The Billionaire's Assistant: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Sarah J. Brooks

  Down deep I secretly hoped I would never find out who he was. There was no way his desires for me were real. He had to have been consumed by a drug or maybe he was just crazy.

  I did seem to attract the crazy type of boyfriends; maybe it worked the same with one-night stands. Maybe I was just meant to be with crazy people for the rest of my life. But the hunk from the previous night didn’t seem all that crazy. In fact, he seemed very put together.

  The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the man seemed like an executive at a fancy downtown business or something.

  Perhaps he was just traveling through town and didn’t even plan to stay around for long. I figured I would never know. He was gone and I was here, getting ready to be tortured by law professors for the next several months.

  ***

  We sat and listened to the Dean tell us all about our next semester and how it would work. We diligently watched his presentation and pretended to take notes.

  There had to be some sort of law against taking erroneous notes, but none of us wanted to be the student who wasn’t taking notes. We listened and scribbled down information that we all knew would not be useful to us.

  Then he got to the assignments for our advisors. This was the part we were all excited about. Our internship advisor could help us get into good jobs or force us into something much less glamorous.

  Each year a couple new advisors came onboard and a few from the past stuck around. I wasn’t sure who was doing it this year, but I was sure that I would make it work out with whomever I got assigned to.

  It absolutely drove me crazy when people got their assigned supervisors and then tried to complain. That was a surefire way to look immature and unable to handle anything important.

  “You will interview with your advisor to make sure you both feel like it is a good match,” the Dean said as he handed out our preliminary assignments.

  I made my way down the hall toward room 302, Mr. King would be my advisor. Although I didn’t know him, I was sure the match would be fine. There was always something you could learn from a professional who was already in the field doing the job you wanted to do.

  I wasn’t sure which kind of lawyer I wanted to be yet. There really was a wide variety within the field. But because of my past, I leaned toward being a defense attorney. The thought of being able to help an innocent person avoid jail was very appealing to me.

  Markus went in before me to interview. He didn’t take more than five minutes.

  “He’s super nice. I think it’s going to be a great semester,” Markus said to me as he came out of the room.

  I stood up and readied myself to go in. I smoothed my long pencil skirt and checked to make sure my silk blouse was tucked in perfectly around my waist.

  When I walked into the room, I saw him. The hunk.

  The hunk from last night was Ryan King. He was an infamous lawyer who had successfully defended a celebrity football player. He was also assigned to be my advisor for my internship.

  I froze at the door.

  The utter shock of the situation overcame me.

  “Come in Ms. Roy.”

  I moved across his office to the two chairs sitting near his desk. My mind instantly flashed back to the two chairs that he and I had sat in at the club. His knees spreading my legs apart, his hands on my thighs and the feeling of electricity I felt when he touched me.

  “Um, Hi,” I said with an awkward smile.

  He didn’t smile back. Instead, he looked over my file in front of him for an unusually long period of time. He flipped from page to page, analyzing everything and then he glanced back up at me.

  “You’re only twenty-one?” He asked.

  “Um, yes, I took extra classes in undergrad and moved through quickly.”

  His lack of acknowledgment about our night had me full of worry. Why wasn’t he saying anything? I know it was him. Did he not realize who I was?

  My mind swirled with the situation. Should I try to ignore the fact that I knew who he was and he definitely knew who I was? It seemed ridiculous not to at least say something.

  “Why do you want to be a lawyer?”

  Seriously!

  Was he seriously going to continue to interview me like nothing had happened between us last night? I searched his eyes for a glimpse of recognition, but his face was blank. He didn’t show a single moment of recognition when he looked at me.

  “I’m Jennifer, from the club,” I said as I looked him in the eyes.

  That was my mistake. Instantly I knew it. Instantly I felt that I should have avoided his eye contact. My body reacted with a surge of desire. It remembered all the things Ryan had done to me the night before, and my body wanted them all done again right at that moment.

  He got up from his desk and walked around to the chair next to me.

  My mind raced as I hoped he would not pull the chair up close to me like he had in the club.

  “Why do you want to be a lawyer?” He asked again without acknowledging me at all.

  I decided to humor him and just answer the question.

  “My parents had their home foreclosed on when my Father had cancer. No lawyer would help them,” I paused and looked at him.

  “So,” he said roughly.

  “Well, I wanted to learn more about the law so I could help them. I went to the library and researched everything I could. I filed a motion to squash their foreclosure and all the amending paperwork. The bank canceled the foreclosure.”

  His eyes softened for just a moment. I couldn’t tell if he cared all that much for my reason for becoming a lawyer, or if he was just pondering the outfit I had on. He looked distant, more so than he had looked when we were in the club together.

  “How old were you?”

  “Sixteen.”

  He shook his head in agreement and then reached over and grabbed my file from his desk.

  “I think this will work out just fine,” He said as he wrote something in my file.

