Billionaire on Top

by Stern, Sophie

  Billionaire on Top

  Sophie Stern

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2015 by Sophie Stern

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  As always, for Jack

  There’s no one I’d rather weather the storms with.

  Contents

  Copyright

  Billionaire on Top

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  Two Months Later

  My Bottom Billionaire

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  Note to Readers

  About the Author

  Other Books

  Billionaire on Top

  Oh, that's where you're wrong.

  You're going to be told what to do.

  Not only will you like it: you will crave for it.

  Trevor Fox has never had to ask for something twice.

  Ever.

  So when Allison Byard gets a job as his secretary, he's sure he'll be able to do whatever he wants with her.

  Only Allison doesn't fall for Trevor's lines, and she has a few games of her own in mind.

  1.

  Allison

  I'm staring at the building in front of me, a piece of paper in my hands, and I'm shaking.

  Kayfox Industries is one of the largest marketing firms in the company and I've landed a job as the personal assistant to Trevor Fox, who runs this particular division.

  Oh, and his father is the one who owns the company. No big deal.

  I don't know why he chose me out of all the applicants. I don't even really believe that they actually chose me. Part of me worries that when I get inside, they'll tell me it was some sort of mistake and I'll have to leave.

  But I'm gripping the email that confirms I got the job. It has my name on it along with my start date and the address for this office. I may not be much to look at in my cheap shoes and plain Jane outfit, but I'm going to prove myself today and every day. I'm going to make sure that Trevor doesn't regret the chance he took on me today.

  I take one last deep breath, tell myself I can do this, and walk up the stairs to the building.

  A doorman greets me politely and lets me inside. There's a security desk in the center of the room by the elevators. I walk toward it, not sure what to do now. Do I tell him my name? Do I explain where I'm going? Do I ask permission to use the elevators?

  "Good morning," the security guard greets me politely. He raises an eyebrow, as if waiting for me to speak.

  "Hi," I say. I'm gripping my email so hard that my knuckles are white. This guy must think I'm crazy. "I'm here to start work. It's my first day. I'm Trevor Fox's new assistant."

  "Ah," the guard smiles. "Nice to meet you. You must be Allison. We heard you'd be coming." Now it's my turn to raise an eyebrow. This guy knew about me? Then again, it's probably his job to know everything about the people who come and go here.

  "Can you tell me, um," I shift nervously from one foot to the other. "Where I go from here?"

  He smiles kindly and pats me on the arm.

  "Don't worry, Dear. You'll be just fine. Tenth floor." He nods toward the elevator and waits for me to slowly make my way over. I force my arm to raise up and push the button. There's a soft ding and the doors open. I look back to the guard who nods encouragingly. He smiles. He believes in me. Part of me wishes that I had that amount of confidence in myself. Deciding that I'm going to have to fake it until I make it, I step inside the doors and push the button for the tenth floor.

  The ride seems to take no time at all, and within moments I'm walking across a small waiting room to a little desk. The woman who sits here seems to be barely 18. She's chewing gum loudly and texting someone. She doesn't even look up until I clear my throat several times.

  "Can I help you?" She says, finally.

  "Yes, I'm Mr. Fox's new assistant."

  "Uh-huh."

  She is unimpressed.

  That’s fine. I’d probably be unimpressed by me, too.

  "Can you tell me where I'm supposed to go?"

  She points down the hallway to her right, my left, and I start walking. Pictures of the city line the walls. I try not to stop and stare, but the shots are so candid, so vivid, so lifelike that I find myself staring at them for longer than I anticipate.

  "Lose your way?" A deep voice says, suddenly. I look up and see him. It's him. Trevor Fox is standing in the doorway, in the flesh. I swallow hard as I realize that his pictures didn't do him justice. He's taller than I expected and fills out his suit in all the very best ways. I wonder how much time he spends at the gym, if those abs really are as rippled as they appear to be.

  "Mr. Fox," I say, quickly, taking a step forward and holding out my hand. There’s no time to feel nervous now. I have to make a good impression. I need this job. "I'm Allison Byard, your new-"

  "I know who you are." He looks me up and down, taking his time. His gaze lingers over my breasts just a little too long. I feel myself start to blush, but he just smiles when I look up at him.

  "I'm sorry about the delay," I say, trying to figure out exactly what words are and how to form them with my mouth. "I was just caught off guard by the pictures. They're lovely."

  "So are you."

  My eyes go wide. Did he really just? No. No way. I'd heard that he was a charmer, but this is much too much, much too fast. How am I ever going to work with this guy if I can't stop thinking about how quivery my clitoris suddenly is or how wet my panties are? How am I going to be able to take phone calls if I'm wondering whether he shaves or whether he'd let me blow him?

  "It's just a compliment, Miss Byard. Don't look so shocked. You're a beautiful woman. I'm sure you know this."

