Who's the Boss Now: Billionaire Romance

by Lexy Timms

  "I’m trying to figure this out." Alex got in her face, his jaw clenching as anger race over his handsome face.

  She poked her finger into his chest. "Then do it later this week. The problem isn't going anywhere, but these investors will. And use your brain. Showing her off here is just trying to hurt me."

  “I didn’t know you would take them to lunch here.” His jaw muscles twitched as he spoke.

  “Really?” She checked her watch. “I have to get back to my job.”

  "You're not riding back with Nick. It's not happening." He pushed her finger away from his chest. "You work for me, and you're on my time right now."

  She let out a hard laugh. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

  "Not at all. You're my PA. You're riding back with me. Give me ten minutes to get Annette a cab, and we'll leave." The tone of his voice and demeaning look in his eye caused her anger to roar to life as well.

  "A cab? Did you ride over here with her?" Her heart contracted in her chest.

  "Yes. It's nothing like what you think."

  "No? You're maybe having a kid with her, Alex. Why would it be anything like I would think? Your slutty PA likes to think about sex in a car. So typical of dim-witted bimbos." She tucked the card back in her purse. "I'll see you at the office. Don't tell me who I can or cannot ride with. I obviously have no say over you doing so."

  "I'm not kidding about you riding with Nick, Jamie. I'll not have it." He popped his hand on the bar, causing the bartender to glance up.

  "You okay, miss?" The rough-looking barkeep asked.

  "Yes. Thank you." She looked at Alex incredulously. "Are you seriously doing this right now?"

  "I am. I'm tired of letting people think they can run all over me." He closed his eyes and took a slow breath, as if trying to rein in his emotions.

  "Alex?" Annette had moved up behind him without either of them noticing. "And Janine, right?” She flashed a fake smile, purposely getting Jamie’s name wrong. “I’d say that it's nice to see you again, but I'm on a time table today. You're taking up a chunk of the best part of it, so would you move along? Help everyone out."

  "Excuse me?" Jamie stiffened not only at the sound of the other woman's voice, but at her callous words as well.

  "We're leaving. I'll see you later this week, Annette. Have the test and the doctor information with you, or fuck off. I'm not interested in anything else you have to offer." Alex’s tone was steady and left no room for discussion.

  Jamie tugged her purse back onto her shoulder as Annette mumbled something under her breath and turned to go. "I hate that bitch."

  "And I hate Nicholas. Let's go."

  "No. I'm not leaving Nicholas to ride back to the office without one of us. It's inappropriate, Alex. You go ride with him and I'll take your car back. You're being ridiculous about this." She gave him a warning look.

  "Am I? He's completely taken by you, and you don't seem too put off by him. He's too old for you, and yet he seems to be wheedling his way into your life."

  "I'm not doing this. You're upset about Annette and making everything else suffer because of it. Your notes are on your desk for this afternoon. I had Gina retype them for you." She reached out and pressed her hands to the lapel of his jacket. "I'll see you back at the office. Good luck today."

  "You work for me, Jamie. If you ride with him, I'll write you up. Three write-ups and you're gone."

  Did he just say that?

  He was grasping at straws, and had obviously lost his damn mind. She chuckled, not quite sure what else to do but play hardball with him. "Do what you need to do, but if you write me up... find a new PA. I'm not a child, and you're not my keeper. Everything I've done has been for the good of your company. Your words cut deep, but that was your intent. We. Are. On. A. Break. You’re just my boss; I’m just your PA who is doing everything she can for the company while the boss acts like a lunatic." She turned and walked to the door, smiling at Nicholas as he held the car door open for her.

  "Everything okay?"

  "As good as can be expected." She got in the car and let out a shaky breath.

  Alex was everything she wanted in a man, when he was acting like a man. Too bad right now he was being a spoiled ass.

