Her Boss' Package: A Billionaire and Virgin Romantic Comedy

by Ruby Steele

  The following Monday, I stand at Gabriel's office door and take a deep breath. Then another one. I think about Tiff's advice and instructions, trying to remember everything important.

  Be flirtatious, but not too obvious.

  Touch him, but don't linger.

  Make him chase you. Men love a chase, especially guys like Gabriel Carter.

  Today I wore a tight pencil skirt and blouse. It's conservative compared to most of Tiff's clothes, but for me, it's super revealing. I'm tempted to go put on a sweater because I feel like my breasts are about to pop out of this blouse if I so much as breathe wrong.

  "Don't be an idiot," I mutter. "Grab the bull by the horns. Be assertive. Don't be the shy wallflower like you always are."

  I'm about to knock when the door opens. I'm so surprised that my fist hangs in midair as I look up at Gabriel.

  He looks as delicious as ever: his collar unbuttoned, no suit jacket. He gives me a slow smile that heats me from my toes to the crown of my head.

  "Good, you're here." He ushers me inside and closes the door. When I hear the decisive click of the lock, I gulp.

  I don't know what I expected, but I expect that he'll kiss me right as I enter his office. But...he doesn't do that. He doesn't even touch me. He goes behind his desk and says, "Let's get started."

  What?

  We go through the morning like I'm just an intern and he's my mentor, and nothing more. I see him looking at me, giving me long glances, but then I think I'm imagining it.

  Did I misinterpret that kiss? How can I misinterpret a kiss? I'm in knots, confused and, yes, almost angry.

  I was so anxious this weekend, getting ready for this and sure I was going to mess it up, and then he acts like nothing's happened between us!

  And I want him to kiss me. I'm so horny that it's like my skin doesn't fit. I'm hot and bothered, and he got me this way. Now he's effectively cock-blocking what he started.

  So, yeah, now I'm kinda pissed.

  "Did you read over the articles I sent you?" he asks, making a note on his tablet.

  "No, I didn't." I'm deadpan.

  He looks up slowly. He doesn't react, except to raise an eyebrow. "Why not?"

  Because it wasn't important, because I couldn't stop thinking about you, because you drive me insane.

  "Because I didn't want to." I'm not even sure where this is coming from. I'm never like this. But I'm frustrated enough not to care.

  He gives me a small smile and rises from his chair. He then leans over me, like he had a week ago, and I can smell him. See the dark hair curling where his shirt is unbuttoned. I can't catch my breath.

  "Why are you so irritable today?" he asks in a murmur.

  I look away. It doesn't help. His gaze is heating me from the inside out. "I'm not," I say irritably.

  "Yes, you are." He turns my face back toward him. "What did I say about being assertive? Getting what you want?"

  I blink. He's so handsome—the line of jaw, the stubble on his cheeks, the slash of his dark eyebrows.

  I don't know where my courage comes from, but before I can rethink things, I kiss him.

  He doesn't respond at first. I flail. Have I screwed this all up? I pull away, about to apologize, but then he hauls me up and kisses me.

  I gasp as he captures my mouth, completely taking over.

  I can only melt. I cling to him as his mouth kisses me so hard that it's almost painful. He's like a pirate, taking and taking, and I love it. He sifts his fingers through my hair and I hear pings as pins fall from my hair.

  "That's more like it," he says, kissing my throat. "You have to take what you want in life, Kate."

  I nod. He sucks at the arch between my neck and shoulder, but he growls when he realizes my blouse is covering up so much skin.

  Before I can react, he sits on the edge of his desk and yanks me into his arms. Now he's level with my breasts, and it sends frissons of heat through me. I'm trembling, desperate for more.

  "I'm going to see these tits I've been dreaming about," he says decisively. "Do you know how many times I've stroked my cock, thinking of them? How many times I've come thinking about putting my mouth on these berry-red nipples?"

  I just shake my head as he begins to unbutton my blouse. One button undone, two...

  "Those photos were the hottest things I've ever seen. Every time I look at them, I get hard. I want to do dirty things to you, to your tits, to your body."

