How To Catch A Billionaire (The Full Series)

by Helen Cooper

  I jumped when Lewis knocked on the door and I felt my body freeze with fear. Here it comes, I thought. I’m about to be fired.

  “We’re up, Sarah.”

  “What?” I frowned at him.

  “Mr. Green’s back and he wants to see us.”

  “Oh?” I paused and clicked some letters on my keyboard. “I’m not quite ready.”

  “It doesn’t matter. He wants us in his office now.” Lewis sighed. “Jackson says he’s mad.”

  “Jackson?”

  “VP of International Trading.” Lewis grinned. “Sorry. I haven’t introduced you to everyone in the executive team as of yet.”

  “Oh, that’s ok.” I stood up. “So is Mr. Green mean then?”

  Lewis laughed. “Mean doesn’t describe it. He’s hardcore personified.”

  “Oh.” I twisted my fingers. “I hope he likes me.”

  “Oh he won’t.” Lewis grinned. “Don’t take it personally. He thinks he’s the only one that can do anything right.”

  “I’m guessing you don’t have a great history with him?”

  “I respect him, he’s got a multi-billion dollar company but as a person I can’t stand him.” Lewis laughed. “Don’t tell him I told you that though.”

  “Oh I won’t.” I laughed with him and we got into the elevator. I was surprised to see Lewis press the button for the 40 floor.

  “I thought he’d be all the way up on the 50 floor?” I questioned.

  “Nah, he prefers the view from the 40.”

  “Oh ok.” We walked out of the elevator and I straightened my skirt. I was hopeful that I could make the best impression possible. I wanted to impress Mr. Green so that I would be able to keep my job for as long as possible.

  As we walked down the hall, I flushed thinking about my make-out session with Bradley. Thank God, Mr. Green had not been back then. Imagine if he would have caught me. I would have been fired on the spot. I frowned. I needed to stop thinking about Bradley. He was too old for me, and he was bad news. Lewis and I stopped outside a closed door at the end of the hallway and Lewis knocked.

  “Come in,” a muffled voice called from inside the room and we walked in. The office was huge, and I had to admit it had a great view of the city. Almost as impressive as the view that Bradley had in his apartment. I shook my shoulders trying to get him off my mind. Mr. Green was sitting in a large leather chair with his back to us. He lifted a finger up, telling us to wait and he continued with his phone call. Lewis and I stood there awkwardly as Mr. Green talked on the phone and I looked around the office.

  It was furnished luxuriously but there were no personal touches like photographs or books to tell me anything else about the enigmatic CEO of Zoom Corp. I was staring at a painting on a wall when he swiveled his chair around. I almost fainted when I looked up and saw who it was. “Good to see you, Lewis.” Mr. Green, who looked just like Bradley shook Lewis’s hand. And then he turned to me with a smirk. “And nice to see you again, Sarah.”

  “Uh.” My face turned red and no words came out of my mouth. Lewis looked at me in confusion. “You’ve already met Mr. Green?”

  “I, uh…” I continued staring at Mr. Green in shock and embarrassment.

  “We met yesterday, but I have a feeling she didn’t know who I was.” Mr. Green laughed and ushered for us to sit down. I’m not sure what made me do it; maybe it was because I didn’t have enough sleep or maybe it was because I was still in shock but I started walking around the room in circles.

  “Sarah?” Both Mr. Green and Lewis looked at me in concern.

  “Who ezzz dis Sarah you speak of?” I put on my best French accent and opened my eyes wide. I pretended to have a mini-seizure and spoke again. “I am Madame Bon Pain. I am seeking answers from my long lost husband, Pierre Napoleon.” I bit my lip, mad that I hadn’t come up with more original names.

  “What? Sarah?” Lewis looked at me like I was crazy and I suddenly realized just how stupid I must have looked but I was determined to carry out my act of being possessed.

  “Where is my Napoleon? He promised to bring me banana pudding from Magnolia’s.” As I spoke, I felt my stomach rumble, I was hungry and banana pudding sure sounded good.

  “Sarah?” Lewis groaned and spoke to Mr. Green. “Sir, I’m sorry. I don’t know what has come over her.”

  “Leave Lewis. I’ll deal with this.” Mr. Green’s voice sounded serious but I could hear the laughter at the back of his throat.

  “Yes, sir.” Lewis stood up and left the room and I stood there frozen.

  “Sarah?”

  “Yes?” I squeaked out in my regular voice forgetting that I was meant to be Madame Bon Pain.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” He looked up at me and started laughing.

  “Nothing.” I pouted. “I was possessed.”

  “Possessed?” He raised an eyebrow at me again.

  “Yeah, you know. Someone took over my body like in Ghost.”

  “Ghost?”

  “You know! The movie with Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze and Whoopi Goldberg.”

