by Claire Angel
BILLIONAIRE’S INTERN
A BILLIONAIRE OFFICE ROMANCE
BY
CLAIRE ANGEL
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Copyright © 2019 by Claire Angel
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
BILLIONAIRE’S INTERN: A BILLIONAIRE OFFICE ROMANCE ROMANCE
Table of Contents
BILLIONAIRE’S INTREN: A BILLIONAIRE OFFICE ROMANCE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BILLIONAIRE’S INTREN: A BILLIONAIRE OFFICE ROMANCE
BLURB:
I never imagined that I would be this girl, drooling over my boss. But I was. I wanted that devilishly-hot man standing at the podium hiding his ripped body underneath his suit…
It shouldn’t have been hard to follow.
It was all so simple, my rules…until I met Richard Grant in person.
I didn’t need an award, but an internship with Richard Grant.
He was magic. His amazing brown eyes pierced my soul with each stare.
He was just as I’d fantasized. Virile, charming, with a streak of naughty.
And worst part he knew exactly what I need.
His hands were seemingly everywhere and he pressed his chiseled body against me.
His aroma took over my senses and I gave into the attraction.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was trapped by the way he looked at me every time.
Whole world knew his reputation. And just like a love-struck teenager I ignored this all like I never knew anything.
He was a well-known notorious womanizer.
I wanted him so bad until I had gotten with him under false pretense and I wasn’t the only one…
I didn’t want to feel like a fool, but that was exactly what was happening.
I felt like I had been played and now I was the idiot that everyone felt sorry for…
***
Chapter 1
Sarah
I was excited more than I should have been. My roommate Donna rolled her eyes at me, when I told her where I was going to spend the day.
“I don’t know why you would want to go hear some stuffy old alums talk. Who cares what they have to say? The market is different now and there isn’t a lot of money from old families around here. Statfords University isn’t the rich haven that it used to be.”
I waved her off. It was always class war for Donna, and it went with her social science degree. She worried about everyone being the underdog, except the elite. Her comments were for Richard Grant. He was the kind of guy that most people in Donna’s circles, would see as the rich elite. But I didn’t see it that way. Sure, he came from a good family, but that didn’t mean what he’d done with his company’s business since he was twenty-three, was any less remarkable.
Knowing it was useless to get into an argument with her, I decided to just let it go. I knew that it was the best thing to do, considering.
“I don’t know about all of that Donna, but I do want to hear the speeches. There is an awards ceremony later. I was going to ask you to go, but I knew better. I am just mentioning it, so that if you want to have some fun, the place is yours.”
Her mood instantly changed. Her new boyfriend Alvin was always working, and he lived with four other roommates. Alone time was near impossible to come by. I was hoping that if she finally got a chance to get laid, she wouldn’t be so sour when I declined the latest march that she had scheduled on the calendar. She hadn’t asked me yet, but I saw it at the end of the month, glaring at me. I didn’t want to go.
“That would be great. I think that Alvin gets off early tonight. Imagine, I would actually be able to see him before dark!”
She was gushing and I was hopeful that my plan would work. She needed a dose of happiness, because she had been a bear to live with lately. Her mind was off the injustice of the college and on to what she was going to wear for their date. It was certainly a better topic for me.
I skirted out a little while later. I didn’t want to miss Richard Grant’s speech. It was supposed to be uplifting to help us get through the rest of the year. This was my last year at Statfords University and I could already see the finish line. Now I was worried about what I was going to do when I left college. I knew that Grant Holding always gave out a few awards each year, as well as internships. I didn’t need an award, but an internship with Richard Grant, would almost guarantee a bright future. That was the leg-up that I needed.
I’d heard many of his speeches, many uploaded to the internet. I was trying to find an angle for my resume when it came time to try to intern there. I didn’t believe that I would actually win one of the ten spots given out tonight. I had hope of course, but I also needed a back-up plan. Every speech told me a little bit more about him and I was going to do my best to get a spot one way or another.
Messing with Donna’s wardrobe, made me a little late and I absolutely hated the feeling of walking in and everyone having their eyes on me. It was an outdoor affair, very relaxed and public, but I had walked in at the wrong time. I ignored the looks shot my way for my rudeness, but I couldn’t help but hear the words of the man I had come to see.