  Three buttons, four...

  "I want you to push your breasts around my cock, and I'll fuck you that way until I come. I want you to take me into your mouth until I cover your chest with my come."

  Five buttons, six...

  He rips open my blouse, revealing my bra. It's my one lacy bra, and I'm so grateful I decided to wear it. I'm so flushed and turned-on from Gabriel's dirty talk that when he cups one breast through the fabric, I moan.

  He smiles. "You can't be too loud," he says. "Otherwise somebody will hear us."

  I nod, but I have to bite my lip until I taste blood to keep from crying out. Reaching behind me, he unhooks my bra, and after he pushes my blouse down my arms, I toss the bra to the floor.

  I'm bare to the waist. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are hardened little peaks. He doesn't move to touch them at first. He gazes at them, and then he looks me in the face.

  His eyes are so dark, his mouth thin, that I don't know how I'm still standing.

  When he touches one breast, I'm panting. He brushes a thumb over one nipple.

  "Fuck, they're just as gorgeous in person. Even better. You're so soft." He licks my sternum. "I knew you would be.”

  He plays with one breast, and the contrast of his golden-brown skin with the paleness of my breasts is like nothing I could've imagined.

  But all thoughts flee my mind when he licks a nipple. He just circles it with his tongue, lightly laving, and then he blows a stream of cold air against it. I shiver.

  I'm not sure what to do with my hands, but I decide to run my fingers through his dark hair. He grunts in appreciation. I touch his hair, his neck, his ears.

  "You're so sweet," he mutters. That's when he sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. The feeling of his tongue and lips sucking the ultra-sensitive tip is enough to have me shaking like a leaf. He pinches the other nipple, and the combination?

  I'm about to come just from him touching my breasts. It's so crazy that I have to stop myself from laughing. Or maybe it's a sob. I can't tell anymore.

  He gives me a look underneath his eyelashes, like he knows how close I am just from this. I tug on his hair.

  He laughs softly.

  He suckles the other nipple and rolls the one he'd just had in his mouth between his fingers. I moan. I almost collapse, but he wraps an arm around me to keep me steady.

  When I dig my nails into his shoulders, he mutters something. In a flash, he stands and we switch places. I sit on the edge of the desk as Gabriel kneels in front of me and begins to push my skirt up.

  Oh my God, are we—? I tip my head back because I can't think. I can only feel his hot fingers inching my skirt up, touching my inner thighs—

  "Mr. Carter, there’s someone here to see you. I’m sorry to interrupt, but she’s insisting,” Greta says.

  I’m dazed. My blouse is open, my breasts are bare, and Gabriel’s hand is still on my thigh.

  “I’ll be right there,” he calls out. Turning back to me, he helps me up from the desk. “Get dressed.”

  I try, but my fingers won’t stop shaking. Gabriel has to help me, and he buttons up my blouse in record speed before yanking down my shirt. He picks up the pins that fell from my hair and hands them to me.

  I put my hair up in a messy bun, but the wry look he gives me tells me it won’t make a difference.

  “Gabriel, are you in there?” a female voice I don’t recognize calls through the door. “I need to speak with you.”

  Gabriel visibly stiffens. His e
xpression goes dark, and when he wrenches the door open, I can see the tension in his shoulders.

  “There you are,” the woman sing-songs. She glides in, even though she’s wearing stilettos that have to be at least five-inches tall. She gives me a glance and wrinkles her nose.

  “Really, Gabriel? The help?”

  “Kate, you can go.” He doesn’t look at me as he says it.

  Shame fills me, and when I see the woman drape herself around Gabriel, my heart sinks to my toes. And to my intense mortification, she kisses him—like a girlfriend would—before giving me a snide look over her shoulder.

  I run out of his office, tears brimming in my eyes as I realize what I’ve done.

  6

  Gabriel

  Fucking great. Diana shows up when I've got Kate right where I want her. And based on Kate's face, she assumed Diana and I were still together.

  Just fucking great.

  "What are you doing here?" I remove Diana's hands from my shoulders. She pouts, but I ignore it.

