The Executive Boss (Billionaire Boss Book 2)

by J. A. Pierre

  He opened the boxes. “Do you want some stir-fry noodles?”

  “What else is there?”

  Milan told her.

  “I’ll have a bit of everything.”

  He smiled. “I love a woman with an appetite.”

  Saharan swallowed.

  “Okay.” He picked up a plate. “I’ll serve you. Stir-fry noodles, cashew chicken, steamed broccoli, a little rice, and a spring roll.” Milan handed her a white paper plate.

  “I must say your appetite has surprised me for an athlete.”

  Saharan arched an eyebrow. So Milan had paid attention to her resume.

  He handed her some chopsticks.

  She held them awkwardly.

  Milan chuckled. “You don’t know how to use them?” He dished food into another plate.

  She shook her head.

  Milan rested down his plate and picked up another pair of chopsticks. He moved into the chair next to Saharan and scooped up some noodles from her plate. “Open up.”

  She listened and he fed her the first bite.

  “Did you see how I scooped it up?”

  Saharan purposefully shook her head.

  “You didn’t?” Milan smiled naughtily, and Saharan grew excitedly nervous.

  He inched in closer and scooped up some more food before feeding her some more.

  Her breathing quickened. He smelled musky and sexy. Having his body so close made her feel hot and lightheaded.

  Their knees grazed.

  Milan’s food remained untouched on his plate. Saharan glanced at his throat, at his broad chest, and then she looked him directly in the eyes.

  Milan moved off the chair. He took her plate and put it on his desk.

  Without being prompted, Saharan slid forward. Then Milan pulled her toward him and kissed her.

  It was deep and passionate. Saharan felt like her head was in the clouds. Their skin touched as Milan’s shirt sleeves were rolled up. To say the man was appealing was an understatement.

  Saharan didn’t know what to make of him. She didn’t want to look young and stupid, like easy pickings.

  But what woman wouldn’t want to be picked by him?

  She wanted Milan to conquer her. Do whatever it is he wanted. His hands began to travel. At first they caressed her face and then they slid to her neck, then the first button of her blouse.

  One button opened. Two buttons opened. Three then four

  She wanted him badly. His fingers continued to undress her. “Mr. Hudson,” she whispered in his ear.

  “Ms. Will…” He suddenly stopped and took a step back. Milan looked away. When he looked at her again, she knew something had changed. He rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek.

  She looked at him questioningly.

  “It’s getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Saharan looked down at the opened blouse. Her breasts heaved in anticipation. The swells of it showed through the lacy purple bra. He wanted her―she saw the lust burning in his eyes.

  So what was the roadblock?

  Should I ask him? Saharan opened her mouth— she had a right to know. She would not be teased. That would just be cruel of Milan, to dangle himself in front of her, and then pull away.

  He sighed loudly.

  Ring. Ring.

  The phone snapped them outside of their intoxicating cocoon.

  Milan went to answer it.

  She waited, but as she waited Saharan thought that maybe she should leave. She made her way to the door as Milan’s attention was now fixed on the caller. He frowned as he listened intently.

  Then he looked up at her, and a palpable heat ran between the two of them. She saw the desire still in his eyes. She indicated that she was leaving.

  Milan nodded. “See you tomorrow,” he mouthed.

  Saharan unlocked the door and left his office. Glancing down, she saw that she’d not buttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. She’d almost reached her desk when she jumped at a shadowy figure.

  She turned around to see who’d made the shadow on the wall behind her.

  “I see that you’re a very busy woman.” Lilly’s eyes were static on Saharan’s blouse.

  Saharan glanced away, not bothering to respond. Instead, she went to her cubicle and gathered her things to leave.

  ***

  The next day, Lilly stood by Saharan’s cubicle. “Can I see you for a moment?”

  Saharan could tell that it was more of a demand than a question by the tone of her voice.

