The Intern: The Billionaire's Successor

Just like that. Power really is the sexiest thing in the world. Without a word, I sidle up to him, taking in his body heat as I hold him close.

“What you did today,” he mentions softly before he glances down at me. “What you did today in response to the horrible things that I say to you…Olivia, I think that was the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Low bar, I’m guessing.”

“Hell no,” he counters, instilling me with a surge of pride. “It was incredible. You…you’re…” he trails off as he locks eyes with me.

I’m incredible. He wants to say it, but he won’t let himself.

Sure enough, Davis clears his throat. “I really am sorry, Olivia,” he says instead.

“You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.” Another shake of his head. “This isn’t how I wanted things to go.”

“What exactly is this?” I demand, pulling back to look at him. We’ve just fucked. I just let him put a part of his body inside of my own. We touched each other’s skin and watched each other orgasm with abandon. And yet, this might be the most honest part of the entire night—the monumental act of staring at each other and holding each other.

“Nothing,” he says after a beat. “Forget I said anything. Let’s go to sleep.”

Little does Davis realize, my heart is beating too fast to sleep when he’s holding me like this.