  Diana's beautiful: that's definitely not in question. She has long blond hair, big blue eyes, and breasts that any hetero guy would drool over. She also loves it rough in bed. Our sex life was great—I won't deny that. But she enjoyed my money more than she cared about me, and when she tried to screw me over when I refused to continue to pay for her extravagant lifestyle, she told me she would get her revenge.

  Except, now she's here, in my office, looking sultry and, if I had to guess, desperate. I would bet my last dollar her latest sugar daddy dumped her when he realized she was spending all of his money.

  Typical Diana.

  "Can't a girlfriend come to see her boyfriend at work?" She sits on my desk, her long legs on display. Before, that might've tempted me. Now? I only have one woman in my head.

  Kate.

  I push her out of my mind because if Diana senses a single weakness, she'll use it to her advantage.

  "You're not my girlfriend," I counter. "You haven't been ever since you said, and I quote, 'you'll regret the day you broke up with me, Gabriel Carter.'"

  That plump lower lip sticks out further. She strokes the back of my hand. "I was mad, I know. I said things I shouldn't have said. But can't we let bygones be bygones? Go back to where we left off?"

  Fucking Christ, I don't have time for this. "No thanks." I turn toward my computer monitor, effectively ignoring her.

  Diana hates to be ignored. I see her stiffen in the corner of my eye, and I can't stop myself from grinning. Diana's like a cat who will twine around your ankles, and then when you reach down to pet her, will bite your hand until it bleeds.

  I learned my lesson. I'm not interested in getting another chunk taken out of my hand, even if her tits are amazing.

  And anyway, I found another pair of tits that are even better, and on a woman who I know won't stab me in the back. Kate's the type of person who would go the extra mile for any of her friends. And lovers. My cock comes to attention just at that thought. Damn, I have it bad.

  "Fine, be that way." Diana hops down from my desk and stands in front of it. She leans toward me, giving me an ample view of her cleavage. "I want you back, Gabriel. That plain enough for you?"

  I sigh. "I already figured that out. The answer's still no."

  "Are you serious? You're going to tell me no?" She seems genuinely shocked. I'd be amused if I didn't have a million other things going on right now.

  "Greta will show you out. Sorry for your wasted trip."

  She gapes at me. Then, a slight blush crawls up her cheeks. "You're serious? You're serious. You're going to say no to the best fucking sex you've ever had? What did you tell me when we were together? 'Nobody else can compare?'"

  "That was before," I growl. "Before you tried to stab me in the back. Before you went ape-shit on me. I have enough drama in my life without you adding to it."

  She sneers, and it twists her manufactured beauty into something unrecognizable. "I see what's going on. You've found something new, something that'll keep you occupied for a little while, until you get bored. Am I right?"

  "What the fuck are you going on about?"

  "That little piece you had in here? Her? I never took you for a guy who liked virgins, but I guess there's a time for everything."

  My hackles rise. Diana can try to fuck with me however she wants, but Kate? If she touches a hair on Kate's head, I'll wring her neck.

  Slowly rising until I stand over her, I rumble, "You don't know what you're talking about. Kate is an intern who I'm mentoring. Don't start trouble if you don't want to make your life very, very difficult."

  She pales, and she grits her teeth. She knows I'm not one to be trifled with, but when Diana's in a temper, she'll do things she wouldn't otherwise do if she were thinking clearly.

  "Fine. You want to play this game? I get it. Game on." She pulls her purse over her shoulder. Her red lips tilt into a smirk. "You really think I won't tell everyone that you're fucking an intern, Gabriel Carter?"

  I clench my fists. I can't show her that she affects me, but it's damn hard. Diana knows how to twist the knife for her own advantage.

  "You know what, Diana? Go ahead. Tell the world." I approach her until I loom over her. She doesn't back down, but she does glance over her shoulder, looking for a way out. "Tell everyone, and I'll tell them what a psycho bitch you are. Do you think any of your sugar daddies will want you then? I doubt it."

  Her eyes widen. "You bastard. Fuck you."

  "I warned you what would happen if you fucked with me. Don't try anything, because you'll regret it."

