by Darcy Kent
I should have come clean and just told Andrew about my past and my living situation, and asked him for help. That’s what I intend to do tomorrow morning. I know where he lives; hopefully he’ll be in and listen to me.
He has to listen.
I need help and I’m not afraid to admit it. Not anymore. Only a fool would continue living like this, because I have to carry the designer clothes with me every day. I saw one of the girls looking at them as if they were a prize jewel. I knew if I’d left them they would be gone.
I start to head up the stairs and take off my heels. The same thing I used to do every day when I worked in his office. It was only for two weeks, but it felt like heaven at the time. The idea of not having to spend all day walking on the streets or even here, listening to a baby crying or one of the girls talking about a job that they’re going to tonight.
I think that’s part of the reason that they don’t like me. It’s clear a couple of the girls work the streets. And the others maybe strip clubs. I don’t want to work that kind of life and I suppose to them, I’m a snob.
I’m not. I just don’t want to sell my body for money. I felt as if I did that with Andrew and I felt guilty about it, but this would be different. I would be asking him for help, not sexual favors.
As soon as I open the door, I can’t believe who’s sitting on my bed.
Eight floors, I’m tired, exhausted and his name has been on my mind all the way up the stairs, “Andrew!”
He glances up. “So. Remember what I said about asking for help.” His voice is soft, and it frightens me. It’s as if he’s hurting just by seeing me live like this.
I nod my head, my eyes as big as saucers.
“Well, it starts here and now. You’re not spending another night here.”
“Who let you in?” I ask in my defense.
He stands up and says, “Someone who wanted fifty dollars.”
I nod. “Figures; money talks in this place.”
I can't believe that Andrew's in my room. I want to run out of here and pretend I don't live here.
I’m embarrassed.
“Which is a lot more than you ever did, Olivia. Get what’s dear to you and I’ll wait outside. You’re not staying here again. Do you understand?”
I want to tell him that it’s been a whole week, that I haven’t heard anything from him. I want to say to him that he has no right to come here and tell me how to live. I want to tell him all the things that my stupid pride would come out and say, but a tear escapes my eye as I say the only thing that should be on the tip of my tongue, at the front of my head, “Thank you.”
He kisses me on the forehead as he passes me by and says, “Don’t thank me. Just get what you need.”
I do that without thinking twice. One of the girls looks at me and apart from my ID which is in my purse, I don’t need anything else. I throw one of the designer shirts to the right, to a girl that’s around the same age as me, and to the left I throw the dress. Neither of them say thank you. They wouldn’t because they’re just the way I used to be. They think that they don’t need anyone. But I just want to know that I’ve helped them, whether they like it or not. I’m going to a new life, I’ll work hard, but I won’t live like this anymore, because I don’t want to. I deserve more. I know I do.
Chapter Ten
Andrew
I
t feels good having Olivia by my side. I’m such an idiot for waiting so long to look for her. Seeing the way she lived, the people she shared a room with, my heart opened. So much more than it ever has before.
I’d never felt like this before.
Never have I wanted a woman so much.
We enter the limo, and Olivia grabs my hand. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me anymore. I was an idiot for taking so long to come after you. I’m sorry.”
“Why did you take so long?” She smiles and it captivates me.
I run a hand along my jaw. “Work. I’ve been having a hell of a week with Roberta.”
“Oh really? Why?” She’s cute how she angles her body to face me.
I squeeze her hand. “She’s spreading rumors about me. She’s also trying to steal my clients. Telling them awful things, and some have already considered leaving.”
“That’s horrible.” She glances out the window.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left,” I say in a still, small voice.
She turns toward me. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”
I lean into kiss her, our tongues tracing along each other. I’ve missed her.
“A thought occurred to me when you mentioned Roberta stealing clients,” she says.
“Really?”
“Well, last week there was an odd phone call. From a Mr. Peters,” she starts.
“Yes, I know Paul Peters.” My mind is intrigued.
