The Billionaire’s Intern: An Older Man, Younger Woman Romance Page 3

  There was a short silence, the managers glancing around at each other before one of them spoke up.

  “I do have one question. None of us have spoken to your father since the FBI came knocking here. Would it be possible to speak to him?”

  I nodded at the question and made a note of the man’s face. He looked to be in his fifties with a receding hairline and a no-nonsense expression on his face. I couldn’t guess who he was from just his looks, though, and my dad hadn't given me much to go by. I’d have to learn who the important people in the company were. Of course, my dad hadn't explained anything—he probably couldn’t, but I wasn’t so surprised he was leaving me to do his dirty work.

  “I’m afraid I can't speak for my father at the moment, but as you know, the Feds still have him under investigation. They did give back all the files they took from the company, though. Now, is there anything else, or can I continue?”

  They glanced at each other again, then a few of them nodded at me as a sign I should continue.

  “Good,” I said flatly. “Because we’re all going to have our work cut out for us. The files will need to be retrieved for one, but we should be getting them here by today. We’ll need to go through everything, the whole system, make sure everything is clean. I don’t want my father to have any link with the company until further notice.”

  “Do we know whether the FBI is finished with the investigation, or found something of interest?” someone else asked. She looked to be in her mid-to-late thirties, with dark hair pulled back into a severe bun and glasses covering her equally dark eyes. She would have been pretty, if not for her shark like gaze that told me she was a woman I needed to watch out for.

  “I have a contact with the Feds. They’re not entirely forthcoming with information, but I don’t believe there’s reason to worry just yet. We aren’t to interfere with investigations, but we can't let the company suffer much more, either. If anyone knows something or has something to tell me that they think could be of use, then please come talk to me as soon as possible.”

  As the room dissolved into murmurs once more, I decided it was time to end the meeting. I clapped my hands to get everyone’s attention.

  “Now. We’re all on the same team here, so please keep that in mind. I only wanted to introduce myself for today, but I will be talking with some of you individually this week, so please expect calls soon. Unless anyone else has something to add, this meeting is over.”

  I sat back and waited for everyone else to leave first as I looked them all over. Dad hadn't given me enough information to go on. I vaguely knew what the Feds were looking for, and that was it. I didn’t know if my dad was guilty, if he had an accomplice, or was getting framed, and figuring that out was all I needed to focus on.

  Once the room had emptied, I stood up to head out myself, when someone else appeared at the door way. I arched my eyebrows at Jasmine standing there, clothes fixed and fidgeting in place.

  “I’m sorry,” she said in a rush. “I didn’t know you would call a meeting; I wasn’t prepared—”

  “It’s fine,” I said as I cut her off, voice cold. “What isn’t fine, however, is you getting here late.”

  She flinched back from me as if I’d slapped her. I felt something tighten in my chest, but I told myself not to falter. She wasn’t any less sexy than she was an hour ago, but I had my priorities straight, as they should have been the whole time.

  Jasmine licked her lips, and I had to force my eyes to look into hers.

  “Um,” she began, hesitant. “I’m sorry, sir, but—”

  I cut her off again. “I don’t need to you be sorry; I need you to be punctual. I already told you that I like punctuality in my employees. The next time you’re late, Jasmine, I will be making you pay for it, so be warned. I don’t like repeating myself.”

  Her brow furrowed. “But that’s not fair. I was with you.”

  I shrugged. “That is not my problem. I walked slowly, and I still got back here before you did. That’s a strike against you, Jasmine.” I crossed the length of the conference room to stop beside her. “As for what happened this morning, I need to think with my head instead of my cock. I came here to do a job, and my job doesn’t involve fucking my secretary.”

  Chapter 6

  Jasmine

  Two days after the sexual encounter with my boss, two days after I got back in the office, only to find he’d called for a meeting, and I hadn't been there. And then, me trying to make excuses and him scolding me.

  Fucking bastard. It’s his fault I’m so damn exhausted.

  My intercom beeped, and I almost groaned out loud. But because I was still on the job—though I had seriously been considering quitting, I picked up the phone and pressed the intercom button.

  “What can I do for you, sir?” I asked, my voice blank and professional.

  “Jasmine, can you go to accounting and pick up some files for me? The head of the department should have them available, just talk to his secretary.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said briskly and put the phone down perhaps a tad too hard.

  But I was growing fucking sick of the bastard treating me like his errand girl. Especially since, with him around, I already had more work to do than I’d ever done before.

  I got up and put away the things on my desk. I had to shut down my computer for safety reasons, just logging out was apparently not enough. Any papers on my desk that pertained to work had to go into a drawer, which is then locked and carried the key with me as I left my station. I’d done it several times already for the day.

  “I really should just fucking quit,” I mumbled to myself as I walked into the elevator.

  The accounting department—or at least, the head’s office—was three floors down. Once I got off, I grimaced. The floor was crowded, with a bunch of desks and cubicles arranged in the open space, equipment littered around the room that was shared among the occupants. It was louder, too. There were only three other secretary’s with stations on my floor, though they were separated far enough that I didn’t get to talk to them much. But I was unused to this kind of chaos.