  She whirls away and stomps out of my office, slamming the door behind her.

  I sink into my chair. Rubbing my temples, I think, this is going to get fucking messy.

  7

  Kate

  I'm a total mess when I get back to my cubicle. I'm shaking, and not with desire—it's with rage. He used me when he has a girlfriend!

  I'm so angry that I'm seeing red. I feel like the biggest idiot in the history of the universe. Why would a guy as handsome and rich as Gabriel Carter want with some boring virgin like me? Clearly I was just an easy distraction. He never intended to make this real.

  Tears clog my throat. I feel like I'm going to puke. After letting Jenny know that I need to go home sick, I take off.

  When I arrive back at the apartment, Tiff is there, having finished her classes already.

  "Hey, you're home early," she says from the kitchen.

  I don't reply. Collapsing onto the couch, I bury my face in a pillow and try very hard not to cry. Except the tears are coming, and I can't hold them back.

  "What's up? Oh geez, what happened?" Tiff sits down beside me and touches my back. "Did something happen with Gabriel? Hey, Kate, talk to me."

  I roll over and look up at her. "He. Has. A. Girlfriend!"

  I burst into tears.

  Tiff consoles me, rubbing my shoulder and bringing me tea to drink. She asks for all of the details, and I give them to her in fits and starts, the tears seemingly never-ending.

  "How do you know she's his girlfriend?" Tiff asks for what feels like the thousandth time. "She could just be some random woman."

  "That kisses and hugs a guy like Gabriel Carter? Come on."

  "Well, you never know." Tiff sighs. "But you're probably right. He is a playboy."

  I almost slosh the hot tea onto my thigh. "Why did you encourage me to sleep with him, then?"

  "Because playboys know how to make a woman feel good, which is what you need. But not if he's already taken. You don't want to be the other woman." She winces. "I'm sorry, babe. Do you want to get some takeout tonight? Watch some chick flicks?"

  I'm not sure if anything will make me feel better at this point, but if I can get my mind off of Gabriel for even a second, I'll try it.

  Beth arrives a few hours later, and thankfully, Tiff fills her in so I don't have to. I'm on the couch in my PJs, holding a pillow and watching every stupid romance film on Netflix. Excep
t that the romances make me think of Gabriel, and how he kissed me and touched me, and how it felt to have his mouth on my breasts and how dark his eyes were when he looked at me—

  "Hey, now, none of that," Tiff says as she bounces on the couch beside me. "I know you're sad, but no man is worth more than one cry. Remember that."

  Beth sits down across from us. I expect her to tell me that she was right, but she doesn't. She just asks, "What are you going to do?"

  I sit up. "I don't know. How can I go back to my internship after this has happened? I'm going to have to quit. For real this time." I punch the pillow I'm holding. "I'm such an idiot!"

  "It could've happened to anyone." Tiff gives Beth a look. "Right?"

  "Sure. And it's not like you knew he had a girlfriend," Beth says.

  I just groan again.

  I can't sleep that night. My dreams are filled with Gabriel. Tossing and turning, I wish I could resist the lure of him, even in my dreams, but it's impossible.

  "You're so beautiful," Dream Gabriel breathes into my ear. His breath is hot, and his hands cup my naked breasts. I'm completely nude. He still wears his suit, though, which only sets me further ablaze.

  He licks the shell of my ear as he pinches one nipple, so hard that I feel it straight in my pussy. I want to beg him to touch me lower, where I ache, but my voice seems to have disappeared. I can only shiver when he kisses and licks each breast, feasting on my nipples like a starving man.

  Then he kneels in front of me. His head is right below my breasts now, and he licks down my belly. Swirling the tip into my belly button, I feel myself growing wetter. Hotter. My skin prickles. I'm panting.

  "I need you," I say finally.

  "Where do you need me, Kate?"

  I don't know. I can't say the words. How can I? But he doesn't move. He just gazes up at me, waiting.

  "I need you inside me. Please."

  He nips at my lower belly, trails his fingers down toward the thatch of dark curls. "Here, you mean?" He cups me.

  "Yes, there—"