  “Sure.” She rolled her chair back and stood, then followed Lilly to her small office at the end of the hallway.

  As soon as the door shut, Lilly pounced.

  “Listen, I know what happened last night between you and Milan.”

  “Nothing happened.”

  “Bullshit. You didn’t come out of his office with an unbuttoned blouse for nothing. And I went to his office afterward. There were two plates of untouched Chinese food.”

  “Why did you go into his office?” Saharan didn’t exactly know why she asked Lilly that question.

  Lilly’s eyes narrowed. “Already claiming tabs on Milan, are you?” She sneered and crossed her arms. “Well, don’t bother. Milan isn’t the kind of man who can be pinned down by just anyone.”

  “Right.”

  Lilly sighed. “Of course I’m right.” She looked utterly pissed off now. “Been there, done him.”

  Saharan suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

  Lilly arched an eyebrow. “You look stricken. So you thought you were someone special?” She scrunched up her nose. “Milan’s hot and you’re not the only woman with eyes around here, sweetie.”

  She turned and began pacing the floor. “I will expose the bastard if you don’t listen to me, and get his taut ass thrown out of here.”

  Now Saharan was confused. “Wha-what are you talking about?”

  Lilly looked at her confounded. “Are you that dumb?”

  “You can’t accuse him of sexually harassing me,” Saharan began.

  “You obviously don’t understand the law, girlfriend.” Lilly rolled her eyes. “So let me break it down in terminology you might understand. Milan will not come out unscathed if people know he’s slept with a paralegal. And I will get the word out.”

  “We didn’t sleep together.”

  “Of course you’ll deny it.” Lilly laughed. “But then, I too will come out, because I won’t deny the truth.” Lilly batted long lashes. “And it’ll be a homerun―he’s out. This firm doesn’t want internal controversy. It’s death to their business.”

  Why?

  Lilly crossed her arms. Saharan saw hate on the woman’s face.

  He burned her. She wanted more from him.

  Saharan swallowed, her throat felt dry. “Whatever this is, it’s between you and Milan.”

  “Of course it’s not. It’s between you and me, and don’t think I haven’t been watching. You may work late hours, but you don’t have the drive I have for this job. Leaving here will be easier for you than you think. I’m sure daddy will get you another gig.” Lilly pouted. “But he won’t be happy if he knows Milan’s been fucking his daughter.”

  Saharan felt cornered.

  “Are you going to leave or not?” Lilly spat.

  Saharan nodded.

  “Good.” Lilly walked to her door and opened it. “Toodle-oo.”

  Saharan felt like she’d really made a mess of things. But what choice did she have? Staying would risk embarrassment to not only Milan and herself, but her father as well. She just couldn’t do it.

  It will cost him nothing if I go.

  Chapter Six

  It was a big day for Milan. Claire and Brent would meet face-to–face, accompanied by their lawyers. Milan felt Claire and he would come out on top that day. His private investigator had done some digging on Brent and at the end of the day, his soon to be ex-wife had signed no prenup.

  He couldn’t wait to move on from the matter due to his slight dist
aste for Claire; she was like a beautiful empty bottle to Milan.

  He checked his watch as he was twenty minutes early. No one else had arrived at the appointed location in the conference room in the building of Brent’s lawyer, but Milan was also waiting on Saharan to bring a file which contained a document he’d meant to bring.

  He’d called her and left a message, and he’d sent a text when she hadn’t called him back. All she had to do was collect the document from his secretary and bring it to him. Jeanette, who was an older woman, seemed to be fond of Saharan, more so for the younger woman’s work ethic.

  But so far, she hadn’t showed up.

  Milan would have to hit the points highlighted on the document off the cuff. He was agitated, and would deal with Saharan when he got back to the office.

  Instead, Lilly appeared five minutes before starting time.

  “Here you go,” she said, handing Milan the manila folder.

