The Billionaire and the Assistant (The Billionaires 3)

“I wouldn’t want any woman of mine hanging round that kind of establishment. They might decide they want a threesome. We know there’s plenty of those around,” Aidan said, turning to H, as we used to take part in a hell of a lot of threesomes to make women’s fantasies come true at Club S.

“You hypocrite! You mean after all you’ve taken part in, in the past, you want a woman all to yourself?” H’s jaw dropped.

“Absofuckinglutely. I refuse to share my woman’s pussy with anyone. In fact, I’m going to fit her with a pussy lock when I find her.”

At this point H and I were almost hysterical with laughter.

“Oh my God, you are crazy. Fucked up crazy. So your ideal woman is what? A sex-crazed stunner who’s willing to wear a chastity belt and stay at home while you mingle with women who want to have threesomes with you?” H asked.

“That’s about it, yes.” Aidan replied with a pout to his lip.

More laughter ensued. “Then there’s no wonder you are still fucking single.” H said.

My cell beeped. I picked it up, and I couldn’t help the smile that played out on my face. I typed out a quick message then put my cell back on the table. When I looked at the other two, they were both staring at me.

“Who was that?” Aidan asked.

Fuck.

I cleared my throat. “It was Alexandra. She sends me a text when she’s home.”

“Excuse me?” H said. “Want to run that past us again?”

“Look, I can’t even remember how it started, but we must have been on a working dinner or something and I asked her to text me when she got home safely and she laughed and said I had to text her too and then she kept on with it. She texts me every night and I do the same. It’s nothing. Just lets someone know you’re home safely, like a security thing.”

“Oh dear God, are you really that stupid, Eli? You like this woman and by the sounds of it, she likes you.”

“She’s far too good an assistant for me to fuck it up by fucking her.”

“Okay, whatever you say, Eli, but I think you’re being a complete dick and ought to grow a pair of balls.” Aidan huffed.

H sat back and looked at both of us. “I don’t know which of you is the most dumb. The one who won’t take a chance on his assistant because she’s great at her job, bearing in mind, Manhattan is full of amazing PA’s, or the guy who thinks he can own a sex club and his wife will just sit at home and cook his dinner. It comes to something when I’ve become the most well-adjusted out of the three of us.”

He had a point.

“I will find myself a woman. Just to shut you all up. I will find that very woman. Who will let me own her pussy all by myself and accept my job.” Replied Aidan.

“Okay, and when are you going to find her by, because this sounds like something to wager on.” H had said.

“At the very latest by Christmas.”

“Three months? You’re going to find the woman of your dreams in three months?” I shook my head.

“At the latest. You know me. I love a challenge.”

“So, what’s the wager?” H asked.

“If I lose, I’ll babysit your daughter once a week. If you lose you are only allowed to show me pics of the kids at their birthday and at Christmas, with a maximum allotted time of five minutes exactly.”

“You have no heart, but deal.” H said.

“Eli. If I win, you have to ask your Assistant out. What do you want if I lose?”

What did I want in return? Huh, I knew what would serve the smartass right. “You take my nightmare of a daughter out and somehow try to make her human.”

“Holy crap. I’d better make sure I win.” He said laughing, then shook my hand.

Then we carried on drinking scotch and shooting the breeze until it was time to head off home.