a great time for the both of you to have some fun.”

“I’m going to kill you,” I say to Angela, “I’m going to do it, I swear!”

“Hey! You had a good time. I didn’t know he was going to be your boss! I figured that you two would end up together. That’s why I was so shocked when I found out you didn’t get his number after you hooked up with him. However, you were happy, so I left it alone. After you told me what happened at your new job, I didn’t know how to tell you the truth. I felt like it was all my fault. But, now it’s all worked out. Everyone’s happy. You should be kissing me and not killing me.”

“No, murder is the better option.”

“That’s another reason I had to come by and make it right. This entire situation got out of hand and I eventually knew I would have to answer to Angela,” Christopher says sheepishly.

“You’re right about that,” she replies. “No one treats my friend like crap and gets away with it.”

“So wait, the only reason you asked me out is so that you wouldn’t get Angela angry? Look, I’m no one's charity case. I don’t need your pity.”

“No!” he replies quickly. “I asked you out to dinner because I want to see you again. You seem like an amazing woman. I was just hoping I wouldn’t screw it up. So please, give me another chance.”

My mind is racing.

This was all a set-up?

I feel like some poor girl in a Hollywood movie. I can’t believe this. What a fucking rollercoaster of a week.

“I’m sorry.”

Angela’s words are true. I know her well enough to know when she regrets something.

“I’m sorry.”

Christopher’s words are firm.

True.

I stare at his face to see if there is any hint of a lie.

I study hard.

There isn’t. I’m sure he is telling the truth.

Damn it.

Why can’t life be simple?

“You know,” I grin. “The last person that stood in this apartment asking for another chance, got put out. I threw him out.”

Christopher nods, his eyes looking to the ground.

I’m sure he’s not used to rejection.

“However, I think I can make an exception, in this case,” I smile.

The dejected look on Christopher’s face disappears as a grin begins to form.

“I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t regret it.”

“You better. Take her somewhere nice, she loves seafood,” Angela says.

“Angela!” I scold, “Thank you, but you’ve done enough.”

“Geesh, well you do like seafood,” she mutters. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Thank you for helping but now it’s time for you to take a step back.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she says as she gives me an army salute. “Anyway, I’ve got a date. I’m about to get out of here.”

“Oh, I guess I’ll see you later?”

“Yes, you’ll see me later.” she smiles. “Don’t stay out too late.”

“I’ll return her safe and sound.”

“Good.” She gives me a hug and heads out the door.

“I guess I better get ready huh?”

“You can wear that if you like.”

“Sweats and a t-shirt? I don’t think so.” I look down at my clothes and frown.

“I think you look great.”

“I look a mess.”

“No, you don’t. You really don’t have any idea about how hot you are, do you? Not only are you incredibly attractive, you’re a great person.”

“You barely know me, how do you know I’m a great person?”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you. Angela is an excellent judge of character, you managed to make Miranda sad when you left, and you stuck it to my assistant Sasha. You’re perfect.”

The compliment makes me blush.

“Thanks.”

He reaches out and strokes my face. “I have a magnificent feeling about all of this.”

I close my eyes and lean into his hand.

This couldn’t be happening to me…

The man of my dreams is showering me with affection.

I don’t know how to process it all, but I do know one thing, I have the house to myself and I’m not going to waste it.

“I have a good feeling about this too. However, I’m not hungry.”

“Oh?”

“I’m thinking that we should continue to do things backwards.”

His eyebrow rises. “What do you have in mind?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe a bit of physical activity could raise my appetite?”

“Once again, I’m not one to argue with a lady.”

I drag him into my bedroom but before we get down to business, there is just one question that won’t let go of me.

“Why me?”

He blinks a few times. “What do you mean?”

“You can have any woman you want, why me? Why choose me?”

“I have money and so I don’t need a woman that has money. I need a woman that I can possibly fall in love with. I need a partner and someone that I can laugh with. I need someone that’s willing to put her inhibitions to the side and step out in a sexy blue dress. I need the kind of woman that’s nice but when she’s pushed, she’s not afraid to call another woman a bitch. That’s why I want more of you.”

“You sure know how to make a girl feel good. In more ways than one.”

“Hopefully I’ll get to make you feel good, over and over again.”

“We’ll just have to see about that.”

“Oh yeah?” he laughs.

“Yep, because you know, I have sexy, young, and amazing men beating down my door every day.”

“Hopefully I’ll put them all to shame,” he says as he grabs my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

It’s the sweetest thing that I’ve ever known.

His kiss is filled with unspoken promises of a future that I can’t even begin to envision yet.

I break the kiss, step away from him and undress completely.

He does the same.

Talk time is over, and I’m ready for more.

I take him by the hand and lead him to my bed, this time I don’t have to get rid of a heap of clothes.