  Chapter 17

  They didn't talk for the rest of the afternoon, which was probably a good thing. She didn't quit, but she was ready to if he thought to press the damn write-up thing. What a silly, asinine thing to try to pull on her. Just because he couldn't control the situation with Annette didn't mean he had to try to control everything else in his life to the smallest detail. He was beyond being ridiculous.

  The next day grew insanely intense as they worked together, communicating only when they had to. How they'd once again gone from mind-blowing sex to being stiff and angry with each other was beyond her. Alex needed to get the situation with Annette put behind them. It was messing up everything in his life. Some of the investors had even been talking quietly about him losing his edge. She wanted to pull him aside, but instead went on damage control.

  After finally wrapping things up, she let Gina work with him on the closing ceremony for the event. Her mom had called earlier that day, but she had to ignore her due to the lack of free time in her day.

  Not quite ready to go home, Jamie turned the car toward her mother's house and rolled the windows down. She felt a little better by the time she reached the house, and didn't think twice about knocking as she let herself in the front door. Why would she need to?

  A loud male grunt sounded from the couch in front of her, accompanied by a sharp cry from her mother.

  "Oh, shit," Jamie muttered and backed up toward the door.

  "Jamie?" Her father lifted his head from the couch, his eyes wide and chest bare.

  "Um. Sorry?" She rushed to the door and started to open it. Shit! Shit! Shit! That’s one image I’m never going to be able to sear from my brain!

  "It's alright. Just give us a few minutes," her mom called out.

  "I'm gonna be sick." She opened the door and walked to her car, pressing her hands to her forehead. She felt elation from knowing that her parents were actually talking... intimately, but walking in on it? She hadn't experienced that type of embarrassment since she was in junior high.

  Note to self. Knock next time. Every time.

  By the time she decided that it would be better to just get in her car and go home, the front door opened.

  Her mom smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I didn't know you were coming over."

  "I can totally come back. I..." What was there to say? Anything would sound weird and leave her more embarrassed than she was.

  "No. Come on in. Your father and I were trying to work through some of our differences, and things just went… you know." She shrugged and moved back. "I'm thinking it's for the better, though. Remembering how good we are together in bed was nice."

  "Mom. Really?" Jamie walked in and glanced around, half afraid of what she might find. "Don't ever tell Christine that I walked in on you guys. I'll never hear the end of it."

  Her father chuckled as he walked out of the kitchen. He pulled her into a tight hug.

  "I won't tell her, but you know your mother and she are like besties."

  "What?" her mom balked. "She gets me."

  "I get you too." Her father popped her mom's butt while still holding Jamie.

  "Okay. I'm leaving." Jamie pulled from him and lifted her eyebrow.

  "We're just thinking that maybe the grass isn't greener on the other side of the fence." Her dad moved to the couch and patted it. "Come sit beside me."

  "You guys want something to eat?" her mother called from the kitchen.

  "No, honey. Jamie?"

  "No. I'm sick to my stomach." Jamie leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm glad to see you and Mom together, but this can't just be about physical attraction, Dad. You guys border-line hate each other."

  "That's not true. We just have grown too comfortable with each other. So when I'm angry
or hurt, I take it out on her, whether it’s her fault or not. She does the same to me. It's okay to lean on someone and let them help you work through life's difficulties. It's not okay to attack them and make them suffer alongside you." He reached over and tucked a strand of Jamie's dark hair behind her ear. "That make sense?"

  "Yeah. I just wish I could figure out how to make it work in my own life." She leaned back, feeling comfortable about being around her father, but not so much her mom. They'd all promised each other that they would move toward a healthier relationship, and, for the most part, her mother was sticking to the promise. Maybe it was time to start trying more than waiting for something to just happen.

  Maybe the same was true in her relationship with Alex.

  "Still having trouble with that impossibly handsome boss of yours?" Her mom walked in and handed her a glass of tea.