  “How come you’re here? Where’s Saharan?” Milan frowned. He didn’t like anyone dropping the ball. There must be a good reason, but Saharan hadn’t called in sick―at least not to his knowledge.

  “I’m not sure.”

  Milan could always sense a bullshitter. Lilly wasn’t telling him something. But there was no time to drill her, because Claire waltzed in at that moment. She was dressed demurely in a black pantsuit. Her makeup was flawless as usual, but the colors were muted. She looked fresh and her face depicted an innocence she no longer possessed.

  Milan was certain she’d stepped out on her marriage. Both she and her husband were two peas in a pod despite them not noticing their similarities.

  It was not a time to be distracted. Brent soon entered the room, followed by his lawyer.

  The meeting turned out to be shorter than Milan had expected. Claire didn’t get the yacht, but she did get the Mercedes and a nice sum of three million dollars, plus monthly child support for their kid. She also got the house, with Brent agreeing to move out within ninety days.

  She was ecstatic that Milan had by and large gotten her almost everything she’d asked him for.

  “You are definitely the best divorce lawyer in town! I’m telling all my girlfriends about you,” Claire said when they’d left the room.

  Milan smiled and she gave him a brief rub on the back. Then she opened her arms and gave him a warm hug. Milan got caught up in the moment and felt the good vibes. He hugged her back. “I must take you out to dinner to celebrate,” she said, her lips so close to his ear, he could feel her breath.

  Milan pulled back. “No, you really don’t have to.”

  Claire sighed in exasperation. “Mr. Hudson,” she began, her tone sterner than he’d ever heard before. “I can’t believe you don’t want to spend time with me, but I get the picture.” She arched an eyebrow. “You’ve made me nicely rich today, so I won’t take offense.” Claire took Milan’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “But you’re a beautiful-looking man if I must say, so…share yourself.”

  Milan laughed. Her words were awkwardly flattering.

  “You know where to find me if you change your mind about dinner. They’re nice girls around, despite the ugliness you may see in your line of work.”

  Milan gave a nod as Claire turned to leave. She walked to the elevator and pressed the button to go down to the lobby.

  “So you’re going to trade up that Lexus of yours?” Milan asked.

  Claire turned around. “Not a chance. My ride’s fully paid. I’m not as stupid as people think, Mr. Hudson.” She gave him a wink, causing Milan to smile broadly.

  She seemed more relaxed, like the weight of the divorce proceeding had been taking a toll on her. Milan, too, was glad it was over with.

  ***

  Back in his office, Milan had barely sat down for five minutes when his colleagues started popping into his office. They wanted to speak with him about their own upcoming cases, as well as those who congratulated on his recent success.

  When things had settled, Milan turned to the task at hand. He picked up his phone and dialed Jeannette. “Have you seen Saharan for the day?”

  “No sir.”

  “Did she call in sick?”

  “No sir.”

  “Have you contacted her?”

  “Ah…no−”

  Milan was now annoyed at his secretary. “I guess you really like this one, huh? You know the protocol.”

  “I’ll call her now.”

  “Don’t bother, Jeannette. I’ll do it.”

  He rested down the receiver, a little too forcefully so that it slammed.

  Knock. Knock.

  Lilly stuck her head around the door.

  Really, again?

  She’d taken off the jacket she’d had on earlier, revealing the tight white blouse she wore underneath. Her nipples showed.

  She closed the door behind her and walked to his desk.

  “Can I help you with something?”

  “Saharan no longer works here. I was thinking that I can work exclusively with you instead of having to deal with all these new summer people.”

  For a second, Milan was distracted by Lilly’s now protruding nipples. He shifted in his seat as his manhood started to respond. She’d been a good lay and liked props—handcuffs and edible foods like whipped cream and chocolate. But a one night stand turned into two nights, then three. And Lilly turned into a needy nuisance who always came into Milan’s office.

  He didn’t need anyone suspecting anything, and he regretted sleeping with her one time too many.