  “Ok.” He frowned at me. “So you’re an executive here?”

  I felt the panic rise up in me and I knew he was going to fire me. “You lied to me, Bradley!” I pointed a finger at him. “You didn’t tell me you were the CEO.”

  “I didn’t want you to report me to Harry.” He grinned.

  “You are Harry,” I shouted.

  “I know. It’s hilarious, isn’t it?” He couldn’t stop laughing. “Thanks for that. I haven’t had such a good laugh in a long time.”

  “It’s not funny.” I am mortified at the lies that came out of my mouth the day before.

  “Yes. It is.” He stood up and walked towards me and then bent down and kissed me.

  “What, what are you doing?”

  “I’m kissing you.”

  “But you’re my boss.” I pulled away from him reluctantly.

  “I don’t think we have to worry about that for long.” He walked to the door and locked it and walked back to me. “You just left me this morning. No goodbye, no nothing.”

  “I thought that’s how these things go?” I bit my lip worried. Don’t tell me he was going to fire me for not saying goodbye.

  “What things?”

  “One-night stands.”

  “Is that what we had?”

  “Yes.” I tried to ignore the feelings of desire building up in me. “I have to go and work now.”

  He walked over to me and pulled me towards him, pushing his lips down on mine. I melted into him and reached my arms around his neck. He moaned as I kissed him back passionately and reached down and pulled my skirt up.

  I pulled away from him and frowned. “Sorry, no more sex.”

  “What?” His voice sounded surprised.

  “I told you. What we had was a one-night stand. No more sex.”

  “Are you playing some sort of game with me, Sarah?”

  I frowned at him. “No. No. Of Course not.”

  He studied my face and sighed. “You’re an enigma, Sarah.”

  “You could say that.”

  “We need to talk.” He walked back to his chair and sat down. He looked at me pointedly as I stood there in front of him. “You can sit.”

  “Oh ok.” I hesitated before walking to the chair.

  “Sarah, please just sit down. Tell Madame Bon Bon that she can go home.”

  “Madame Bon Pain.”

  “What?” He sighed.

  “Nothing.” I hurried to the chair. I didn’t think I should push my luck.

  “Sarah. I’m going to ask you a series of questions.”

  “Ok.”

  “Don’t lie.” He looked at me seriously. “If you know how to tell the truth that is.”

  “I don’t lie,” I protested half-heartedly.

  “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” He paused. “How old are you?”

  “What?” I made a face at him but he remained stoic. “22.”

/>   “I see.” He paused. “Have you graduated from college?”

  “Yes.” I was annoyed.

  “With an MBA from Harvard?” There went his eyebrows again.

  “Uhm,” I bit my lip and looked down. “No.”

  “What’s your degree in?”

  “Drama.” I looked up and saw his lips twitching. “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing’s funny here, Sarah.” His tone was serious. “I should fire you right now.”

  “Well, aren’t you going to?” I sighed and played with my hair.

  “No.” He leaned towards me. “I want you to be my secretary.”

  “What?” I frowned at him. “I don’t want to be a secretary.”

  “I want you to be my secretary that I fuck.” He grinned at her.

  “I thought you didn’t fuck.” My voice rose. “I thought you made love.”

  He laughed at me then. “I’m joking, Sarah.”

  “Ok. Don’t quit the day job,” I retorted.

  “I thought women liked the idea of being the plaything for a rich man.”

  “Uhm, maybe desperate women,” I scoffed. “And the man has to be young and hot.”

  “Which I’m not?”

  “Well, you know.” I flushed as I stared at his hands. I remembered the feel of them against my skin. In all honesty, I wanted to feel them against my skin again.

  “So?”

  “Sorry what?” I flushed. I had completely zoned out. I stared into his eyes, they were focused on my lips and I couldn’t stop myself from licking them.

  “Sarah, you can’t keep that job.”

  “What? You don’t even know if I can do it,” I whined and stared deeply into his eyes.

  “You aren’t qualified.”

  “I need this job, Harry. Please.”

  “Harry?”

  “Well, your real name isn’t Bradley, is it?” I said annoyed.

  “Most people call me Mr. Green.”

  “Gimme a break.” I leaned back in my chair and nibbled on my lip. I was devastated by the fact that I had lost my job.

  “We can go out for another drink tonight if you want?” He leaned towards me. “I’ll buy you a drink so you can bury the sorrow of losing your job.”

  “But you’re the one who fired me.” I protested. “That’s not fair.”

  “Such is life.” He leaned back.

  “You’re a real jerk, you know that.” I stood up and marched around to his side of the desk. “You’re not even giving me a chance.”