  "Yeah. I'm totally in love with him, but all the stuff in his life has him either attacking me with words or passion. It's been anger and indecision as of late." She took a long drink of the tea, enjoying the rush of sugar that brushed over her tongue.

  "Then sit him down and be straightforward about what you want, Jamie." Her father took her free hand. "I didn’t like the guy at first, but now I sort of respect him. However, men are dense at times. Just lay it all out, and then if he isn't receptive, you can start to pull back or play games. I'm not sure if you're like your mother in this sense, but when I attack her, she doesn't look to calm me..."

  "Nope. I attack back just as hard. It's one of the things we're going to try to start working through." Her mom shrugged, looking more peaceful than Jamie could remember seeing in years.

  "I just feel the need to prove to him that I'm more than enough for him. That I'm all he needs, and if he gives me up..." Tears burned her eyes and lodged a frog in her throat.

  "It's okay, baby. You are more than enough for any man. He's damn lucky to have you in any capacity." Her father moved closer, wrapping his arm around her. "Maybe he's not the right guy for you."

  "No," her mother interrupted, "I think he's exactly the guy for her. He's ballsy and strong, loving and dominant, from what I gather. She just needs to fight for him. Whatever is going on in his personal life should include you. Go get up beside him, and don't worry about reminding him of anything. If he's worth your time, he already knows what kind of woman you are. Fight for him. If it's against another woman, hurt the bitch. If it's for his time, wiggle your way into his day. If it's for something else, figure it out. You're smart, Jamie. Don't let this get you down. If you want him, go get him, and don't take no for an answer."

  "Damn, that's hot." Her father pulled from her and moved toward her mom, wrapping the pretty older woman in a hug and growling.

  Jamie chuckled through her tears, got up, and walked toward the door. "Yeah, that's my cue to leave. I'll try to fight for him. I want him in my life more than anything else. I guess I'm just waiting for him to not want me anymore. Like Stephen did."

  "Stephen’s an idiot," her father turned and barked his response. "You're better than that. Your sister is, too, and you can tell her I said that."

  "Okay, Daddy. I love you guys. I'll see you soon." She walked out as her phone buzzed against her leg. She pulled it from her pocket and smiled.

  Mark.

  "Hey, you. How are you?" Jamie got in the car and buckled up while trying to balance the small contraption.

  "Good. Just met with my attorney." He let out a long sigh. "I think I'm ready for this next step, but it's so fucking scary, you know?"

  "I actually don't know, but I can imagine. My folks are going to try to work things out." She started the car and turned out onto the sleepy street she grew up on. "Is there anything worth trying to work out between you and Paula?"

  "No. I wish there was, but she's a completely different woman from the one I married. We're doing far more harm to each other than good nowadays."

  "Sounds like me and Alex." She let out a painful sigh.

  "Yeah, but there’s a lot left to fight for with the two of you. Life's coming in between you, nothing else. You need to kick it back and reclaim your man. He's too lost in the fear that he's going to lose his company or the reputation that he's built to see a solution to anything right now. He's somewhat defined by his success; you know?"

  "No, not really. Explain." She pulled onto the freeway and forced herself to relax. She was going to have a heart attack over the combination of worry and stress if she didn't start forcing it away.

  "With the situation he had with dad when he was a kid, he was never good enough. You know he was the rowdy one out of the two of us, always going against the grain and doing his own thing. My father hated that shit, and wanted conformity. With words, he beat Alex into believing that he wasn't the man he should be, though he was deep down inside. His success rebuilt the loss he suffered at my father's parenting style. It gave Alex a new identity, a new face; one he could be proud of. He's done incredible things, but now that it's being threatened, he's falling apart."

  "But it's not being threatened." Jamie took her exit and honked as a guy almost hit the side of her car.

  "No? You don't think him having an illegitimate kid with some chick isn't going to stir up talk and leave him looking less responsible than he wants?"

  "I guess it could, but why in the world would anyone have to know?"