  It had allowed her to build up expectations.

  The last thing Milan had wanted was for Lilly to latch on to him. Now, it was clear, she hadn’t given up hope.

  “What do you mean Saharan no longer works here?” He asked.

  “I saw her leave your office the other night looking all hot and bothered, so I decided to have a little chat with her.”

  Fuck. He’d have to fix the mess Lilly had created.

  “Listen to me, expect Saharan here tomorrow. I will deal with whatever mess you’ve created. Why don’t you go back to work?” He was in no mood to entertain nonsense. Milan rose to his feet and walked toward her.

  Lilly tilted her head. “You wouldn’t want news of any impropriety to get out, would you?” She smirked like she was holding a spade in her hand.

  “Listen,” Milan’s face grew cold. He walked to within inches of her face. “I don’t know what it was you thought you saw, but nothing happened.”

  Lilly crossed her arms. “Of course you’d say that.”

  “But I know for a fact that you’re with Mr. Blackstone. And I think he’s a bigger fish than I and you wouldn’t want to jeopardize him, with his family and all.” Milan also knew that the law firm’s head was a notorious womanizer and vengeful. There was no way Lilly would risk the tables turning on her and her bloated lover.

  For the first time, Lilly didn’t seem so confident. She watched Milan with alertness.

  “I’m not interested in continuing anything with you. And you obviously like to have your cake and eat it too. I’ll keep my mouth shut, and you’ll get out of my office, otherwise both you and Mr. Blackstone will have a very bad day. Comprende?”

  “Of course, Mr. Hudson.” She turned sharply on her heels.

  “And don’t come back to my office unless it’s for business,” he called after her.

  Chapter Seven

  Milan knocked on Saharan’s apartment door, but got no answer.

  He sighed as he stared ahead, waiting to see if she might look through the peephole. He heard no movement―maybe she wasn’t home.

  I should’ve looked for her car in the parking lot.

  That was Milan’s plan. When he got back outside, he’d look to see if Saharan was home or not. He’d just reached the entrance to the apartment building when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He hesitated, but decided to get it. When he saw Saharan’s name on the screen, he halted.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi…Mil
an? This is Saharan.”

  “Yes I know. I was just at your front door.”

  “I was in the shower.”

  “Can I come up? I’m downstairs.”

  There was silence.

  Milan waited anxiously for a moment. “Look, I know what took place between you and Lilly. It’s been sorted out, so you don’t have to worry about her. Please let me in.”

  “Okay,” Saharan said finally.

  She opened the door as Milan had reached the sixth floor landing. She was wrapped in a white towel; Milan saw that there were still specks of water on her skin.

  Damn. She looks hot.

  “Let me just go change.”

  “Will you like me to join you inside?”

  Saharan bit her lip and smiled. But she didn’t answer, only shook her head. “I’ll be right back.” She retreated to her bedroom while he made his way to a fake leather couch.

  Part of him wanted to follow her. She’d have no need to dress with what he had planned for her. But it wouldn’t be appropriate, not now. They had to talk first.

  She came back out in a tank top and sweatpants. Milan licked his lips when he saw that her nipples peaked through.

  She’s not wearing a bra. There had to be a reason for that.

  He broke the silence. “Things this summer have turned out even better than I expected. I love working with you. You’re a quick learner, which has also benefited Jeannette.”

  She said nothing, and didn’t even crack a smile.

  “Did you have sex with her?”

  “Lilly?” Milan nodded. He wasn’t about to hide the truth, but he wasn’t keen on Saharan digging up his past either.

  She exhaled loudly.

  She’d remained standing, keeping a safe distance from him. Now, he stood and walked to where she stood next to a standing lamp.

  “Please.” He would be humble. “I have a lot of dirt on Lilly. She won’t be a problem to us. At least stay at the firm for the summer.”

  “I don’t know if I can hide my feelings for you.”

  “We’re consenting adults.”