by Lia Lee
Table of Contents
Quadruplet Babies for my Billionaire Boss
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
Epilogue
Quadruplet Babies for my Billionaire Boss
By Lia Lee & Ella Brooke
All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2018 Lia Lee & Ella Brooke
This story is a work of fiction and any portrayal of any person living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended
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Chapter 1
Rena
I stood in front of my closet, going through everything I owned. Nothing was good enough. I should have gone shopping for something new. New clothes always made me feel like a hot commodity. New lingerie in particular made me feel like I should be scooped up right away. I could have done with both, but seeing that I hadn’t had a chance to stop at the store the last couple of days, what I owned would have to do.
There was no way I was postponing this. I wanted to make a bang today, and I finally had the courage to do it. I had to act while I was in the right frame of mind.
I knew I looked good, even in the scruffiest clothes. I wasn’t vain about it, either. It was a fact. I was tall and thin. I didn’t have too many curves like some other women, but my height made up for that. That I was graceful and elegant was a standard compliment I received. Add dressing for my body type and the confidence that I knew I looked good, and I was a twelve on a scale of one to ten.
Except that Brent Hooper still hadn’t noticed me. Sure, he was my boss. He was the owner of DigiTech, a company that designed technologically advanced products for a select audience. He was innovative and suave. The papers called him the father of our time. He was a lot older than I was—forty-five years to my twenty-three. I’d asked Margaret, who had been eager to offer up the information. She had worked for Brent the longest, and there was little in the office she didn’t know. I could have googled him, but that felt creepy and I wasn’t a creeper. Only sexually frustrated.
Brent didn’t see me as a sexual object. He didn’t notice me for my body or my soulful eyes or my ass, which I kept sculpted with squats whenever I trained. But I wanted him to.
In short, I wanted him to fuck me.
It was so damn cliché to want to get it on with my boss. And chances were, I was looking for trouble propositioning him. He could easily report me, and then I’d be screwed. But it was a risk I was willing to take. Because what if he was fine with it? What if he wanted me, too? I’d been drooling over this guy for a year.
I was fresh out of college with a shiny business degree and the notion that I could do and be anything wanted. Mr. Hooper had hired me as his secretary. It wasn’t quite the job I’d been aiming for during my years of study, but he had been drop-dead gorgeous. His hair was a salt-and-pepper gray, and his eyes were the color of fall skies. He was distinguished, not “old.” If anything, age had only made him better. His eyes had been hypnotizing when he’d asked me when I could start working. He might as well have said “be mine,” and my answer would still have been “immediately.”
Still, in the past year nothing had happened. I hadn’t exactly put myself out there. But that was going to change, and today was the day. I wanted to dress up so he would notice me. I wanted to corner him and tell him to take me.
Maybe not directly, but I wanted him to know I was there for him.
My phone rang and I picked up.
“I can’t talk long, Mom,” I said. “I’m going to be late for work.”
“That’s fine, honey. I’ll be quick. Are you coming over this weekend now or not?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I said. “I might have something for work.” It was a white lie, but I didn't like making a decision on the spot about going to see my mom.
“Well, let me know.”
We ended the conversation. My mom wasn’t my birth mother. I had been adopted as a baby and grown up as an only child. Although I loved my mom, we often bumped heads and clashed on the smallest things. We were so different. We had learned to live with each other and make it work, but I had a much better relationship with her now that I lived on my own and had my own life. When I had still lived at home, things had been hard, often.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to her place on the weekend. I missed her and seeing her was always great, but lately, she sounded like a broken record. She was always going on about how it wasn’t right that I had a job as a lowly secretary when she and my dad had paid for a degree. She said I was worth more and should have been earning more. She hadn’t been happy with the job from the start, but now that I’d been there for a year she was starting to hint I needed to move onward and upward. I knew where she was coming from, but she didn’t know how much Brent paid me.
He was a billionaire, and as far as I could tell, he threw money around like confetti. When you had that much, I guess you could afford it. He had told me he knew I had a degree, so he would match what I should be earning and then some if I took the job with him.
I’d been suspicious of his offer. What did he expect of me for that much money? Favors? I vowed I wouldn’t give it to him. Money didn’t talk in my world. I had been ready for him to try so I could shut him down.
Brent hadn’t tried. Instead, he treated me like gold, and I started developing a crush on him. Where I’d previously been adamant I wouldn’t give him what he wanted if he was expecting me to put out, now I wanted it. I wanted him to take me. In the office, on his desk, on my desk. Anywhere. It wasn’t about the money anymore. It wasn’t about the job. It was about the gray hair that curled out when his top button was undone and his tie was at half-mast. It was the cornflower blue of his eyes that I wanted to sear my skin and his thick corded arms that suggested work wasn’t the only thing he did.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I’d had plenty of dirty fantasies about Brent. My favorite was where he stripped me and spread me out on his desk, diving between my legs to show me how a real man did it.
