The Billionaire's Brother: BBW Billionaire Boss Erotic Romance (Vivian's Desire)

“You’ve gotten through a good bit, I’m impressed,” his voice was coming in closer now. She continued writing on the file.

“Oh, gee, thanks. You left me quite a lot of work-“ her agitated reply caught in

her throat as she picked up her head to look at him. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “What are you doing?!”

He was naked with just a towel around his waist. Part of her mind wished that he would casually drop the fluffy white towel, but she reeled her desire in and tried to avert her eyes from his well-muscled torso.

“Mark my words. I will sue you for sexual harassment,” she warned sternly and gripped her pen tighter in her hand. He cocked an eyebrow and leaned against the couch several feet from where she sat. His towel opened to show one beautiful muscled thigh. She felt sweat spring up on her neck.

“You’ve never seen a naked man before?” His voice was teasing. “I could show you if you’re curious.”

“I could get a lot of money in a lawsuit,” she replied, trying to steady her shaking voice, but it ended up sounding nearly lustful. His towel moved a bit further open and her eyes fell on his groin.

‘Drop the towel!’ She cursed whatever neurons were firing lustfully away. ‘Oh, for the love of god, please. Drop. The. Damn. Towel.’

He seemed perfectly calm as he looked out the expansive windows. “Beautiful day,” he remarked calmly, as if he was not about to flash every sweet inch of his body. She could feel the hunger radiating from her own eyes. She saw the faintest hint of a smirk appear across his face. His dark hair looked even better wet, sending teasing droplets of water down his neck.

‘We could definitely lick that off for him,’ her mind reminded her. She heaved a sigh and pressed two fingers against her temple.

“Ben, please cover yourself or I will scream.”

He turned to her with a suddenly wicked look. “I’d like to hear you scream, Vivian.”

She felt her cheeks on fire in an instant and he chuckled darkly. She tucked her chin down and pointed to the bathroom. “Put clothes on, please. This is the last time I will ask you.”

Just then a knock sounded on the door. Oh, shit. Her heart dropped as her new boss casually called out, “Door’s open!”

A delivery boy trotted in, eyes focused down on a yellow sheet of paper. “I’ve got a delivery for a Miss Vivian?” He brought his eyes upward finally and nearly dropped the bag at seeing Ben. “Oh, um, I’m sorry.”

She buried her face in her hands while Ben casually strode over and picked up the parcel from his hands. “You can put it on my tab with a twenty dollar tip if you keep quiet about this,” she heard him say too cheerfully. The delivery boy mumbled something affirmative in reply before nearly sprinting out of the room and shutting the door quickly behind him.

“Your food,” he said as he leaned on the desk in front of her, setting the bag down between them. She could smell his scent, that same musky, alluring fragrance, and it invaded her mind. Dirty thoughts started rushing through her mind. Thoughts of what they could do to each other on this desk, in the bathroom, against the walls, in front of the windows…

She sighed. “You are a very trying person, Ben.”

“Oh, yeah, so I’ve heard,” he mused and peeked in the brown paper bag. “Can I steal your chips? I’m starved.”

“Eat it. I’m not even hungry anymore,” she muttered and turned away from him. He scoffed.

“Liar. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Excuse me?” she snapped back to glare at him as he innocently popped a chip into his mouth.

“Vivian, I’m extremely good at reading people. Especially women.”

“So I’ve heard,” she replied in a hostile tone. His mouth distorted into a small scowl. She grinned at her new advantage. “Alex told me you got into a bit of trouble with royalty. That’s the only reason I’m baby-sitting you.”

He turned away with a pained look and let the bag of chips fall to his side. She sat up straighter and felt a sting of regret course through her chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, but he merely raised a hand to wave her off.

“It’s true, though. I’m a screw-up.”

Oh, what had she done? She bit her lip. So, he was a sensitive cheeky bastard.

‘But, one with feelings,’ her mind sternly reminded her and then quickly added, ‘And abs. Really great abs.’

“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, Ben,” she said softly, looking down at her hands in shame.