“Punctuality has been one of the cornerstone skills in my business. You have to make the people you work with believe that no one can possibly care about it, more than you do. It’s hard to convey that message, to get the faith that you need to earn from them, if you walk in late. It wastes their time and it never bodes well for the rest of the relationship.”
I looked up after
I was seated and sure enough, Richard was staring right at me. I wanted to melt into the chair and disappear. It was only a moment of eye contact, but maybe there was a hint of disappointment. I think that was a far worse feeling than anything else.
Hiding my eyes for the rest of the speech, I hoped that after a little time, everyone else forgot about my tardiness. It wasn’t like me, but I knew that it happened once in a while. Before long, I was wrapped up in the man’s words.
Richard Grant had dark brown hair that tumbled sexily across his forehead. A strong defined face almost as if he was sculpted by the Greek Gods. With amazing brown eyes that pierced my soul with each stare. His eyes held passion and a distant look with a hint of gentleness. I was in complete awe with the man standing on the stage. You can tell by his strong neck and broad shoulders that he had a ripped body underneath his suit. And his plumped kissable lips made it hard to resist to blurt out the word “HOT…”.
He was older, but I liked to think of it as distinguished. His face was always so confident, and his suit was always perfectly tailored and fit him in all the right places. He was at least a foot taller than me. I had stood beside him a couple of times in earlier functions. He really was larger than life and it was hard not to feel dwarfed by him.
But it was the smile and the quick wit that had always drawn me in. I heard him speak in one of my business classes my first year and I think since then, I had been keeping a bit of a torch burning for him. Worse yet, I compared boyfriends to him, and he was a hard man to stand up against. None of them ever made a very good mark on the assessment. They all fell short of the sandy-brown hair, brown-eyed man in front of me.
I looked around the audience and I could see that most of the people listening to him were women. I don’t think that was by accident. While he was riveting to listen to, he was also very easy on the eyes. I didn’t have to imagine that hard, that some of the women were here like I was, just to see Richard.
Later tonight, I had an award ceremony that I was helping behind the scenes with for my sorority. It was an obligation that I didn’t mind, because I would be able to work with Richard.
Now though, after walking in on such a vital part of the speech, I wondered if it was going to go as well as I wanted it to.
When he was done talking, several women went up to where he was standing and wanted selfies with him or even his autograph on a copy of Business Magazine, that he had graced the cover of several times. I was ashamed to say, that there had been many times, that I would have ran to the front as well. I might have even done so today, to ask him a serious question of course, but now I hung back.
After a minute I left a little deflated, cursing my tardiness. I remembered something my father reminded me of a lot when I was younger. “Good opportunities are lost with tardiness Sarah.”
I was sure feeling that sentiment right now. It felt like I had missed a really big opportunity, that I might not get back. I wasn’t going to worry about it too much though. Instead, I was just going to worry about the evening. I still had to get to the salon to make my appointment. That was not an appointment that I could miss. Carla would just push my appointment and I would have to do something with this curly mess on my head. I wanted it blown out. I may have been late, but the real problem was, the humidity that was attacking my hair. When I got to the salon, I tried to relax. I had made a bad impression and I hated that, but I knew that it was going to be a long night. If I was going to be embarrassed and overthinking all night, at least I would look good doing it.
Chapter 2
Richard
I saw Sarah Sanders come in late and I was a bit shocked. I would never have thought that of her, especially when I was speaking on the importance of being on time. She was stunningly beautiful. She had beautiful curves that were wrapped in her beautiful dress. She looked uncomfortable with her curly hair. But trust me she looked extremely beautiful with those curls. With a cute button nose and luscious pink plump lips that were just begging me to kiss, she looked so innocent. And that made her even sexier. Her baby green eyes scanned the room like a lost puppy. A smirk slowly made its way on my face by just staring at the innocent young woman. I continued my speech and she kept listening like a good student.
It was a bit surprising; she was never late for even a single speech of mine in past years. Yes, I had been eyeing on her since the first day I saw her here at the University, almost two years back. It was more surprising when she didn’t stay afterwards. I had shared several short conversations with her this way.