  I crossed the room, walking in between the desks and cubicles. The atmosphere was loud, with several people talking, either on the phone or to each other, with several other voices ringing and papers rustling. Even with all that noise, I could hear the machines in the room whirring, and it only made it all even more unbearable. I understood it was a busy time for the company, but if things were this frantic this high up, I might just tear my hair out if my boss sent me to a lower floor.

  Or, I could always quit, my mind put in helpfully.

  Finally, I made it to the other side of the room. I knocked on the door to the head’s office and walked in. His secretary sat in the small office that led to his. I wasn’t envious she got her office, no matter how small, but I would probably be glad for it, too, if I had to put up with as much as she did per day.

  “Hello, Lily,” I called as I slid inside, closing the door with relief. “I came to get something from your boss.”

  Lily was someone I’d only seen now and then, and usually only at staff meetings or parties. She was at least a decade older than me, and it showed in the wrinkles on her skin. She had blond hair and brown eyes, and always put on a colorful top.

  She arched an eyebrow. “You’re looking a little worse for wear. Overwhelmed because you’re working for once?”

  I pursed my lips. Lily didn’t like me much. A lot of the secretaries didn’t, and if they had to put up with the shit I currently was, then I understood why. To them, I was probably the lucky bitch that got to be lazy. Those like Lily were probably celebrating because of my bad luck these days.

  “Could I please just have the files?” I asked, not up for anyone else’s shit today when I already had my boss to deal with. “He didn’t tell me what they were, just that your boss had them. If you don't get them, I could always go in there.” I arched my eyebrows at the threat.

  She frowned, but she go
t up off her ass. “Fine,” she said, voice clipped. “Just wait here.”

  I shrugged and folded my arms under my breasts as I leaned back against a patch of wall. She was back after a couple of minutes with a bunch of papers stacked in her arms. My jaw dropped a little as she set them down on her desk with a loud thump.

  “There’s everything,” she said, voice smug, smiling thinly at me. “I assume you don’t need help to carry this much, right?”

  I sneered at her as I stepped to her desk and picked up the papers. They were heavy, and taking them back up would be a pain. I managed to lift them up, and I grimaced at their weight in my arms.

  “Have a nice day, Jasmine,” Lily singsonged behind me.

  I snorted as I struggled to open the door—she offered to be no help—while trying desperately not to drop any of the papers.

  “Thanks for your fucking help,” I muttered bitterly as I stepped out of her office and into the chaos of the floor.

  The way back was irritating. Crossing the busy floor with papers in my hands took a bit of restraint. It was like everyone was suddenly getting in my way, because everyone suddenly had to be somewhere else, and more than once, I almost lost my footing or dropped some of the papers. And then I made it to the elevator and somehow had to press the button with both my hands occupied, when I couldn’t even look straight ahead or above the load to see what I was doing. I had to do it again once I was inside to hit the right button for my floor.

  By the time I made it back to my desk, my arms were cramping uncomfortably. I dropped all the papers down and took a moment to breathe. When I moved to the desk and knocked.

  “Come in,” my boss called, voice muffled.

  I opened the door gingerly, just enough to stick my head inside. “I have the papers for you on my desk, sir.”

  He glanced up at the document he was reading. “Can you please bring them in here for me? Just leave them over there.” He waved his hand vaguely.

  The office was large, enough to fit his desk and a separate area that looked more casual with a small table surrounded by chairs. I pulled away from the door, opening it wide enough as I picked up the papers and transferred them to his table. I set them down, as Lily had, with a loud thump. He looked up at the sound.

  “Would you like anything else, sir?” I said pointedly.

  “Actually, yes. I need the papers I left for you this morning. Are you done with the proofing?”

  I almost groaned. “I was finishing up on it when you interrupted me.”

  My tone was just a little sour, but he ignored it. “Then get that to me right now. I’ll send you something else I need you to look over for me in your email in a while, so look forward to that.”

  I wanted to remind him that there was other work he’d given me, similar to that, already. I was only nearly done with what he’d left me earlier in the morning, and he’d been interrupting me to send me on errands the whole time. But, it was my job, so I just gave a sharp nod and headed for the door.

  “Of course, sir.”

  Work dragged on, to the point I thought I would pass out. It was evening already, around eight, and I was finishing up my last bit of work for the day. I wanted to finish everything and leave, but then Gabe’s door was opening, and I looked up as he stopped at my desk and looked down at me. I was growing used to the cold look on his face, but after what he’d put me through for the day, it left me feeling a little irritated.

  “Can I do something for you, sir?” I asked politely.

  “I need you to come into my office.”

  I clenched my hands in my lap. “If it’s the work you wanted, I’m finishing it right now—”

  “You can finish it tomorrow—” he said, cutting me off. “Close down your computer and come in, because I need you now.”

  Then he turned on his heel and walked back to his office.

  My hands were clenched so tight I felt the sting of my nails against my palms. I wanted nothing more than to ignore him and go home. Instead, I did as he said and followed him into his office.