He lies on his back and I marvel at his length again.

He’s so big and beautiful and he’s already hard.

I straddle him and play with his nipples as I stare at him.

I can’t help but grin as I enjoy his body.

There are so many places I want to touch and play with and right now he’s all mine.

His length rests against my stomach and I stroke it with one of my hands. He hisses and almost levitates from the bed.

“Someone is sensitive huh?” I ask playfully.

“I’ve been thinking about you from the moment I left your apartment. It was so difficult to leave and I wanted to do it again but the sun was coming up. I didn’t want to make it weird for the either of us.”

“You should have stayed.” I grin. “Then I would have done this.”

I lower myself down his body and wrap my warm lips around his cock. The blood practically surges to the tip.

“Ooooh… Your mouth… that mouth,” he groans as he grabs my hair.

I take more of him inside of my mouth, not wanting to tease him mercilessly this time around.

He feels too good.

I take as much of him as I can inside and move my tongue across his shaft.

His grip tightens on my hair and he pulls me up, “I won’t last this way, I can’t.”

“Am I ever going to be able to do it?”

“Yes, but right now I want to be inside of you. It’s all I can think about.”

“Well, I’m not one to argue with a gentleman,” I say mockingly.

He gives a nod as I position my wetness over the tip of his beautiful cock.

I exhale as I slowly slide down his pole.

My body immediately reacts as it’s stretched.

Yes…

It doesn’t take us long to get into the rhythm. We lose ourselves in one another.

There is a tenderness that’s there, it’s the same tenderness that he showed me the first night we were together, but it’s amplified.

He flips me over on the bed, and withdraws from me. Standing at the end of the bed while I lie waiting, his eyes adore my body.

I love the way he looks at me. 

I have never felt sexier. 

When he looks at me, I have never felt more like a woman.

I feel… I feel erotic. 

I attempt to move towards him but he stops me by holding out his hand as a stop sign.  He smiles and then brings his body over the top of mine. 

While lying on the bed, Christopher’s large body comes over the top of me, and I look up to his beautiful face. 

Again, he stares at me.  This time, he is not staring at my body but into my eyes. 

I am lost in his deep eyes. 

I am in a dream-like state as I stare into them.

I am thrust back to reality when his hard cock touches my wetness again. As he slides his hard cock into my wetness, I grip at his arms. 

He pushes his way in, entering deep inside me.

Oh yes…

I can feel his member deep and full, pulsating inside.  

I close my eyes as Christopher holds his member still inside me.  I sense every piece of him, touching me in places that only he can touch me. 

I feel whole with him inside me.

Wow…

This is amazing and I still can’t believe it is happening to me. This is happening to me!

Yes…

Christopher slowly withdraws and smoothly enters me again. 

Oh yes…

My hands run all over his firm chest, smoothing over the strength of his muscles.  This man’s body is perfect in every way.

Again he slowly withdraws and enters me again.

“Stop teasing me,” I plead.

“What do you want?” he questions as he slowly withdraws again.

“I want you to fuck me,” I demand.

Wow.

It feels so good to demand what I want. I am a strong, confident woman. As he lies over me missionary style, I rub my hands up his powerful arms.  His arms are strong, and my hands smooth easily over his tanned skin.

Again, he slowly withdraws and enters me.

Oh.

“Harder,” I demand.

He smiles.

Oh yes… this is going to be good.

Slam!

Suddenly, Christopher is pounding me with his aggressive strength. His whole body forces down onto mine, thumping my butt into the bed.

“Yes!” I scream.

The thrusting continues. 

Yes! 

Christopher becomes quicker.

“Fuck yes!!”

And deeper.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Harder!!

From deep inside, I can feel a moan beginning.  It starts deep within my body and gets stronger and stronger.  I can’t hold it in.  I bring my arm around the back of Christopher’s neck and try to keep the moan quiet.

But Christopher keeps slamming me.

I can’t contain it!

As I hold onto him tightly, I let it out of my lips.

“Yes…” the moan enhances my orgasm.

Wow…

I hold onto Christopher tight as he thrusts into me. I am lost in his body. Lost in his aggressive pounding.

Yes!

Beauty touches every part of my body, my head lost in dizziness.

Oh…

The world around me becomes brighter as Christopher continues thrusting with strength, slamming himself into me with a consistent pattern.  My head is spinning.

This is my moment.

I deserve this.

Yes.

The passion, lust and desire is better than anything I have ever experienced before.

Christopher pushes down on my shoulders, holding me still as he rides into me. 

He has taken control of me and I am all his. In this moment, I have no control.

Christopher slows and I come back to reality.  I look up to him and see a smile stretched across his face.  He slows the thrusting and then withdraws from me.

My chest is panting as he watches over me.