  But I was not so sure about this. There was no way I could work with an internship supervisor who I had fucked in the dark of a club only a few hours earlier. I would just have to find another supervisor.

  “I think I should find another supervisor,” I said as I started to stand up.

  He was quickly over to me and pulled me close to him. His body full of excitement for me.

  “No. You’ll stay working with me.”

  “I can’t,” I said as my breath built up with desire.

  “You are staying with me.”

  His eyes were filled with that intensity from the night before. He remembered me, this was certainly very clear.

  “This is really important to me. I can’t be distracted,” I offered, as my eyes met his.

  “I distract you?”

  “Fuck yeah,” I said without hesitation.

  Then in one swift motion he picked me up and put me on his desk. My skirt was too long and too tight to offer him any sort of access, so he pushed my legs to one side as he pulled me toward him.

  “You want me to fuck you right here?”

  I wasn’t sure if he was asking me, or telling me. But I did want him. Every fiber of my body wanted to feel him against me again.

  But I had to finish this year of law school. I had to actually learn something and as much as I’m sure he could teach me. It would be impossible for me to concentrate if I were always thinking about his hands on my body.

  “No,” I said with a smile.

  He ignored my answer and moved his lips to mine. His taste was familiar and I wanted to stay there in his arms for as long as he would have me. But I still did not think having him for a supervisor was a good idea. Now I just had to get the strength up to push him away.

  The strength never came to me.

  “So you don’t want me to fuck you right here on my desk?” He said as he moved the items from one side of his desk to the other with one swift motion.

  “I can’t. We can’t work together. I need to find a
new advisor.”

  I tried to keep eye contact with him and I tried to sound firm in my belief that I needed a new internship supervisor. But even I wasn’t sure I believed my words.

  “You’ll be mine. I’m going to supervise you. I am also going to fuck you again, very soon.”

  I gulped down a large amount of saliva and tried to figure out my next move.

  I pressed against his arms and slid down to the ground. Still pressed tightly up against the desk. His arms and body held me there with little chance that I could escape.

  My body begged me to just give in. Just fuck him again right here, it said to me. But I couldn’t. I wanted him too bad for this to work out. I needed to go find a new supervisor.

  Slowly I pushed him away. He stepped back and released me.

  I bent down to gather my briefcase and he was hastily right behind me. His hands grabbed my hips and I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my ass. I wanted to turn around and kiss him again. I wanted to just let go and feel his body enter mine again, but I couldn’t. My mind had to stay focused on school.

  “I need to go,” I said as my body sunk into his.

  It felt so good to be wrapped up in his arms. I wanted to be naked in bed and feeling his strong arms wrapped around me. Desperately I wanted that moment to continue on for hours and hours.

  He released all of me but one hand. He kept a hold of it for a moment.

  “Supervision starts tomorrow at nine o’clock, sharp,” he said as his eyes met mine.

  I wanted to refuse him. I needed to refuse him. It really didn’t matter if he was a good lawyer or not. He wanted to fuck me instead of teach me and I couldn’t accept that. My law degree and my future were too important to me to give in to the primal attraction I felt for this man.

  “Are you supervising Markus also?” I asked.

  “No, I just want you.”

  I frowned. It was too much. It was all too much.

  “Take Markus instead of me. He really wanted you.”

  “I’m not taking him.”

  The definitive nature of his voice was familiar to me already and I knew there was no arguing with him. He seemed like the type of guy who pretty consistently got what he wanted. In fact, he seemed like he got what he wanted all of the time.

  “Fine. I’ll try it out. But we have to be professional. No more sex.”

  I tried to be firm with my opinion. I really would like to learn from him, as a lawyer he was legendary. I needed him to just agree that we could move forward as professionals. No more sex, no more fucking in back rooms. I just needed an internship supervisor.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow at nine o’clock,” he said without answering my statement.

  He opened his office door and I left without looking back.

  Ryan

  She had no idea what was coming for her.

  The idea that I would give up fucking something so sweet was preposterous. She would be mine. Over and over I would have her.

  Sure I could pretend for a moment that I wanted to teach her all the secrets of being a successful lawyer. Sure I could play that game a little for her. It would put her mind at ease and make her relax.

  Only when she finally relaxed would I be able to totally make her mine.

  Oh, she would be mine too. Every inch of her would scream to have me. It was only a matter of time. In only a matter of days, that sweet ass would be begging me to stop. Begging me to let her sleep. Her cries of exhaustion would go unheard though.

  She didn’t know what she was getting into, but she was about to be owned by me. Every inch of her body devoured whenever I wanted it.

  She would love my supervision, for as long as she was willing to stay around.

  Once she finds out who I work for she won’t be able to handle it. The devious nature of my business affairs would surely send her running as far away from me as possible.

  KING’s Rules

  A Dark Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Sarah J. Brooks

  Copyright © 2015 by Sarah J. Brooks

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Facebook: Sarah J. Brooks

  Ryan

  My cock pulsed in anticipation of seeing her again. I wanted to feel myself inside of her wet hole. I knew I would have to behave myself for at least one day and my body was revolting against me already.

