I went for coffee after that, needing to loosen my muscles and perk up. My floor was quiet, with business being conducted with clients behind closed doors, as opposed to teams working out in the open. I thought back to the days when I was down there, just watching and learning, when this was Kenneth’s job. It was exciting and hands on, but I was excellent at what I did for the company. I was in the right place and earning a lot of money.
I made coffee in the machine and stirred in just a bit of cream and sugar. I wasn’t much into coffee, at least not when I wasn’t thinking too hard about something. My rigorous schedule of early mornings and exercise made me sleep well once I was in bed, though, lately, I’d been thinking about Elisa.
I walked back to my office and stepped inside, loosening my tie after I set the cup down on the desk. There was a tap at the door, and I called out for the person to come in, having left it cracked.
Elisa stepped inside, dressed in a flowered pencil skirt that clung to her curves and a button up gray blouse that grabbed one of the colors. She looked beautiful as she tossed her hair back and bit her lip, making me hard all over again. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
That word sent all of the blood rushing to my groin, as I sank down into my chair to hide what she was doing to me.
Part 3
A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
Elisa
I was so nervous as I walked towards Damon’s door. My hands were shaking, and I could feel the sweat pooling in my hair as I mentally tried to pull myself together. I didn’t know what he needed—just that Brent asked me to stop by his office on a break.
What could it be? Was I going to be let go? I couldn’t be. As hard as it was to be close to him, I needed this job for a secure future for my family. I hadn’t done anything too wrong, apart from trying to distance myself, like he seemed to want me to do…like it seemed was best. What was I doing here?
I noticed that the door was cracked when I approached it, and I took a long, deep breath before knocking. Here goes nothing. He told me to enter, and I pushed the door gently and stepped inside.
This room was huge and featured a large cherry wood desk and a wall of windows. The view looked to be incredible, but I was distracted by the man walking across the hardwood floor to the desk. Damon was dressed in his daily black slacks, but missing the suit jacket. He tie hung around his neck, and I couldn’t help but stare at him.. I watched as his eyes widened before he dropped into his seat and took a deep breath.
I nervously shuffled for a moment and cleared my throat. “You wanted to see me, sir?” The order of things was confusing to me, as my head swam and I tried to focus.
“Yes, I did. Please, have a seat,”
Damn.
The desk was neat, apart from a few papers spread out and I suspected that he liked order in his life. The whole office was that way, and I took a slow look around as I sat down and licked my lips. I noticed that he was quiet and looked back at him to see what he was doing.
Damon was staring at me, and I tossed my hair nervously as his eyes narrowed. If he was going to let me go, he needed to just do it. He needed to get it over with and let me leave as I cried, not knowing that to do. I knew that was dramatic, but it felt real to me in that moment. “Sir, if you could just…” I let my voice drift off as he blinked at me and I blushed. “I’m sorry. Take your time.”
“Damon. It’s Damon. Don’t call me sir,” he muttered, as he tensed behind the desk. “I called you up here after a conversation I had with your manager, Brent. I spoke to all of the managers, as I regularly do, to check progress.” I felt my heart drop. Brent didn’t appreciate my hard work, and I was going to be let go. I tried to figure out what I had done as I stared at the wall past Damon. “I like to see how the interns are coming along, and Brent had nothing to say but affirmatory things about you, Miss Moore.”
I was shocked at his sentence but focused on the use of my name. “It’s Elisa,” I reminded him, as he stared at me. “That’s good to hear. Thank you.” I waited, more curious than before.
“I am a stubborn man and don’t ask for help enough. If I do, the person has to be the best, and it’s come to a place in this company where I need a little assistance. I am meeting with more clients than ever, famous and high-paying clients who need my full attention, as Elkus Manfredi continues to grow. It is because of this that I asked about the interns who were most recently hired, Elisa.” He made my name sound painful to say as he spoke. “I did not have in mind a full-time assistant, but just someone on a semi-daily basis to help out with appointments, phone calls, and emails. I need help with the tasks that take up the time that I could be using to promote the company. That is where you come in.”
I looked at him, not understanding what he was getting at.
“I would like you to assist me, Elisa. I like what I’ve seen, and I trust Brent implicitly in his review of your work.”
“What about the team?” I asked worriedly, as he took a breath and leaned back with a tired smile.
“You’ll be working primarily with them. I’ll need you for a little time during the week, but I understand what your internship entails. I know that you want to be part of a team later in your career, and I’d never interpose with that. I just need a little help, and I think you’re right for the role.”
“I’m flattered,” I said, though shocked was more the word I would use. This had never been a thought in my mind, and I blinked as I watched him trace his tie with his hand, lost in the movement.
“There are perks to the job. I am going to be logging the hours that you work for me and pay you the going rate for an assistant, since it is a separate entity from the internship. You’ll also be receiving an iPad that you can take home with you at night, a new cellular phone so that I can contact you, and access to this office and the programs that you’ll be using both on your iPad as well as my computer. I trust that you can keep company business to yourself, seeing as you’ll be getting a much deeper look at things, though I’ll have something for you to sign, if you accept my offer.”
