The Billionaire's Assistant (Contemporary BWWM Interracial Romance) (The Billionaire's Proposition Book 1)

by Rose Francis

  CHAPTER FIVE: CHERISE

  After freshening up, I get ready to meet Richard outside.

  I head straight to his limo, and when he gets out and opens the door for me with a beautiful smile, I realize I might have made the biggest mistake of my life when my heart flutters.

  I feel like I’m getting used to him already—like an addiction is beginning.

  “You’re gonna give me a ride tonight too?” I ask as I enter the limo.

  “More than that,” he says, his wording almost stopping my heart.

  I’m afraid to ask what he means.

  “You are ruining my diet,” I say as he insists I start digging into a dessert.

  I’ll definitely save one for later this time—it’s too much richness at once.

  “I love you just the way you are, Cherise,” he says, and my heart does a flip-flop.

  Why the hell did he say it like that? Doesn’t he know how those words chemically affect my brain and biologically affect my body?

  Just say, “I happen to like plump chicks”—don’t frickin’ use the word ‘love!’

  Ugh! This man is so much trouble. That was probably a calculated move to fuck with me.

  “Have you thought more about my job offer?” he asks.

  I certainly have thought about it.

  I only had three shifts this week, and though his tip from last night—and tonight—more than makes up for the lack of shifts, I have to think about the long term here.

  The decision seems obvious, of course—he is offering me at least double my usual salary, and I am now wary about the atmosphere at my current job.

  Everything was fine until he came along, and now, things are probably gonna get weird, and for ten dollars an hour, it doesn’t seem worth it anymore.

  Plus, I’ve been dying to try something new.

  Plus, any chance to be around this guy more is a hell of a temptation.

  There are just so many pros, I don’t know why I haven’t said yes already.

  But, of course, I do: the main con is that this guy is potentially dangerous for me.

  I can feel that he is capable of sweeping me off my feet in record time, and in perhaps as short a time, he can shatter me to pieces whenever he decides he’s had enough of me.

  Dealing with day-to-day bullshit while still having your wits about you is one thing—dealing with day-to-day bullshit while your heart is scattered in pieces…well, that’s another thing altogether. A heartrending breakup is too stressful a thing to take on while living check to check.

  I don’t mind going ahead with satisfying my main desire, but I decide to make it a one-shot deal—one night only. If he gets in my pants, I must take it for what it is and be happy I get to get off with such a specimen, then move the fuck on fast.

  The longer he gets to keep me, the worse it’ll be for me when it ends, so for my sake, it ends tonight.

  “Yes, I have,” I say, “And I’m still undecided.”

  “Well, lucky for you, I want you to check out your potential workplace,” he says. “Tonight.”

  When I give him a look, he says, “Yes, I’d like you to come back to my place.”

  Boy, there’s a line I recognize; I know exactly what that means.

  “You think I only mean to seduce you,” he says when I don’t respond.

  I realize he doesn’t deny that that is his intention.

  “Cherise, what is your dream job? Your ultimate goal?”

  My ultimate goal is to be stable and have time to volunteer.

  I’m still young, and I know it could take a while to get to the point where one feels fairly safe—not having to worry about this bill or that and be able to repair wrecked cars without wondering how to pay the rent.

  As for my dream job? I want a job that actually makes a difference. Sure, I can help someone’s night go better over the course of their meal with a smile, but I want more.

  “Well, I haven’t exactly nailed down the details yet, but I’d like to have a meaningful job—one that actually makes a positive difference in people’s lives. Young people, probably. A lot of people, either way. I haven’t exactly figured out which way to go just yet, and being a teacher is out of the question; I’m not inclined that way.”

  He smiles at me, and I feel like I’ve fallen into some type of trap.

  “Consider this the beginning of a trial period for both of us. If you have time this weekend, I’d like you to try the position out. It is, of course, a paid trial, and it’ll give you more time to acquaint yourself with me and my ways. We will both get the chance to see if this arrangement can work for us. During your trial, you won’t have to worry about meals or anything—I have personal chefs and cooks who will take care of us, whether morning, afternoon, or evening. Your hours will not be set—you will work for me from when I need you to…well, whenever I can let you go.”

  What the hell did that mean? I’m starting to think his salary offer is appropriate after all.

  I start wondering how I’ll travel to him every day, then I catch myself and have to remind myself that I’m not actually going to take him up on his offer—beyond tonight that is.

  “What do you do, Richard?” I ask, clearly surprising him.

  It takes him a moment before he answers me.

  “I am a silver spoon bastard, you might say, so I don’t have to do much of anything—though I do. I stay on the boards, keep my family’s legacy going one way or another. I haven’t really had to work for anything my whole life, though I have spearheaded a few projects and organizations. My latest is more of a pet project, hence why I must be extra picky about who I want to work with me. It is to be kept under wraps to some degree, and I believe you are the right person for the job; it is right up your alley, it seems.”

  Boy, he sure knows how to pique my curiosity.

  “Tell me more about it,” I say.

  “I’ll tell you more when we get home.”

  Damn, what a tease.

  “Fine,” I say, unable to stop a small smile.