  As she walked into my office, I stayed behind my desk to hide the bulge of desire I had for her.

  Her long red hair was pulled back as she tried to make her vixen body look like a lawyer. It was cute how she tried so hard to hide her figure. Her hips and breasts weren’t meant to be hidden, they were meant to be on display. Or at least naked in my bed so I could enjoy every last curve of her body.

  Her breasts teased me as they pressed against the buttons of her blouse. My mind begged the buttons to just let go. Release her beautiful body from the confines of that shirt.

  I watched intently as her hips moved from side to side when she entered my room.

  Damn.

  I needed to fuck her again.

  My body needed to hear her moans as I thrust inside of her. It was going to be a really hard day trying to behave myself.

  But if I was ever going to convince her to work with me, I would have to behave. She would never agree to come to the prison if I wasn’t nice to her. She needed to see my nice side. She needed to feel like I could be trusted.

  What she didn’t need to know was that I was intending to use every part of her over the next three months. Before she could blink, I would have her naked in my bed and passing out from exhaustion.

  Her sweet little smile was not ready for what I was about to do to her.

  Jennifer

  I tossed and turned all night long. My mind raced with thoughts of Ryan. It was a bad idea to work with him, I knew this. But I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to be close to him. Even when he was an asshole, my body still longed to be near him.

  I only got a few hours of sleep before it was time to get up and get ready for my first day of supervision and classes.

  Only a couple days before I had been filled with confidence and excitement about this school year.

  Now…

  Now I was filled with uncertainty. I had fucked a stranger in a backroom of a club and then accepted him as my internship supervisor. This was nowhere close to how I thought law school was going to turn out.

  The power he had over my body was intense and I found myself longing to be in the same room with him as soon as possible. He was an asshole, yet there was something about the way he touched me. He tried to push me away, he tried to pretend that he didn’t care, but when his hands were gliding over my body, I could feel gentleness in his touch.

  “Jen! I’m so excited. I totally love my supervisor. She’s a former district attorney. Smart as hell and it’s going to be a great year.” Rose said as she came into the kitchen and sat down.

  I wanted to tell her about my supervisor too, but I knew how much she would flip out. Eventually, I would have to let her in on my secret. But not yet. She would totally freak out the second she knew Ryan was the same guy from the bar. I just didn’t have enough energy to deal with her yet.

  I didn’t even know if I was going to stay with him. Law school was hard enough without always worrying if your supervisor was going to try and have sex with you during your supervision time.

  What I needed was a smart female lawyer to work with like Rose. I would be able to concentrate and really learn the ins and outs of this work. Yes, I could have fun with Ryan for a semester; but was I going to actually learn anything? Probably not.

  He was likely going to want to spend all our supervision hours screwing on his desk.

  Which is a nice thought, but not practical for me
in getting a good job after I graduate. It was nice to be wanted so badly though. Guys my own age were always trying to play games; they didn’t want you to know they liked you. So instead, they would ignore you for weeks. It was a stupid game and I didn’t like playing it.

  As I drove to school, I could feel myself worrying about how this day would go. I had spent an extra long time in the shower and shaved everywhere; just in case I had sex with Ryan. Which was exactly why I couldn’t work with him, I couldn’t spend every morning worrying if I had shaved my legs. This was law school! I needed to be doing homework.

  I pulled into the parking lot and glanced at the reflection of myself in the car before heading inside. I had purposely worn an outfit that was the opposite of sexy. A white button up blouse and some gray trousers. There was no way Ryan would find this outfit sexy.

  I took a couple deep breaths and started to walk down the hallway toward Ryan’s office. It was five minutes to 9 o’clock and for any other supervisor I would have just knocked early. But I feared that Ryan would think I was eager, so I slid into the ladies room and waited for the five minutes to pass.

  I found myself looking in the mirror and fixing my hair, straightening each strand so it sat in just the right spot. Then I unbuttoned the top notch on my blouse, there was no need to look like a boy. I wasn’t showing anything with only one button undone.

  Finally, I dug through my purse and found my lip gloss. As I gently applied it to my lips, I reasoned that I wouldn’t want dry lips while in the room with Ryan. He would surely enjoy watching me lick my lips very much.

  Slowly, I took one small step in front of the other as I made my way to Ryan’s office.

  I stood outside of his office and took a couple deep breaths before knocking. I had to keep my composure today and not let his sexy eyes get me sucked into doing anything with him. This needed to be a professional relationship; there would be no more sex.

  I tried to convince myself that both I and Ryan would be able to behave ourselves, but it was disheartening that I couldn’t even make myself feel convinced of this. I didn’t trust myself alone in the room with Ryan. I didn’t trust the thoughts that were constantly running through my head. The thoughts of his chiseled body and soft lips, I didn’t trust myself to be anywhere near Ryan. Especially alone in his office for the next three months.