A paid job? I knew that it wasn’t full-time, but it was something to put away, to help my mom. It was too much to think about, and I opened my mouth before closing it again. I wondered how I could work with him, given that my underwear was already dampening, just from sitting here. I needed to move past what happened with us, and this might not be a great idea, particularly since he had said that he wanted distance from me at some point. This was a great opportunity, as well as a chance to stay on with the company. “Wow, that’s a lot to think about. I…I think I’d like to do that. I’ll take you up on your offer.”
He seemed to be surprised, but soon nodded and reached for the papers on his desk. “These are for you to fill out. I had my lawyer look them over, and they’ll cover all of the bases.”
I scooted forward and took the pen that he offered as I moistened my lips and started with the first document. It was standard, apart from the document that he’d spoken about. I was asked to stick to a strict confidentiality rule and tell nobody what I saw and learned in here. “That includes the other interns whom you might consort with outside of the office.” His words were cold, and I looked up to see him staring at me with a burning gaze as I blushed.
“Of course,” I murmured as I remembered seeing him on the street that night. Not only was I his intern now, but I was also his assistant. “I’d never consider telling anyone anything.” The papers clearly stated that any example sharing information could be followed up with legal action, if the consequences were severe enough, and I couldn’t have understood the message any clearer.
I went back to the usual paperwork, surprised to see that he’d be paying me twenty-five dollars an hour as a part-time employee. That would add up, even if the hours were on the lower end of being part-time. I signed the last page, and he asked me to come around the desk, so he could show me a bit of what I would be doing.
We went over the programs, and I jotted down the passw
ords in a private note app on the phone that was charged and ready for me. I would see his emails and appointments and have control over them, something which scared me. I assumed that anything that was not company information would be located elsewhere, since Damon was clearly an intelligent man.
He was close to me as he pointed out things I would need to know, and I smelled the spicy scent of his cologne as I fought the shivers that were threatening to take me over with every word and brush of his skin. Damon was all man and complete sin wrapped in one. I jotted everything down and read back through it, trying to avoid looking like a fool on my first day. He seemed to have faith in me, so I could have confidence in myself as well.
Damon explained the devices that I’d be using for him, shocking me when he said that I could use them for personal use, as long as it wasn’t illegal or a threat to myself or the company. He insinuated that he could look into that at any point, but I wasn’t sure just what he meant. I wasn’t smart enough to be some type of hacker, and I didn’t look up much on the internet either.
I remembered the stories I’d read that one night, earlier this month, as well as a few others I’d read when I’d had some alone time. I had my phone for that, but was that what he meant? People openly read Fifty Shades of Grey, so was something online and unedited considered wrong? I decided that it didn’t matter, since I had my own phone and the fancy new one was for work purposes.
Damon directed me to a document that indicated what meetings needed to be set up, as well as appointments. “Why don’t we start with these? If they give you a hassle, remind them what company you’re representing. If that doesn’t work, use my name. They should be very compliant after that.”
“Yes, sir…Damon. I will.” I looked at him. “Want me to do that in here, while you’re working, or will it bother you?”
“Feel free to stay in here. There’s a small table over there if you’d like to use it.” Hell, yes I would. It was about ten feet away from Damon, and, after all of our closeness, the distance would be appreciated. I felt my attraction to him in every part of my body, and I asked him if he’d like coffee. I was dragging and already exhausted. “I’ll go with you. Those cups can be hot,” he said, as he stood and put his body on full display just to torture me.
We walked to the break room quietly, and I felt the stares of the few employees who saw us. What kind of rumors would there be about me now? I wanted a job based on my effort, not how I worked with the boss. I didn’t want to be the company slut, and the thought plagued me as I fixed my cup and added the proper sugar and cream to it. “What’s troubling you?” Damon asked, as he closed his door with a distinct click.
“I don’t want to be talked about. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m getting special treatment from you,” I voiced my concerns, as he looked at me and nodded slowly.
“I try and repress that kind of activity around the building, Elisa. I will remind of and enforce that rule with all of my managers, as well as the rest of my staff, but there is always a little chatter in a company this size. Try not to let it get to you, since you know yourself better than anybody else,” Damon suggested, as I stared at him. I was always the wallflower and didn’t attract attention, apart from school, so this was new to me. “I’ve heard it all, and I’m sure some of the rumors have spread your way, but I assure you that they aren’t true.”
I left that evening uncertain of anything but willing to try and work with the new arrangement. Devin sent me a text asking me to have coffee, but I begged off with the excuse of studying late that night.
Damon
I knew that Elisa could handle the position, though she seemed nervous at points during the day. She was a skittish girl and seemed concerned with what people thought of her, something that was confirmed after we went for coffee. It angered me that a woman as smart as Elisa would let that bother her, and I had meant what I had said about handling the situation. I wanted her comfortable and, oddly enough, happy. That didn’t generally concern me.
