Seducing My Assistant (10 page)

SNEAK PEEK EXCERPTS FROM FALLING FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

“A man like me takes what he wants when he wants it.” Henry said as he undid his tie and threw it to the ground.

“I see.”

“Do you?” He asked as he stepped forward and I watched as he undid the buttons of his crisp white shirt one by one.

“Yes.” I nodded, swallowing hard as I stared at his olive chest skin as he took his shirt off and threw it next to his tie. “What are you doing?” I asked him, my eyes widening as his fingers fell to his belt and I watched as he removed his belt as deftly as he’d removed his tie.

“What does it look like?” He licked his lips and smirked at me.

“Why are you taking your clothes off?”

“Why do you think?” He said as he bent down and removed his dark navy slacks. He stood in front of me, almost naked, only his white boxer briefs stopping him from baring all.

“Henry.” I said, as my head started to spin. My throat felt dry as I stared at him. Boy was he sexy.

“Yes?” He said and he smiled, a big wide smile, before stepping out of his boxer shorts. He was naked now. Completely and utterly naked. My gaze fell to his cock. I swallowed again as I took it in. He was big, magnificent almost. I couldn’t believe he had just gotten naked in front of me. He was way too comfortable with me. I had to nip this in the bud before he went too far.

“Henry.” I said and took a step back. I groaned as I felt the wall behind me. He’d backed me into a corner, just as he’d planned, I was almost sure that he had me exactly where he wanted me.

“Yes Lacey?” He said, his green eyes piercing mine knowingly.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you how easy it is to let go.” He said and I watched as he slammed the door shut and turned the lock. “Ready?”

***

Dark silky hair. Light green teasing eyes. Olive tan skin. Perfect white teeth. A body that looked muscular and strong without being too built. A smirk that drove me crazy. And hands on my waist that were driving me wild.

Yes. This was not a good sign.

“Get your hands off of me.” I snarled up at the man that had pulled me into the poorly lit room, his warm hands burning a hole on my waist.

“Or?” He grinned down at me, his smile wide and teasing.

“Sir, I may be the hired help, but I was hired to waitress, not to be your own private plaything.” I kept my voice steady, though I was starting to feel woozy by his close proximity. This man in front of me was entirely too good looking and I could tell by the look on his face that he knew it.

“That’s a pity.” He laughed as he let go of me. “I’d quite like you to be my plaything.”

“I bet you would.” I said and quickly turned around and grabbed the door handle. “If you’ll excuse me please.” I opened the door quickly and before I was about to hurry out of the room, I looked back at him. “Oh.” I said softly, my voice dropping as I took in his face properly. “It’s you.” I pretended like I hadn’t known who he was as soon as he’d grabbed me and pulled me into the room.

“It’s me.” He laughed behind me as I walked out of the room and followed me. I stopped and turned around to glare at him.

“Henry right?” I said as if I didn’t know his name well. I’d recognize him anywhere. He was too hot to forget, but way too arrogant to let know I remembered him.

“Lacey right?” He grinned at me and stared down at my outfit. “I didn’t know you were a waitress.” His eyes surveyed my outfit and I could see from his wicked grin that he was trying to picture me without my clothes on. My body grew hot as he stared at me and I wanted to groan. Why did he have such an effect on me? I barely knew him; had only met him once before in my life, yet, I felt like I wanted to get to know him a whole lot better.

“I’m not really a waitress.” I shrugged. “I just took the gig for the night to make some extra money.”

“I see.” He said and nodded in that way that told me he didn’t really believe me.

“I’m really a writer.” I continued, stressing the word writer.

“I see.” He said again with a cocky look and I wanted to ask him, what exactly he was seeing and if he was always a condescending jerk, but I didn’t. Of course, I didn’t.

“I have to get back to work.” I said and stepped away from him, my heart racing as I glanced into his light brightly shining green eyes. I licked my lips nervously as I stared at him. Oh my God, why did he have to be so sexy and handsome?

“So back into the office then?”

“What?” I asked him in confusion.

“You said you wanted to get back to work? I thought you meant you wanted to get back to servicing me.”

“Get back to?” I raised an eyebrow up at him. “I don’t believe I ever started?”

“Then you’re not doing your job well, are you?” He licked his lips seductively and I swallowed hard.

“You really are a pig, aren’t you?” I asked him, my voice confident, even though my insides were weak.

“No. Just honest.” He reached over and ran his fingertips across my trembling lips. “I would love to feel your lips on me.”

“What?” I almost screeched and he laughed loudly.

“Oh Lacey.” He grinned at me and winked. “This is going to be a lot of fun.”

“What’s going to be a lot of fun?” I asked dumbly, resisting the urges to slap him and kiss him.

“You’ll see.” He winked again and then cleared his throat. “Now you’ll have to excuse me, I have guests to attend to.”

“This is your party?” I asked him, my jaw dropping. I’d known he was rich, but hadn’t known he was this rich. Whoa!

“Yes.” He said with a smirk. ‘Welcome to my humble abode.” He gave a small bow and then straightened up again. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you again, Lacey. Until next time.” He nodded and then walked away, leaving me standing there, gazing after him like a lost puppy dog. I swallowed hard and sighed as I watched after him. I needed to call my best friend, Elizabeth to tell her what had just happened. She’d be able to explain it all to me, as my head was still all a muddle. I couldn’t believe that my first waitressing job was here, working for him. I’d only met him once, at a flag football game a couple of weeks before. He was the brother of some rich guy called Xander, that was married to a friend I’d recently made called Liz. He’d been sarcastic and cocky and I’d taken an instant dislike to him; maybe because I’d found him to be too attractive and unnerving, but I had to admit that he’d been on my mind, or in my dreams, a couple of times. I swallowed hard as I stood there, wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t have walked out of the study. I shook my head at myself and hurried back to work with my face burning red. I knew exactly what we’d be doing and I couldn’t stop myself from wishing that I had been brave enough to stay in the room and let Henry James do whatever he had wanted to do to me.