  I try not to freak out at how nonchalant he is about the entire thing. Maybe I am beautiful. I don't really know. I mean, I know, but it's been too long since someone else knew...sigh.

  "Thank you, Mr. Fox."

  "Shall we?" He steps back and opens the door to his office, extending his arm in invitation. I nod quickly and hurry into the room, practically collapsing into one of the chairs in front of his desk. It's all I can do to keep from going nuts.

  I try to focus on my breathing as he moves around, making himself comfortable.

  “Drink?” He asks from behind a small bar in the corner. He looks like he’s pouring some very expensive, very delicious, very amazing scotch.

  Suddenly, I’m completely parched, but I don’t want to make a bad impression on my first day.

  “No, thank you,” I say, but he obviously doesn’t believe me because he walks over two identical beverages and takes a seat, handing me one.

  “I hate drinking alone,” he says with a wink as he takes a seat on the edge of his desk.

  Deciding it would be rude to decline, I gingerly sip my drink, trying to avoid staring at his dick. He’s not exactl
y making it easy for me, though. Not at all. His bulge is only about two feet from my face. I could lean forward right now and just…

  “Stare any harder at it and it’s going to jump in your mouth.”

  “What?”

  Oh shit.

  Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

  Trevor laughs as I blush about twelve shades of crimson. I can’t believe I was staring at his crotch so obviously…or that he caught me.

  “It’s okay,” he begins.

  “I am so sorry, Mr. Fox,” I interrupt, standing up and starting to pace. “I’m not normally like this. I’m just so nervous. I’m sorry. It will never happen again.” I down the rest of my drink, letting the scotch burn its way down my throat.

  “Allison, calm down and take a seat.”

  I nod and do as he tells me to, making sure to stare at his eyes this time. His eyes.

  “Now, from what I hear, you were amazing at all of your interviews.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Fox.”

  “Do you have a lot of secretarial experience?”

  “Not a lot,” I say hesitantly, deciding that it really is best not to lie. Chances are that he’d figure it out pretty quickly if I did. “But I’m a fast learner and I know I’ll do a great job, Mr. Fox. I type 100 words per minute and I’m great with computers. I also spent a summer working at a bookstore, so I’m great with spreadsheets and business transactions.”

  He waves his hand.

  “Don’t worry about any of that. We have accountants for that sort of thing, Allison. What I need is a personal assistant. I already have a secretary. You’ve met Gina.” He rolls his eyes. “She’s awful, but she’s my cousin, and I gave her the job as a favor to my uncle. You understand.”

  I nod.

  “Your job,” he continues, “is going to be much more hands-on.”

  “H-h-hands on?” My eyes dart quickly down to his cock and back to his face. The smirk on his mouth lets me know that he saw.

  “Do you want to blow me, Allison?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “My cock. Do you want to suck it?” He motions to his crotch. “You can’t seem to take your eyes away from it. If you think you’d have an easier time listening with my dick down your throat, I’d be happy to oblige.” His eyes flash dark as he watches me, waiting to see what I’m going to do.

  With that, I stand straight up. I have no problem looking him in the eye now. If he thinks I’m just some whore he can talk to like that, he’s sadly mistaken.

  “Mr. Fox, I don’t know what type of girl you’re used to having work for you, but I assure you that I am no whore, nor do I have any interest at all in sucking your dick. I came here to be your assistant and I’m going to be the best damn one you could possibly have.”

  “Good.” He stands up and meets my gaze, but he towers over me. He must be at least 6 feet tall. Maybe taller. I suddenly feel much smaller than my 5’6”. I suddenly feel like I’m very, very small. “I’m glad there isn’t going to be any drama.”

  His eyes drill into mine, waiting for me to break away, but I don’t. I know this game he’s playing, and I have no interest. I’ve worked for childish assholes before. Trevor Fox isn’t going to be the last one.

  He won’t get the best of me.

  He won’t be the death of me.

  He just might, however, be the death of my panties, which are completely soaked through.

  2.

  Allison

  “Where’s my office?” I finally ask, wondering when he’s going to get to the entire “my job” part of today.

  “In a hurry to leave mine, Miss Byard?” Trevor is still staring down at me, still waiting for me to crack. How many personal assistants has he burned through, I wonder. How many girls have actually taken him up on the invitation to blow him? He didn’t seem surprised when I was staring at him. He didn’t seem shocked until I turned him down. Now he’s suddenly all business.

  “I’m eager to get started working, Mr. Fox.”

  He sighs and grabs a stack of papers from his desk. Thrusting them at me, he declares, “First things first. Let’s get your paperwork done.”

  “I already filled out paperwork yesterday,” I hand the stack back to him. “At my final interview, Felix had me fill out everything you needed from me.”

  “This is different.”

  I glance at the first page before looking back up at him in surprise.

  “A nondisclosure commitment?”

  “A nondisclosure agreement, Miss Byard.”