  I will go with him and check out his mansion or castle or whatever the fuck he lives in, but the extended trial bullshit can’t happen.

  As the limo takes off, anticipation fills me. I’m about to go to this guy’s house—about to see where this sexy specimen lives.

  I take heart in the fact that he didn’t just invite me to some hotel room.

  When I break this dry spell, it will at least be on the silken sheets of a king-sized bed in a huge mansion.

  * * *

  As we pull up to Richard’s place, my mouth falls open.

  I tried to imagine various possibilities, but I was unprepared for the sprawling residence before me, the luxuries hinted at within.

  Holy cow—all the tiredness from being on my feet all night dissolves instantly.

  This man sure knows how to energize me.

  A butler greets us at the door, and as Richard starts to walk me through, I can barely hear him as he points out this and that, my eyes taking in all the signs of his wealth—from the chandeliers and grand piano and paintings to the shining vases and expensive-looking couches.

  Whatever he’s saying is pretty much Greek to me anyway, although I do recognize a name or two.

  We walk through the foyer to the kitchen, and then instead of taking me upstairs, he takes me to the back and we exit to an outside area with a sprawling pool and a bar setup, umbrellas, and soft-looking chairs, and more immaculately sculpted foliage surrounding the area.

  “This is all…so much. Of everything. And only you live here?” I ask, looking at him.

  “Well, you met James, my butler—he lives in the servants’ quarters, and he’s always around when I need him. Plus, I have a cook, a few maids…”

  “No, I mean…” I shouldn’t feel bad for him, but for some reason, I do. “All this space, and essentially you live alone?”

  “I can have company when I need it,” he says, looking at me pointedly.

  I know what he me
ans, but still, it’s not quite what I was getting at.

  “But don’t you ever get lonely?” I can’t help asking.

  “You must be exhausted,” he says with a smile, completely ignoring my question. “I’m so sorry I’ve kept you on your feet. How about we discuss the job at the pool?”

  The thought horrifies me for several reasons.

  “I don’t have a swimsuit,” I say.

  “Don’t worry about it—I have several for you to choose from.”

  “I don’t wear other people’s swimsuits.”

  He laughs. “These are brand new, specially picked out for you.”

  He stares, waiting for my next response.

  I don’t like the way I look in a swimsuit, I want to say, but I know he’ll brush it off, or worse, say something like “I love the way you look in anything.”

  “It’s cold,” I say.

  His smile doesn’t falter. “The pool is heated. Also, I have a Jacuzzi—take your pick. And if you don’t want to get wet, I’ll just have someone come down and massage you.”

  It’s like he’s throwing glitter in my eyes, so I close my eyes to think, hoping it would help me stay logical and focused—especially since I’m blocking out his irresistible face.

  I don’t know many people who would give this up, but I have to put my foot down. I can’t let him distract me with luxuries.

  But that massage sure sounds nice. So does the Jacuzzi.

  I don’t know the last time I had a massage. Almost two years ago, I think—my ex got it for my birthday or something.

  I’m embarrassed when I mumble, “A massage sounds pretty great,” and the smile he gives somehow sends a zap right to my center.

  “You’ll still have to strip down,” he says.

  I finally relent.

  Once I change into a swimsuit, I emerge with a towel wrapped around me, and I join him poolside, settling onto my stomach onto the massage table, as directed, to wait for the masseuse.

  Richard is swimming the length of the pool, and I briefly wonder if he specially ordered this massage table for me too—it is wide and soft, and I could easily fall asleep on it if it wasn’t for the sight of him in the pool, his torso finally bare, his strength on display as he powers through the water.

  I watch him freestyle his way toward me, then, when he grabs on to the edge of the pool and gazes at me, I smile at him.

  My eyes get stuck on his abs as he pulls himself out of the pool, dries off a bit, then grabs one of the bottles of massage oils.

  “Wait, what are you doing?”

  “Preparing to give you a massage.”

  “I thought you had someone for that?”

  “I said I’ll have someone come down to do it, and here I am. Why would I hand a task like this off to someone else? Besides, I have sent everyone away for now.”

  He pulls my cover off and oils his hands.

  I feel self-conscious as his hands begin to knead my soft flesh.

  My body still responds to his touch, my pussy starting to buzz, but I worry what he’s thinking as his hands work my back, my shoulders. I wonder what he thinks of my nearly-bare ass.

  As if he senses my worry, he says, “You are so beautiful, Cherise.”

  Something in his voice makes me turn to look at him, and the look in his eye freezes me.

  He looks like an animal about to pounce, and the next thing I know, his head is descending toward me, and his mouth is on mine.

  He explores my mouth greedily, his tongue acquainting itself with mine.

  He nudges me to turn over and his hands continue to roam my body, passing over my breasts, his thumb grazing my nipples and sending sharp tingles through me.

  Then he begins to work my swimsuit down and off, not breaking the contact of our lips until he has to.

  In no time, it seems, I am naked before him, and while he is kissing me again, he works his trunks down.

  When he pulls away, I finally see his cock in its huge, engorged upright glory, right before he moves to position himself between my legs, pulling me down a bit on the table before clamping down on my pussy with his soft lips, his tongue making me squirm and moan loudly.