Just thinking about it made me wet. I didn’t have time to get myself off now, though. I was going to be late if I stood here deciding what to wear for much longer.
Lingerie was the most important. It made me feel incredible when I wore a raunchy lace number, and if Brent got as far as peeling my clothes off, it would tell him exactly what I had in mind. I chose a black lace set with satin inserts, and there was barely enough material to cover all the important bits.
Perfect.
I decided on a blue dress suit that complemented my light skin tone. The pencil skirt was a good length, but it had a slit in the back that made it sexy, and I paired it with a white, sleeveless blouse that I tucked in at the waist. I left the top two buttons undone and l
eaned forward, looking at myself in the mirror. It displayed my breasts perfectly, showing off my cleavage. The lace bra looked fantastic like this, cupping my breasts the way I wished Brent would. I wouldn’t get pulled over by HR if I walked around like this in the office, provided I was careful where I bent over.
There was only one person I wanted to bend over for.
I decided on black heels that were a lot higher than the comfortable kitten heels I usually wore to work. When I looked in the mirror, the shoes made my legs look long and slender and my ass look perfect.
When I was dressed, I completed the look with smoky makeup and a nude lip. I used hairspray to style my short light brown hair, pulling it up into a messy french twist. When I was done, I looked about as sexy as I could get away with at the office. Anything more and I might get in trouble. I checked my reflection one more time. If I were a guy, I would do me.
Again, if it worked to get Brent in my pants, it would be worth the risk.
I left the apartment only a few minutes behind schedule and walked down to my car. I had to kick off the shoes in the car to drive; I was used to driving with my shorter heels.
Today was the day, I told myself. I was tired of Brent overlooking me, but it wouldn’t happen again. Not after this outfit.
I arrived at the office and greeted the doorman as usual as I walked into the lobby.
“You look nice,” Margaret said when I passed the reception desk. Her lips, her hair, and her nails were all the same shade of bottle red, and I wasn’t sure it was a good look for her. I smiled.
“Never as put together as you are,” I said.
Margaret giggled, and I forced myself not to roll my eyes. Margaret wasn’t as old as Brent, but she had an old-lady attitude and her perfume was powdery. She listened to choir music, and her lunch always smelled like it had broccoli in it.
“What’s the occasion?” she asked.
“Do I need one to look good?” I didn’t wait for an answer.
On the way to my office, I ran into Joseph Bunting. Joe was Brent’s business partner, a bit younger and quirkier. Everyone thought of him as the weird partner, and we all loved him.
“You look dashing today, Rena,” he said.
I smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”
“Better watch out. You might just catch someone’s eye.”
He winked at me. I laughed and walked on. If only Joe know that catching someone’s eye was the point.
I walked through the office to my desk, which was in an office adjacent to Brent’s. He would be in an hour later. It gave me time to ready his files and fix his coffee. Ten minutes before he arrived, I spritzed on some perfume and checked my makeup in the ladies’ room, then returned to my desk to wait for him.
I wanted to stop Brent dead in his tracks. I wanted to blow him away with what I was wearing and tell him this was what he had been missing. I checked the time. Five minutes.
Brent always arrived at nine on the dot, without fail. He was the most consistent person I knew.
I heard the voices outside the door greeting him before I saw him walk through the office, his nose buried in a file.
“Morning,” I said.
“Could we get James Talon on the line?” he asked without looking up at me.
I sighed. “Yes, we can.”
“Right. Follow me.”
He walked toward his office door, and again I sighed before getting up. This was so typical. Brent would never notice me. He barely looked at me, even when he wasn’t busy with something important. It didn’t matter what I did, whether I dressed up or stayed plain and boring. It would be all the same to Brent.
In his office, he sat down behind his desk, frowning. I gathered the file he carried didn’t contain good news. I could take his mind off things. I could offer. But seeing that he barely looked at me, I doubted it would go down well. If I wanted to be fired on the spot, now would be the time to act out.
“Look at this,” Brent said and handed me the file. I put it down on the desk and leaned over to look at it instead of picking it up. I wanted him to look down my shirt.
If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. I focused on the number in front of me, and I realized what he was trying to show me. The numbers for one of the products he sold were in, and they didn’t look good. I guess it made sense why he was so caught up in the file.
“What do you need me to do?” I asked. I willed him to say me.