I wondered about that as I played back the day through my mind. She was scared and beautiful, with her full eyes and occasional inability to speak. I wondered how innocent Elisa truly was, as Mark stopped by a deli for my dinner. I was in the mood to be alone and dismissed my chef for the night, too wrapped up in my own thoughts for a big meal.
I entered my apartment and sat at my table to eat as I remembered the scent that Elisa wore today. She preferred sweeter scents of floral and fruit that made me want to nibble at her skin before I reached her thighs and tasted her thick honey. I was used to women who wore the expensive perfumes that turned my stomach, but seemed to impress others, though I was confused as to whom. They were always too heavy, and Elisa smelled more natural to me.
Her hair smelled like coconut and vanilla, and I longed to touch her soft curls. I wanted to pull them hard as I played with her and made her come hard, seeing a new side of her. What would she look like? The idea tormented me as I showered and rested in my room before looking over the reservations I’d given her to make today. Elisa had done well and deserved a reward, even though I had already started logging her time with me.
I chose her number from my sleek phone and paused for a moment as I checked the time.
Damon: I’d like you to keep Friday night at six free, Elisa. Let’s celebrate your new job.
I sent that to her business phone, knowing that it wasn’t my style at all. I had a reservation for one of the best seafood places in town and had made it with the idea of taking her out. This seemed like it was moving fast on some level, though it was moving slower, physically, than I was accustomed to. It was altogether different.
Elisa: Damon?
Damon: Yes, it is Damon. Will you join me for dinner?
Elisa: I have plans, and was under the impression that you wanted to quell any chance of rumors.
I wondered if they were with that maddening intern, and I thought over my answer before I sent back some shitty comment to her. I had to be careful now, given the choice I’d made to hire her.
Damon: Cancel them, if at all possible. I don’t have a lot of free time, and this is supposed to be one of the best seafood places in the city, if you like that kind of food. It recently opened. Don’t worry about any rumors. The building empties early on Friday.
Elisa: I’ll see what I can do. Thank you for the invitation.
I set my phone down and considered her answer as I watched the moon shining against my wall. I knew that she felt something for me. I also sensed that there was a deep sense of responsibility in her that would drive her to do the right thing, for whatever reason. I needed to see her out of the office, over a glass of wine. I needed to figure Elisa out, if only to find a reason to stop this obsession from growing.
I was up early to run through the chilly streets, liking the temperature drops as I moved steadily through the lessening crowds. The only thing that stopped me were blizzard conditions, and I reminded myself to further consider a gym and make a choice with that.
I did my usual route, taking the long way home, where I did a few exercises to replace my usual gym time before I showered. I felt inclined to jerk off in there, with all of the thoughts of Elisa in my head, and I came to the image of her on her knees before me, baring her ass, speckled from my hand. It wasn’t enough, and I told myself to get through the day and see what else I needed later.
I dressed in a black suit and a light blue shirt, with a darker blue tie. I slipped my shoes on and met Mark at the corner, sipping my coffee and checking my texts before my emails. Nothing from Elisa so far, but it was a bit later in the evening when I asked her to dinner. We had an understanding where I’d contact her if I needed anything early in the day, keeping in mind her other obligations and sticking to her schedule of afternoons on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, at this time. I wasn’t going to fuck up my company or her internship, even though I knew that I’d happily have her in my sights all day long. I had to be sensible about this.
I arri
ved and went to my floor, giving a cold look to anyone who I felt looked at me with anything but fearful respect. I did greet them, but it was with a warning in my voice, before I disappeared behind my office door. I prepared for some upcoming meetings, getting together facts and figures to impress my possible clients and bring in more money. I knew that I didn’t need it personally, but it was good for the company, something that I took pride in.
I had my phone on for notifications, as always, and sitting on my desk while I typed and saved documents. I couldn’t help but wonder what Elisa was thinking about Friday, and, since this was Tuesday, there was a chance that I wouldn’t see her. I got up to make some coffee, cursing my growing need for the drink that I’d disliked for so long. It was a break and a chance to walk around to loosen my muscles, as well as one to see what was happening on my floor.
It seemed calm today, and barely anyone made eye contact with me, not even the newer receptionist who had been blatantly flirting with me before this. She was an attractive woman, but lacked anything else that I wanted or needed, and I was glad that my actions this morning cooled her off.
I went back to the office and checked the company accounts, pleased with where we were. There were the usual positive write-ups in the business papers and websites, and the earnings were impressive. Kenneth would be proud of me, and I smiled at the idea.
He was a good father figure to me, after losing my own dad too young. I wasn’t the spoiled brat that never wanted my mom to date or marry again, holding onto the memories of my family. I cherished them, but I wanted her happy, since she was just in her early thirties at the time of his death and still quite beautiful. She deserved a second chance at love and life, and I never stood in her way.
Now, she was traveling to some of the finest places in the world while I had control of one of the best companies in the world, one that was growing by the moment. I was guaranteed to be rich enough to live my entire life well, doing whatever I wanted.
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