Peters has always been a friend, but maybe Roberta got to him. I haven’t spoken to him since the party.
“Yes, well he said he had some very important files for you to look over. I forwarded them to your email.”
“Hm, I don’t remember.” The fact I never saw her email concerns me. Does Roberta have my email password? Did she find these files? Is that how she’s undercut me the past week?
“Mr. Peters said you would definitely find them interesting as they were about an ex. At the time I didn’t know what he meant. I just scribbled down the message and sent the files.”
“Why didn’t he send them to me himself?”
“He didn’t say. He was being very cryptic. But, I didn’t really think much of it at the time.”
I kiss her hand. “I spent many nights at Roberta’s place. She could have access to my email easily.”
She glances down to her lap. “Well, the files should still be in your assistant’s email. I never deleted it.”
“You’re a genius.”
I press the intercom and tell Roger to head to work instead.
I want to see these files. If Peters has dirty information on Roberta this could be the thing to ruin her.
We head inside my company building, and take the elevator all the way up to my office.
Joanne’s eyes widen when we step through the doors.
“Hi, I didn’t expect to see you back today.”
“We need a file off of your computer.”
I bring up the file, and am shocked by what I see.
Peters was able to find Roberta’s company holdings, and some very shady business deals she was involved in.
I copy the files to a flash drive and call my business partner.
One quick stop to his office, and then Olivia and I head back to my place.
“You’re exactly what I want,” I tell her later in the evening.
“This is like a dream come true for me.” Her eyes are bright, and her smile is wide.
“No it’s like a dream for me. I want you to move in with me.”
She gasps. “Really?”
“Yes. I want to spoil you in all the ways you’ve never known.”
She hugs me, and I her off her feet. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.”
I set her back down, and she smiles bigger than I’ve ever seen. It takes my breath away.
“Yes.”
Epilogue
Olivia
E
verything has changed in my life over the last three months. I managed to tell Andrew about the real reason I came to live in the city — to get away from my abusive dad. He wanted me to press charges and I wanted to get on with my life.
The life I have with him.
It was difficult at first, because we thought I would move in temporarily and then get my own place. It never worked out that way, because the more time we spend apart, the more we wanted to spend it together.
Today, I can only think of one thing. Getting down and dirty with my boss. It turns out that Joanne had a lot more wrong with her ankle and it wasn't healing at the rate that
the doctors had predicted it should do. Well, it was only one year, but the way she was acting, anyone would have thought that she was retiring so many years early.
“I’m coming,” I shout over the intercom, knowing we’re alone in the office. It’s been three months I’ve been his secretary and we’re officially an item. Now, I’m respected in the office, everyone invites me to lunch and no longer do I overhear them talking about him behind my back. No one can talk about how hot he is because he’s mine.
I walk in slowly and he growls, “Ms. Turner, are you ready to take notes?”
I slam the door shut and then I lift up my skirt. “I forgot to put on panties today. You’re going to have to punish me.”
He sighs. “It seems that you’ll need a good spanking.”
I purr. “Oh if you need to spank me, please be gentle.”
I’m bent over his desk and I moan as he starts to feel my butt cheeks. I know that he wants to take out his paddle and give it to me, the same way he does every Friday night. There’s something about office romances that makes it much more exciting when you not only have sex out of the office, but in the office too.
We love playing the boss and virgin at night. It makes our relationship that much more exciting, especially now his ex is out of the picture. He’s stress free. I sent her some photos of us in the office and when she found out that we were living together it sent her over the edge. Andrew didn’t know how to get rid of her. Luckily, he has a secretary who did!
Thank you for reading Billionaire Boss’s Virgin Secretary
Darcy Kent writes the sexy tales you’ll dream about at night. She lives in Texas with her two dogs and one cat.
Oh, and her husband.
She loves to read about sexy alphas, but she enjoys writing about them more.
Her next book A Seal Of Fate releases June 22nd.
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