  "You're being naive, which isn't at all like the girl I've come to know. Stop trying to dismantle my explanation, and think through whether your relationship with my brother is worth fighting for."

  "Of course it is. He's all I think about, Mark, but he's being an ass on multiple levels right now. If I keep bowing down and forgiving his actions, doesn't that just validate that I'm fine with him acting like that?"

  "No, it means that you love him. You're not validating anything. You have to explain to him, just like you do a child, that he can't treat you like he's been treating you, but that you're willing to forgive him. Have you told him that you love him?"

  "No." She pulled up the driveway and turned the car off, suddenly feeling so heavy.

  "Why not?"

  "I don't know. I'm scared." Tears burned her gaze again.

  "Well, if you love him, then he should know that. It's silly to hold that inside. You're already vulnerable because of the feeling. Share it, and I bet it changes things."

  "Maybe you're right."

  "I'm always right, silly girl," he laughed, and Jamie forced out a tight chuckle.

  "Thanks for the talk."

  "Any time. Go win my brother back. I want him with the best, and, for him, that will always be you."

  Chapter 18

  Jamie changed into a blue cotton dress and pulled her hair down, brushing through it a few times before slipping on a pair of pretty sandals and heading up to Alex's. She pulled the key out from under the potted plant on the deck, wondering if he would ever give her one of her own. Maybe having a key to his place was too much, too intimate for him.

  She turned the alarm off inside the house and went through the living room and kitchen, opening windows to let in the fresh air. It was far too gorgeous outside not to invite it in. She needed an ambiance of serenity around them for the discussion that was headed their way. She wasn't leaving without full resolution of everything facing them. He was too important to put it off and act as if it didn't matter.

  Murray, Alex’s chef, had made a meal that was in the fridge. Jamie checked the pantry and inside the refrigerator. She needed something to do. Murray’s food could be eaten tomorrow. She could make dinner now. Something simple, yet elegant. Jamie started a pot of rice and worked to sauté mushrooms and onions before slipping the chicken into the oven. She put some soft jazz music on her phone and danced around the kitchen, feeling better all of a sudden.

  The fact that her parents were going to try to work through things was a huge weight off her shoulders she didn't even realize she was carrying. The idea of them being apart was, funnily enough, a good thing,
but maybe that was just what she wanted to believe. After so many years of them being together and most of them being decently happy years, there was something there to save.

  The door closed in the front foyer, and she paused from cutting tomatoes for the salad. Her heart started to race as butterflies danced in her stomach. She needed to tread carefully. Their parting words were quite terse and hateful to one another.

  "Jamie?" His voice was deep, but somehow soft.

  "In the kitchen." She wiped her hands and set the towel down before walking toward the living room. She stopped in the doorway as he held up a bottle of wine and a bouquet of red roses.

  "Great minds think alike?"

  She laughed as tears blurred her vision. "I'm sorry. For everything."

  The plan was to let him apologize first, but seeing him standing there, with flowers in his hands, looking sexy in his slacks and button-down shirt with the look of a thousand apologies on his face broke her in two.

  "Me, too, baby." He moved toward her and wrapped his arms around her, his hands still full.

  Her fingers tugged at the roughness on his cheeks as she pulled him in for a long kiss. She breathed deeply and opened herself up, wanting him to penetrate her deeply with his warm tongue. She groaned at the taste of need she found on his tongue.

  The firm press of his body to hers was almost too good, and though breaking the kiss seemed a tragedy, she pulled back and smiled. "I'm tying you up and spanking you if you actually write me up at work." She moved back and took the flowers before walking into the kitchen and searching for a vase.

  "I wrote you up. Spank me?" He stopped behind her, set the wine down on the counter, and slid his arms over her hips. His large hands cupped her sex and he ground himself against her rear, whispering softly in her ear. "I'm an asshole, but I wanna be your asshole. Forgive me. Please. I got scared and, honestly, I'm still shaken."