“I need James on the line as soon as possible. We need to talk about this. Call a meeting with Hank and Charlie for today if you can. What do you think?”
I nodded absently. What did I think? I thought this was bullshit. I wanted attention, and all he was giving me was more work. I wanted him to notice what I was wearing and think about something else for a change.
But whatever.
Chapter 2
Brent
On Wednesday morning the numbers for one of my newest products were in. The numbers were horrific.
We had handled marketing the right way, the surveys had been promising, and the launch had been grand. I had sent out sample products to my beta users, and the feedback had been positive. I sighed. Where had we gone wrong?
When I walked into the office, Rena was at attention, ready to serve me. That was how I liked my women—ready to do my bidding when I snapped my fingers.
“Morning,” she said.
“Can we get James Talon on the line?” I asked. I had to talk to Talon to figure out how we were going to get these numbers up.
“Yes, we can,” Rena said, and she sounded exasperated. I didn’t know what her issue was, and I didn’t care. I walked through to my office with her following me and became aware of the sound of heels on the parquet flooring. It was a distinct click-click when her footsteps were usually more muffled.
I sat down behind my desk and glanced at Rena—and struggled not to stare. She was incredibly hot.
“Look at this,” I said, handing her the file. She took it from me and put it on the table, leaning over to look at it. I could see straight down her shirt. I had noticed her tits before—she was a beautiful woman, and I was a sexually active man—but fuck, I had never seen her look like this. I glanced past her open blouse and noticed her short skirt and long legs that would look great wrapped around me. My dick twitched in my pants.
I pushed away the thought. I was her boss. I had to be professional. I couldn’t think about fucking my secretary. There was nothing more cliché.
Rena had always been a stunner. I had thought that of her the day she’d walked into my office for an interview. But this was something else. And perving over her was wrong.
She was probably dressed up like this because she had a date after work. A woman like her wouldn’t be single. Men had to be flocking toward her to get some of that ass.
“Hot date after work?” I asked her.
She glanced at me. “Excuse me?”
“Do you have a date after work?”
She blinked at me before she shook her head. When she looked down, I could have sworn she rolled her eyes. I had never asked her about her personal life before. She was obviously irritated by it. I had to admit, even a bad mood looked sexy on her.
I could have stared at her all day. Instead, I cleared my throat and talked business because that was what we were here for.
“What do you need me to do?” Rena asked after she had studied the file for a while.
Get on your knees and open your mouth, I thought. God, my mind was in the gutter.
“I need James on the line as soon as possible.” I wanted to be alone with her. “We need to talk about this.” She was my secretary. Thinking about her like this was wrong. “Call a meeting with Hank and Charlie for today if you can. What do you think?”
I needed her to say something that would distract me from the direction my mind was headed. I didn’t know what she was dressed up for, but it was driving me mad.
“I think Hank and Charlie will be able to meet today. The
product needs revision.”
I nodded. “Should we keep sending out beta products to our testers? Is it making a difference?”
“I wasn’t supposed to ask her these questions. Rena was only my secretary. But she had a business degree, and her input was valuable. Besides, I needed her to keep talking about work. I watched her mouth as she spoke and couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like wrapped around my dick.
I glanced in the direction of the window, trying to clear my thoughts.
“Thank you, Rena,” I finally said. “Will you get Talon on the line for me?”
Rena nodded and left my office, and I could finally think straight again. What the hell had gotten into her today? What the hell had gotten into me?
I glanced at the time and left my office to find Joe. He was my business partner, and we worked well together. He joked and teased a lot, and he saw the funny side of life which balanced out my seriousness. It was why our working relationship worked despite our ten-year age difference.
When I walked into the office, Joe was on a call, wearing a headset that he must have stolen from the customer call center. He had his feet up on his desk, and he was throwing a red ball to the opposite wall and catching it again.
“I’ll call you back. The boss is here,” he said and hung up.
“We’re both bosses,” I said.
Joe chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s easier to get out of the conversation when I pretend I’m actually scared of you.”
I laughed and sat down. “You’re full of shit.”
“But valuable. Valuable shit. What’s up?”
I handed him the file with the numbers, and he flicked through it, frowning.
“What are we going to do about it?” I asked.
“We need to talk to Talon.”
I nodded. “I’m seeing him later.”
Joe looked at the file again. “Maybe this is just a bad run. We always have good results. To fuck up once in a while is fine.”
“Not to me,” I said. “Rena offered some ideas on how to help.”
Joe nodded, putting down the file. “She knows what she’s talking about.”
“Speaking of Rena,” I began. “Do you know if she’s seeing someone?”