  “Why is this necessary?”

  He raises an eyebrow, as if asking if I’m serious. Realizing that I am, he sighs before explaining. Somehow, I get the feeling that he suddenly views me as a little kid. No longer the temptress he was hoping for, I guess. I push the feeling that I’ve disappointed him somehow from my mind and try to focus on the contract in front of me. I don’t owe this man anything. Not yet, at least.

  “As my personal assistant,” he begins, “you will be privy to certain aspects of my life that other people will not. The last thing I need is you running your mouth to your college roommate about the latest girl I’m seeing or the party I went to last night. Though the NDA applies primarily to business dealings and ensures that you won’t give away privileged information to one of my competitor’s, it also means that you can’t talk about what happens at work.”

  “So, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, basically?”

  He looks amused, but nods.

  “Got it.” I rush through the papers and sign and initial each noted area.

  “While I can’t provide you with a copy of this for obvious reasons,” he says, “I’ll keep this in my office and you are free to view it at any time.”

  “No need.”

  “No?”

  “In addition to my B.A., I have my paralegal certificate,” I tell him. “I know how to read a legal document, Mr. Fox. You don’t need to explain my rights to me or worry that I’m being duped somehow.”

  While I might feel completely out of my element when I’m sitting eye level with his dick, Trevor Fox has nothing to worry about when it comes to me being his assistant. I did great in college, managing to secure myself several scholarships as a result, and I know I’m sure as hell going to do a great job working for him.

  “Well, then, Miss Byard.” He extends his arm to me. “Let’s get you to your office.”

  I allow him to lead me down the hall. Before we reach the main lobby where Gina’s desk is, he reaches for a door. Opening it, the two of us walk inside and I try not to gasp. It’s beautiful. The mahogany desk sits in front of a wall of windows. Yes, an entire wall of windows that overlook the city. I have my own seating area with room for guests, two huge bookshelves, and a carpet that must have cost more than a month’s salary.

  Trevor looks amused as he watches me wander around, touching things and smoothing my hands over the desk. I must look like a little kid on Christmas, but I don’t care. It’s amazing. I figured that I would have my own desk, but my own office? Damn. It’s bigger than my bedroom. Shit, it’s almost bigger than my entire apartment.

  “I take it that this is acceptable?” He asks.

  “It’s perfect. Look at the view. Just look at it!” I practically squeal with excitement. Having my own office is magical enough, but one with a city view? I can almost –almost- see the ocean from here. A few large buildings block it, but I tell myself that the beach is just beyond them and I imagine that I’m looking at it.

  “I’m glad you like it.” Trevor speaks, bringing me back to reality. I’m not here to look out of windows all day. I’m here to serve him, at least administratively. I try not to let my eyes wander again. There’s something about Trevor that makes me not trust myself around him. Not completely, anyway.

  “I do.” I turn back to Trevor and try to calm down, if only for a moment. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” Now I walk back over and extend my hand to shake his. “Thank you again for the opportunity to work with you
. I won’t let you down.”

  Trevor takes my hand and shakes it, but doesn’t let go right away. He seems to be sizing me up. I’m guessing that he still isn’t quite sure what to think of me. If most of his bimbos have been the type of girl who just jump right onto his dick, he’s not going to know what to do with me. I’m not a virgin, but I’m not exactly experienced enough to just climb aboard.

  Oh well. It’ll make for a better work environment, at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and get settled in?” He says finally. “I’ll let you know when we’re ready to order lunch.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  With one more backwards glance, he leaves. Finally I’m alone in my new place. I close the door to my office and sit in my chair, taking a long, hard look out the window. Then I swivel around in my chair a few times and call Holly from my desk phone.

  “Holly Harper speaking.”

  “You sly bitch!”

  “Allison?”

  “I got the job!” I tell her, even though she already knows. She was the one who had to endure watching me try on more than 20 outfits in preparation for today. “And my new office is amazing! You won’t believe it. You have to come see me.”

  My roommate laughs. She may not be new to the corporate world, but I am, and she puts up with me far more than she ought to.

  “Okay, girl. I can’t swing it today, but we’ll do lunch tomorrow, okay? You can show me your office, introduce me to that hot new boss of yours, the works.”

  “How did you know he’s hot?”

  “Allie, please. It’s Trevor Fox we’re talking about. They don’t call him The Foxy Billionaire for nothing, you know.”

  I try not to laugh out loud at the weird nickname, but yes, I can definitely understand why Trevor commands such a blunt title, even behind his back.

  “Well, I won’t say you’re wrong, but he’s not as great as you seem to think.”

  “He’s not? You mean you don’t want to be another girl in his string of endless one-night stands?”

  I think of the NDA I signed and bite back a snarky reply. Unfortunately, I realize suddenly, I won’t be able to gossip with my best friend as much now that I’m working for Fox.