  Chapter 7

  Gabe

  I couldn’t get her out of my mind after she went to her desk. It was as if I could smell her sweet pussy from a distance. The taste of it the other morning was still on my lips. It was fast approaching eight, and on a Friday night, the staff leaves here at the speed of light like bees to their honey comb. They can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.

  Whereas I couldn’t wait to get the fuck into her pants.

  “Do I have to take notes this time of night?”

  I growled as I crossed my legs, “You mean on a Friday?”

  She nodded, “Does it make a difference if it’s on a Friday or not? The point is that you want me here when everyone’s out having fun.”

  “I don’t pay you to have fun.”

  “No, you pay to torture me!”

  She was just about to get up, and then I signaled for her to make her way to me with my finger. She stops for a minute. As if she’s hesitating, thinking twice about it. I know that as much as she tries to act annoyed most of the time, it was just that, an act. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her and my cock was fucking screaming out her name as it was jerking out of control.

  As she stood in front of my desk, I walked slowly to the door and closed it. Then I fucking locked it. Nothing was going to stop me from getting what I wanted tonight. And it was Jasmine with her legs up in the air while I rode her with my fat cock.

  “Why did you lock the door?” Her voice was trembling, but she knew the answer to her question. I slowly took off my tie, then my jacket and threw them both on the sofa.

  “Because I’m going to fuck you on my desk. Right now.”

  She started to laugh until she realized that I was dead serious as I began to loosen the top buttons of my shirt. I wasn’t going to strip. No, there was a time and place for everything, and this wasn’t one of them.

  As I approached her and I started to unbuckle my belt, she didn’t move, but her eyes were fixated on my belt. She wanted to know what I had underneath my pants. And today I was going to reward her by showing her.

  “Take it off!”

  I snarled as I grew closer towards her. This time I wasn’t only taking off a few buttons, but revealing my chest as I opened it up. I was hungry. Fucking starving and I didn’t just want to eat her pussy; I wanted to fuck it as if my life depended on it.

  She looked at me with confusion for a split second and then she obeyed. She couldn’t do anything else because she was in my office to give me everything that I needed and more. I hadn’t dictated anything to her. I didn’t call her in to take notes and she knew it. She could put on her sweet innocent face in front of the others. But, I knew that underneath it all laid a hot, sexy temptress.

  After she took off her dress, I unclasped her bra and threw it on the ground, and then I blurted out, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  Then I pinned her body onto my desk, and she couldn’t move even if she wanted to as I left her helpless and with my free hand I ripped off her panties. Then, I kissed her from her neck to her shoulders. Everything I did was fast; she had no time to react to it, only moan as I knew that no one else was around and if they were, they only thing they would hear was her soft moans which would soon turn to screams.

  “Yes,” she purred as I took one of her nipples in my mouth and started to tease it with my teeth while flicking it with my tongue.

  Then I shifted slowly to the other breast, leaving my hardness trapped in my boxers which were rubbing against her naked body on my desk. She was so fucking wet as I rubbed against her. I should have unbuckled my belt so that I could just rub against her, but I knew that I wouldn’t hesitate in taking her. I couldn’t resist any longer, so I freed my hand and let go of my cock.

  I pulled back and snarled, “Jasmine, get off the desk now!”

  As she got up, I dropped my pants, and like a panther, I put her on top of the table where she belonged so that I coul
d fuck the life out of her. Her eyes jumped up as she saw my cock come into her sight. I knew that if she thought about doing it before, she was certainly a willing partner now as I moved closer to her and she touched it. She stroked my cock, and she had the biggest smile on her face as she said, “You’re so fucking big.”

  She had no idea how big I was until I let out a growl and grew even more. There were no panties to stop me from pleasuring her, and I lifted her feet up so that they were flat on the desk and I slid a finger inside of her. I wanted to see how wet she was really and my finger glided inside her so smoothly it was fucking incredible.

  “Damn! You’re so fucking wet!” I blurted out.

  “You make me this way.”

  I moved my finger against the softness of her folds. I loved the way that her head rolled back as I did it, she wanted me to take her, but I wanted her to come first. She wanted me to take her, but I wasn’t ready to do that yet. The idea of watching her come on top of my desk with just my fingers was driving me insane. I dipped lower towards her clit and then pushed it further inside of her. She started to grind against my finger. So, I pushed in another one, and she moved from sitting up to lying on my desk with her knees in the air, I pushed them to the side so that she was spread out like an eagle.

  I couldn’t hold on any longer as I replaced my fingers with my cock. One hand on her shoulder and the other on her ass. She pushed towards me and started screaming out like a whore in a brothel.

  “Gabe!”

  I had no condom, and I always practiced safe sex, but I wanted to feel inside her sweet pussy, and I forgot for a second about practicing the one thing that I’d always done. The only sound was the desk rocking against the floor. I jumped every time I thrust inside of her. The more I tried to control myself, the harder I thrust inside of her.

  “Gabe, I’m coming!”