  He slithers his tongue all over me, his hands continuing to make their way across my hips, my thighs.

  Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he raises himself to climb over me, his strong arms now on each side of me, and I feel the head of his cock at my dripping, hungry center.

  “Cherise,” he says softly, kissing me once more before moving his mouth to nibble on my neck and driving me crazier as electricity jolts through me with every brush of his lips, every graze of his teeth, his tongue.

  “I’m sorry—I can’t wait any longer,” he says, then his cock starts pushing its way inside me.

  I’m relieved he didn’t ram it in because it’s been so long that it feels like the first time, and I wince a little from the friction of his rod parting my walls.

  “God, you’re so tight,” he says, pushing all the way in so that our pelvises are touching each other.

  With him balls-deep in me, my desire and need overrides everything, and all I want is for him to start pounding me in earnest.

  To my utmost relief and joy, he does just that, pulling his cock out and then ramming it back in with dizzying rhythm.

  I forget everything, surrendering to his hard body over mine, the sight of his broad shoulders, his hard chest, his rippling abs.

  His cock plunges my hungry core while his mouth finds my breasts and suck them hard.

  At some point, he puts his hands underneath my ass cheeks and starts thrusting in me harder, deeper.

  Soon, there is nothing I can do but surrender to the orgasm slowly taking over me.

  It builds and builds as I moan and cry out his name, and when he groans my name in return, his masculine tones travel through my body, making me grip him tighter.

  I try to burn the sight of his handsome face above me as he takes pleasure from my body into my mind to save for later, and I find myself turned on even more by the intensity in his eyes as he takes me in while fucking me silly, his sculpted ass rising and falling hypnotically.

  “I’m going to come,” he says, just as I am thinking the same.

  His movements intensify, and I realize too late there’s nothing between us—no rubber, no pill.

  “Richard…” I begin, but I can tell it’s too late.

  His grunting climax, as he squeezes hard against my pussy hastens my own climax, and soon, we are pulsing against each other, his cum pumping into me.

  My god.

  He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him.

  Our hearts pound against each other.

  It’s all amazing, but I can’t believe I was so careless; I have to take a morning-after pill as soon as possible.

  My grave error only underscores how much I need to keep my eyes open when it comes to this man.

  I look at the sky above us, the stars winking at me while I hold him close.

  Maybe I’ll do the trial period after all, and get in a few more rounds with this hot specimen. Then, for real this time, it’ll be over—I’ll just go back to the restaurant and clarify that nothing happened between…

  Shit, I’ll have to lie now, and I’m not the best liar.

  Richard suddenly squeezes me to him and warmth runs through me.

  A girl could get used to this.

  I am horrified when I realize I spoke those words aloud.

  “Your wish is my command,” he says quietly.

  My cheeks flush.

  “Okay, I guess it’s pretty obvious by now I’ll do the trial period,” I say.

  He raises his head from my shoulder to smile a dazzling smile at me.

  “Great,” he says. “We’ll begin first thing in the morning—around nine a.m. That will give us enough time to get ready, shower, and any other activities. Plus have time for breakfast.”

  It seems he has misspoken, so I try to clarify. />
  “What time would you like me to be here?”

  He looks at me like I missed something.

  “Sweet Cherise, you will already be here. It’s Friday and your trial begins tomorrow, so you are staying with me tonight.”

  Wait a minute—I didn’t sign up for that!

  It sure as hell sounds delicious, though—sleep with him on a nice, huge soft bed, his hard body within reach the whole night? Sign me up!

  “But I don’t have any of my things here,” I say in a final lame protest. I pretty much know what he’s going to say next.

  “You will have all you need, and what I haven’t already supplied, I will get for you—just name it. Now let’s start by getting clothed again. But first, let’s take a shower,” he says.

  He moves to get off of me, and I lament the fact that his warm body is leaving mine, his cock departing me.

  “While we’re cleaning up, I’ll have a chef whip up some snacks for us and serve them to us at the Jacuzzi. We’ll have drinks as well—what’s your favorite?”

  I mumble “lemon drop,” still sort of dazed.

  It all sounds way too good to be true, but I know it is, and I accept the fact that I’ve been blessed temporarily.

  I prepare to surrender myself to a few days of luxury and pleasure.

  I just to have to remember to take the morning-after pill at some point.

  CHAPTER SIX: RICHARD

  Phase Two complete.

  Sweet Cherise is staying with me tonight, and if all goes well, she won’t ever want to leave, and I’ll be right here, making all the necessary arrangements to keep her.

  I must admit, I chuckled a bit when I let her know my intention of having her stay overnight—she looked like she didn’t know what hit her.

  She is still stunned, but I have made progress with her beyond the obvious—she is already a bit more pliable to my will.

  She is softening more toward me, but I am a bit alarmed to find that something similar is happening to me.

  I like Cherise very much, and as a whole, she makes sense for all my needs—sexual and otherwise.

  I picked her for logical reasons—she is a beautiful, humble, capable girl with delicious curves. Her inexperience is endearing, and she is generally kindhearted—a novelty in my day-to-day existence.