I actually looked forward to sharing a few words with her today as well, but that was not to be. She walked off shortly after the speech and it left me surrounded by women and bored. I signed a few autographs and took a few pictures that seemed obligatory nowadays, before stalking off. I don’t know why I was in such a mood, but I was.
There wasn’t much time to worry about the small disappointments in life. I had a full day and several meetings, before I had another awards ceremony that evening.
And it wasn’t lost on me, that many of the women that I saw at the college campus had their eyes set on me. I knew half of them followed me on social media and I would show up on their feeds soon.
I will not deny that women find me attractive. Even without my fame or fortune I was known for being a smoldering bachelor. All the women I have taken to my bed still sing my praises. I was a CEO of my own company. Life for me was absolutely perfect.
But there was something about Sarah. I knew she liked me as well, I could see it in her expressions. She wasn’t the same sort of fare that there was on campus. She was a bit more refined, and younger. She was not a day older than 23 and she could have a boyfriend too. And this held me back.
My assistant, Charles, was taking care of picking the candidates that the company would take on as interns. There were over three thousand applicants, but only ten would get the position in the New York office. I usually didn’t have much to say about it, but this time, I had added one name to the pile. She was intelligent and smart, and I knew she had the potential. So, I was making a double benefit.
All through the meetings that day, I thought about Sarah walking away. I had always kept a respectable distance, but now I wondered if I had missed the chance. It wasn’t like I was sure I wanted to use the chance, but I liked the idea of having it, if the decision ever changed.
Business kept me busy until around six o’ clock that evening. I had a short time to get ready before the Business People of Detroit Awards. The name said it all. It was a group of people, trying to change the face of the city that had been crumbling down around them. Grant Holdings had always been a part of the landscape. The revitalization of the city would have my father’s namesake as well. He was raised in the city, and I knew that it had always held a special place in his heart. As had Statfords, thus why I made it my own alma mater.
It meant that I would have to spend a couple of hours with the same people that I already see on a regular basis. It was also an opportunity to recognize the up and comers that were showing great strides in the field. The innovations were amazing, and I was especially interested in a couple of algorithms that had come into play recently.
As much as I liked to think that there was excitement because I wanted to see all of the new interns and I wanted to help the city grow, I was mainly thinking about one person, one recipient. After the debacle earlier in the day, I worried about how that was all going to work out. It was hard to tell one way or another.
To me though, the most exciting prospect of it all, was the idea that it was different. Too long, I had been stuck in a rut.
***
When I got to the event, it was full of people decked out in all of their finery. I could see that some people were going more overboard than others. I was looking for one woman in particular. I knew that I wouldn’t find her in some of the garish clothing on display here. Sarah was classic and elegant, and my eyes locked on her.
He
r long brown hair was now straight and piled up on top of her head. Sarah’s makeup was simple, and her body was just how I liked it. I had stared at her many times before. She was in many of the college events I attended at the University recently. I remembered seeing her at one such function three years ago. It was her laugh that had drawn me in the first time, and again, I could hear it on display now. I envied the man talking to her, making her laugh in such a carefree way.
I watched her interact with a man for a few moments before I started her way. I was going to speak to her in the capacity that she was helping for the evening. I still was wrestling with the idea of something more. I knew that it wouldn't be hard to get her where I wanted her. It wouldn’t be hard for me to get any woman that I wanted. I was still wishy washy on if it was the right time for such a thing, but I started making my way towards her.
“Sarah. It is good to see you.” She was surprised to see me, and her eyes widen like a deer caught in the headlights. She looked even more innocent with her wide eyes. She could not hide it and there was a moment where her true feelings came out in her expression. The rest of the time, it was hidden. I did not like to be caught unaware and I usually wasn't. I could usually read people pretty well, so I wasn't thrown off very often. It was another thing that made Sarah different.
“Hello!” She timidly replied. Her voice was angelic and graceful, it always stirred something deep within me making me groan in content.
“It is good to see you as well Richard. I didn't think you would be here until later when the awards were going to be given out.” I stood in front of her as she fidgeted with her fingers.
“Well, I wanted to see what kind of a spread they were giving out this year. I saw the menu and it looked rather interesting.”
“We found a new caterer and he certainly had some big plans. I hope that he can make it taste as good as it all sounds. Have you tried any of it?”