Daddy’s Billionaire Boss

“So, what’s my job for today?” I asked.

“I want to tell you that it’s imperative you stay right here and kiss me all day long,” he whispered as he nuzzled my ear. “But what I really need is for you to go through my email responses, and edit them for me to teach me how to appear warmer.”

He opened my laptop and showed me where to find a folder filled with at least thirty emails.

“Apparently I’m efficient, but not personable,” he said. “I’m sure that you can show me how to warm things up a bit. I’m sorry, but I have meetings for the rest of the morning. I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Absolutely.”

Mason picked up my hand, turning it gently to kiss a line along my inner wrist. “Did I get an A-plus yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he smiled proudly. “I can make us reservations at any restaurant in the city for tonight. Where would you like to go?”

Staring out the window for a moment, I considered the options. I didn’t want to be surrounded by people who would fawn all over us. I wanted to get to know who Mason really was. “Do you live alone?”

His eyes instantly widened. “Yes. Why?”

“Can we make dinner together at your house?”

His mouth actually fell open for a split second. “Emily, you consistently shock me with your random but perfect ideas. Yes, absolutely.”

He took the last sip of his coffee, kissed my forehead, then darted out the door, leaving me with my head spinning.

Just as quickly he returned, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I forgot to mention that you look positively breathtaking today, my beauty.”

His hands slipped into the back of my hair, tilting my head to kiss him hard and deep, taking my breath away until I heard myself moan.

Kissing the tip of my nose, he disappeared again, and I giggled to the empty office before getting down to work.

8

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Mason

Normally my day was a blur of calls and meetings, punctuated only by Sandra bringing me cups of fabulous coffee. I would usually spend several hours completely lost in piles of information, completely focused.

Today, I rewarded myself after each minor accomplishment by interrupting Emily. My stress dissolved every time I kissed her.

Every nerve, every muscle twitched toward her, as if Emily were some sort of homing beacon. Once I had her in my home tonight, would she allow me more? Would she let me slip that pretty dress off so that I could admire her completely?

By five o’clock, I couldn’t stand being in public with her anymore.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked as I returned from a quick meeting with my technical team.

Emily’s head jerked up. “You’re actually leaving at five on the dot?” She laughed merrily. “People will talk.”

“Let them,” I grinned. As we passed Sandra’s desk, surprise was written all over her face.

“Have a great weekend, Sandra,” I said smoothly as we passed. “I won’t be texting you until Monday.”

“Oh. Thank you, sir. Have a lovely weekend.”

Emily knocked her shoulder into my arm as soon as we were alone in the elevator. “You like freaking her out a bit.”

“Only in a good way.”