  “Well, maybe you can convince me to give you the job.” He smirked at me and I felt a surge of anger. I pushed his leather chair back and hitched up my skirt and sat in his lap straddling him. I leaned into him and started kissing him while grinding back and forth on his cock. I felt his hands slip to my butt and I could feel him squeezing my ass cheeks as he pushed me into his cock harder. I devoured his mouth, kissing him hard and sucking on his tongue. As soon as I felt him hard as a rock underneath me, I slid off his lap and stood up.

  “What? Where are you going?” He looked at me with a frown full of desire.

  “Home.” I walked towards the door.

  “Wait, what?” I heard him jump out of his chair. “Wait.” I felt his hand on my shoulder and he turned me around. He was looking at me curiously. “You don’t do anything I expect you to do.”

  “Imagine that.”

  “Sarah, I swear I will put you over my knee and spank you if you keep up with the attitude.”

  “You wouldn’t dare,” I squeaked. I hoped that he would take me over his knee and then make love to me on his thick cream carpet.

  “You wanna bet?” He leaned in close to me and I shivered.

  “You’re too old for me.” I backed away, suddenly scared that I was starting to want this man way too much.

  “What’s your issue with age, Sarah.” He frowned. “How old do you think I am?”

  “50,” I lied.

  He laughed. “Try again.”

  “40?” This time I meant it.

  “I’m 37.” He stared at me hard.

  “Oh.” He was 15 years older than me. Yet, he didn’t really act like an old man. And I didn’t really seem to care about his age.

  “You didn’t seem to mind last night as my cock was sliding in and out of you.”

  I stared at him with my mouth open. I could feel my panties getting wet. “You’re so crude.” I stared at him as he laughed. “If I was your mother, I’d make you wash your mouth out with soap.”

  “I thought you preferred me to do different things with my mouth?”

  “Whatever.” I flushed thinking about how he had made me come over and over again with his tongue. “You were okay.”

  “Just okay?”

  “Yeah.” I stared back into his eyes and yelped as he grabbed me and pulled my skirt up. “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you that you need to be more careful with you words,” he snarled. He sat on the ground and pulled me down to join him. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled my panties down and I just stared at him in awe. He raised his hand to my pussy and ran his fingers across my clit.

  “You’re pretty wet for someone who’s not very impressed with my skills.” He grinned and then pushed me back onto the ground. I lay there not sure if I should resist but I felt so horny, I just wanted to feel him touching me intimately. I wasn’t disappointed. I felt his mouth on my pussy within seconds and I spread my legs to give him greater access. He licked up and down on my pussy, circling my clit but never quite touching it. I squirmed and tried to clench my legs around his face so that he would just take me in his mouth. He ignored my moans and took his time. When I finally felt his tongue licking my clit, I cried out in pleasure and this encouraged him to take my clit into his mouth and start sucking on it. I felt my bladder get heavy and I knew that I was close to coming as he continued to suck on my clit. As soon as he stuck his tongue into me, I felt myself come hard and I lay back extremely satisfied as he continued to lick me in my special spot.

  When he finally stopped licking my pussy, I looked up to see him smiling down at me. “Still just okay?” He grinned and I rolled my eyes.

  “Fine. You were good,” I muttered.

  “That’s what I thought.” He pulled my panties back up my legs and pulled me up. He then pulled my skirt down and I sighed. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me in concern.

  “Nothing.” I shrugged and looked away. I could hardly tell him that I had been hoping he would fuck me again. Not after my smart attitude.

  “Look at me, Sarah.” He turned my face to look at him and his eyes were shining with concern. “Are you okay?”

  “Well, not really.” I felt my eyes well up. “I don’t have money to pay my rent and my roommate quit her job yesterday.”

  “That’s why you’re sad?” He cocked his head.

  “Yes. No. Kinda.” I blushed a deep red. “I had hoped we were going to make love again. But I am also worried about my rent.”

  Harry laughed and pulled me into his arms. “Oh Sarah. What am I going to do with you?”

  “I don’t know. Let me keep my job?” I looked up at him hopefully. I tried to ignore the feeling of his hard cock between my legs and the feel of his chest against my breasts.

  “You wanted me to make love to you again?” He smiled down at me.

  “Well, you know.” The words tripped out of my mouth in a mumble.

  “Come away with me this weekend.” He pulled me back suddenly and looked at me.

  “What?” I frowned at him. “Why?”

  “I have to go home for the weekend. It would help me if you came as my fiancée.”

  “Fiancée?” I looked at him in surprise. “Are you proposing to me?”

  He burst out laughing and kissed me on the nose. “Goodness no, Sarah. I need a fake fiancée for the weekend. It will stop my mother and grandmother from trying to set me up on dates.”

  “Hmm, I don’t know.” I paused and looked at
him.

  “You’ll have your own room. I’ll pay you a handsome figure and you can practice your acting skills.”