***

“Let’s run away from here.” He said, his voice deep. “Let’s run away and start over. You can keep up with me right?”

“Yes.” I said, but my brain was screaming at me, what are you thinking?

“Good.” He pulled me towards him, his green eyes focused on my face intently. “As long as you can keep my secrets, everything will be okay.”

“Do you love me?” I asked softly and his eyes widened in that familiar way.

“Let me show you how much I can love you.” He said and I waited for that familiar ripple of excitement to pass through my body as he pulled me towards him.

“Wait.”I said pleading, as I could feel him drifting away from me, fading into oblivion. My body started to grow cold as he disappeared. “Don’t go.” I cried out, fighting the light as I felt my body stirring. My eyes popped open and I stared at the wall, blinking rapidly, my heart beating fast, my body still warm from being next to him. “No.” I whined out-loud, feeling hot, bothered and slightly embarrassed at the fact that I’d been fantasizing and dreaming about Henry.

“Lacey, you awake?” Elizabeth knocked on my bedroom door as I sat up and tried to get the image of Henry out of my mind.

“Yes.” I groaned slightly as I rubbed my eyes and she walked in. “I had the dream again.” I said to her before she could speak.

“Of Henry James?” She looked surprised as she sat on my bed. She raised her eyebrows at me and looked at me curiously.

“The one and only.” I groaned. “I just don’t understand why I keep dreaming about him. I don’t even know him.”

“Well you do know him and you think he’s hot, obviously.” She laughed. “And you did see him last night.”

“I only saw him because I was working as a servant at his house party. And I barely saw him.” I made a face at her. “And he’s not hot.” I said, my face flushing as I thought about his deep green eyes and jet black hair. Hot was an understatement. Henry James was scorching. So scorching that I could still feel my skin sizzling.

“You’re bright red.” Eliza said staring at me, with a wicked grin on her face. “Exactly what did you dream?”

“Nothing.” I moaned and collapsed back down on the bed. “Why me?”

“Why you nothing.” She laughed. “Scott told me that Henry invited us up to some party this weekend at his mansion. Shall we go?”

“He did?” I blinked up at her, my heart racing. “Henry James invited us to a party?”

“I know. He doesn’t even know us.” She shook her head and I could see that she looked confused. “We don’t have to go.”

“Do you think we should?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too eager. Why had Henry invited us to his mansion? What was he hoping to get? I could feel a secret thrill running through my body at the thought of spending an entire weekend with him. I barely knew him, but I suppose my body didn’t care about that. Plus, what could he really do to me? We were connected in a way. His brother was married to the sister of my best friend’s boyfriend. We would see each other in the future. At least I secretly hoped we did. I wanted to scream out in frustration. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted. Or what I expected to happen. Was I stupid to be daydreaming about a man that I barely knew and seemed to be an asshole? I knew I was, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that just one night couldn’t hurt. Could it?

***

“Thong or granny panties?” The voice was husky and made me scream as it entered my room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I turned around, my eyes flashing as I stared at my unwelcome visitor. “Don’t you knock? I just finished changing.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind.” He shrugged, not looking concerned at all, that he’d almost caught me naked.

“You didn’t think I’d mind?” I gave him my sternest voice and narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn’t going to let Henry James know that I fancied him. No way, Jose. I was not going to give him that satisfaction.

“Well, do you?” His enchanting green eyes mocked me.

“Of course I do, why do you think I practically screamed when you walked in here?”

“Because you’re trying to tease me.” He spoke softly, his voice deep and husky as he stepped closer to me.

“Tease you?” I said, my voice rising slightly as his arm grazed mine lightly.

“With your screams.” He grinned. “Trying to let me know how you will sound when I—”

“Yeah, I think you can stop there.” I said quickly, cutting him off, my face reddening as chuckled. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

“Not particularly.” He shook his head, but the grin was still on his face.

“You’re not funny.” I said adamantly, in case he didn’t know.

“I don’t want to be funny.” He looked around my room. “It’s cute in here. Nice decorating skills.”

“You’re a regular comedian, aren’t you?” I frowned as I looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and on my bed bed. It had taken me a while to decide what to wear and the room looked like a tornado had passed through it just minutes before.

“No, I told you I don’t want to be funny. What I want is for you to let me show you exactly what a real man—”

“You got that wrong.” I cut him off. “It shouldn’t be exactly what, it should be exactly how. You want to show me exactly how a real man treats his lady.”

“No.” He took another step forward and I took a step back, right into the wall. He put his arms above my shoulders and moved his face closer to mine, so that his eyes were peering into mine, from a mere two inches away. “I want to show you exactly what a real man does to excite his lady.”

“What?” My jaw dropped as I gazed at him, my face burning. I could feel his body heat close to mine and my body trembled slightly as his legs pressed into mine.

“You’re writing a book right?” His eyes lit up as he moved even closer to me. I could feel his breathe on my lips now.

“Yes.” I squeaked out with a nod.

“Don’t you want...” He stopped talking as his lips lightly brushed mine. My eyes widened as I felt his hands in my hair. I could feel every part of my body on edge with excitement. His eyes danced as he kissed me lightly and I waited to feel his tongue slipping into mine. I would only allow it for a few seconds, but then I would push him off of me. Unfortunately, he stopped the kiss instead of proceeding.

“Don’t I want what?” I breathed out, in a daze as his right hand fell to my waist and his palm pushed my body slightly forward.