Whatever He Asks (Writer for the Billionaire) (8 page)

He
whirled
around.
“
What
are
you
looking
at?
You're
still
here?
”
His
voice
shook
with
anger.

“
Yes,
I'm
sorry.
I
—”

“
Get
out
of
here,
for
God's
sake.
You
put
in
a
day.
”
Magnus
closed
his
eyes,
turning
back
to
the
window.

“
All
right.
I'll
see
you
tomorrow.
”
I
tried
to
swallow
my
pride,
but
I
felt
like
a
chastened
child.
Working
for
Magnus
Gray
wasn't
going
to
be
all
sunshine
and
roses.

And
I
was
an
idiot
for
thinking
it
would
be.
Men
at
the
top
are
known
for
being
less
than
warm
and
cuddly.

I
hurried
down
the
hall,
battling
back
sudden
tears.

As
I
stepped
into
the
elevator,
a
voice
stopped
me.

“
Wait.
I'm
sorry.
”

I
moved
back
into
the
hallway,
feeling
foolish.
“
For
what?
”

Magnus
Gray
stood
inches
away
from
me
now.

“
For
talking
to
you
that
way.
There
are...a
lot
of
things
going
on
right
now
in
the
business.
”
His
face
was
tight,
grim.

I
shrugged.
“
It's
okay.
”

“
No,
it's
not.
”
He
took
my
arm,
and
I
couldn't
breathe
for
a
moment.
“
It's
not
at
all.
”
Magnus
crushed
me
to
him,
and
his
lips
were
on
mine,
making
a
trail
of
fire.

He
maneuvered
me
against
the
wall,
one
hand
on
my
neck,
the
other
tangled
in
my
hair.

“
Linda.
”

I
moaned
into
his
mouth,
responding
to
the
name
on
his
lips.
The
man
could
kiss,
and
his
body
pressed
against
mine
told
of
his
need.
An
answering
wetness
between
my
legs
made
me
lightheaded.
All
sanity
had
flown
out
the
window
as
soon
as
he'd
taken
me
into
his
arms
—
maybe
even
from
the
moment
I'd
seen
him
in
the
bar.

His
hand
ran
down
the
nape
of
my
neck
and
inside
my
shirt
as
I
shivered
in
his
arms.
Our
tongues
danced,
questing
in
rhythm.
I
inhaled
his
scent
—
clean
earth
and
honey
—
an
arousing
combination.
He
was
inches
from
touching
my
bra
when
he
jerked
away.

“
I'm
sorry.
This
is
wrong.
”
Magnus
ran
a
hand
through
his
mussed
blond
hair,
not
looking
at
me
now.
He'd
put
a
few
feet
between
us
just
like
that.

I
said
nothing.
What
was
there
to
say?
What
could
be
wrong
about
a
god-man
like
him
who
couldn't
have
been
a
day
over
thirty
seducing
me
in
the
hallway
outside
of
his
business
suite
—
other
than
everything
in
the
eyes
of
anything
moral
and
ethical?
And
me
an
intern
just
a
few
hours
ago,
to
boot.

I
found
my
voice
after
a
few
more
shallow
breaths.
“
There's
nothing
to
be
sorry
about.
”

All
I
wanted
was
to
feel
his
hands
on
me
again,
his
mouth
on
mine.
Had
I
ever
experienced
such
desperate
need
from
a
man?

Like
I'm
the
only
thing
keeping
him
grounded.

I
shook
my
head
at
the
inane
thought.
A
man
like
Magnus
Gray
definitely
didn't
need
a
virtual
nobody
like
me,
and
we'd
only
just
met.
He
must
have
a
different
woman
in
his
bed
every
night,
or
he
could
have
if
he
wanted
one.

“
There
is,
but
I
knew
it
would
be
difficult
not
to
touch
you
as
soon
as
I
laid
eyes
on
you
—
the
woman
who
writes
so
convincingly
and
who
makes
even
me
believe
in
Gray
Enterprises.
”
His
gaze
locked
onto
mine,
and
I
saw
the
sadness
and
hunger
there.

What
demons
are
eating
him
up?

The
question
came
to
mind
swiftly.
I
was
certain
I
was
reading
some
deep
darkness
within
him.
His
body
had
communicated
the
same
to
me.

“
I
don't
know
what
to
say.
”

“
There's
nothing
to
say.
I'll
see
you
tomorrow
morning,
Ms.
Louis.
”
He
dropped
his
head,
and
I
drank
in
his
rumpled
white
business
shirt
and
tie
made
askew
from
our
heated
moment
of
passion.

His
usage
of
my
last
name
pained
me.
Would
I
not
be
Linda
to
him
anymore?