by Abby Wilkes
Table of Contents
Prolog
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Copyright © 2017 by Abby Wilkes
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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The Billionaire’s Intern
by
Abby Wilkes
Content
The Billionaire’s intern
PROLOGUE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Prolog
Erik
Little Miss Lacey turns her back to me and walks away, seductively swinging her curvy hips as she makes her way back to her office.
She knows that I’m watching her, she must know. Lacey may radiate purity and an innocence that’s inherent to girls like her, but there’s nothing innocent about the way she’s moving her hips right now.
But the reason for her enticing movement evades my understanding. Is she flirting with me? Is she trying to present her most attractive self to me, because I’m the boss? What is she after? Me? Or just a good reference for her internship with us?
I have to admit, I was reluctant to accept the application of a 19-year-old college freshman. We’ve always had interns at our agency, but most of them can boast more experience and references than Lacey could at her young age. It’s only her talent that convinced us to give her a chance. She wrote the best motivational letter I’ve read in a long time. Plus, she’s smart, she’s diligent, she’s a good writer, and she showed a good sense for marketing. She has everything that’s needed to succeed in this business, except for the experience and the network.
But everybody has to start somewhere, right? I knew there was a certain risk involved when accepting her, but I didn’t expect this kind of dilemma.
I didn’t expect to become attracted to her like this.
I didn’t expect to find myself lusting after her tight, young body every time I see her.
And I didn’t expect to have my pulse dash the way it does when she looks at me, with her eyelashes fluttering nervously.
She’s so much younger than me. I never knew younger girls were my thing, especially this young.
And I’m her boss. She’s my intern.
It would be wrong on too many levels to even consider this.
Or would it?
What if she wants it, too?
Why would she look at me like this, biting her lower lip every time she poses a question, swinging her luscious hips like that when she walks away from me?
I feel her calling for me. Calling for me to take her, strip of those good girl clothes, the light-colored blouse and the tight-fitting pencil skirt, and reveal the naughty girl underneath.
I tear my eyes away from her, shaking my head as if I could erase my dirty thoughts just like that.
Of course, I can’t.
Little Miss Lacey will fuel my desires every day as long as she’s here—and there’s only so much I can handle.
Chapter 1
Lacey
This place is perfect for me in so many ways. I always had confidence in my skills and I know I’ve done everything right. I have good grades, despite having to work part time next to college, and I made sure to spent my first summer off with an internship that can get me ahead.
I’m focused. I’ve always been the good girl, diligently doing my homework while other girls are spending their time chasing boys across campus. I’m doing everything I can to succeed in this business.
But still, I keep hearing it left and right. You want to work in a creative field? Media? Advertising? Maybe even journalism? Forget it, darling. Everybody wants that! And there's only so many who can actually do it.
Well, who says I can't be one of them? I’ll try, that's for sure. And I think I’m headed in the right direction. Even if this is just an internship, hardly paying enough for my rent and only lasting for as long as my summer break. At least it’s at one of the biggest advertising agencies in town.
The teams are landing some pretty big accounts around here. But sadly, I’ve never really been involved in any of the big projects.
Now, only a couple weeks before my internship comes to an end, I want to grab the chance and see the magic happen at least once. Ms. Kingsley, the only female senior copywriter at our agency, is about to give her team's presentation in front of one of the biggest clients this agency has ever seen. And I want to be a part of it, at least sit in the same room.
This one would be killing two birds with one stone. I could witness a real pitch happening—and I could see it happen in front of Jax Levington, one of the hottest bachelor billionaires around. Not your average client, but also one who’s known to be strict and not easily impressed. I would love to see how they try to catch him. And I'd like to see how Ms. Kingsley deals with a client like him.
I’ve known about the date and time of the presentation for a while now, but haven't dared to ask, yet. I’m not even sure if it’s appropriate. And it's not like I ever talked much with Ms. Kingsley before. She’s always so busy and I don't want to be a bother to her.
So I do the next best thing and ask the person I feel closest to in this office. That person happens to be the boss, Erik Cooper. He’s a bit older than the Levington guy who’s coming to our agency next week—but equally hot.
Mr. Cooper is about fifteen years older than me, which makes him one of the youngest in his position. He’s been leading this agency for about two years—and did I mention he’s freakishly hot? My core throbs with nervous heat every time I’m near him.
It’s not just his impeccable looks, but just everything about him. His demeanor is so decisive, so calm and secure. So unlike the silly high school and college boys that I’m used to. He’s a grown up, a confident, sexy man who knows what he wants.
And yet he has his cute little quirks that give him a boyish charm that is rare. He likes origami, folding paper the Japanese way. Helps him think, he says. I noticed the little paper cranes on his desk the first time I came into his office, and when he saw me looking at them, he gave me one as a welcome gift. I still have it sitting on my desk as a lucky charm.
"Mr. Cooper?" I ask, knocking at his door. It’s ajar, as it often is. I’ve always wondered why. Maybe he wants to eavesdrop on what’s going on outside in the hallway. Or he’s lonely. Or maybe he doesn't really mean to leave it half open like this, but it just happens, because his door is somewhat broken?
"Yes?" I hear him say.
I cautiously enter his office, just to find him folding paper cranes at his desk again.
He’s looking sharp and handsome as always. Maybe it's his wealth that turns me on so much? Am I really that shallow? Just because he's wearing those exquisite suits and understated but expensive watches, and is always perfectly groomed, with his full, dark hair
combed to the side and a three day stubble gracing his sharp jaw… He looks up at me through his intense, gray eyes, raising one eyebrow with patient curiosity.
How can a man like him not be married?
Maybe it's because of his weird quirks. I look at the paper cranes on his desk and can't help but wonder what his home must look like. Who know what else helps him 'think.'
"Lacey! How can I help you?" he asks. He doesn’t let go of the half folded crane in his hand. "Everything okay?"
"Yes, sure," I hurry to reply. "I just have a little question… or a request."
He cocks his head to the side. "A request?"
I take a deep breath. Pull yourself together girl, there’s no reason to be shy now.
"I was wondering if you think it would be okay for me to sit in on the Levington presentation next week?" I finally dare to ask.
He looks at me in anticipation, as if he’s waiting for some kind of explanation.
So I give him one.
"It's just that…" I utter, "I’ve never seen a real pitch happening, and my internship is about to end. I would really like to see it. I would be quiet and just observe silently!"
Mr. Cooper looks at me for another moment, then he shrugs his shoulders. "I don't see a problem with that. But don't you think that Ms. Kingsley would be the person to ask? She's leading the team, after all."
I nod. "Yes, sure. I will ask her. I just wanted to check in with you first."
He smiles at me, almost lovingly. For a split second, I catch myself thinking about it. What it would be like to kiss those lips, to be held in his strong arms, to be led by him, serve him in a way that I know only certain people enjoy. Dominant men. I wonder if he’s one of them. He certainly sends out that vibe…
"Go ask her then," he says. "Like I said, I don't see a problem with it. And I’m sure Ms. Kingsley will be okay with it, too. If you ask her nicely."
He winks at me during that last sentence. My heart jumps, making me think all kinds of inappropriate ideas. Time for me to get out of this office—as soon as possible.
"Thank you, Mr. Cooper," I hurry to say, before I slip through the door, leaving it ajar behind me as I hurry through the hallway, heading towards Ms. Kingsley's office.
Of course Mr. Cooper was right. She is cool with it, especially after I played the whole 'female role model' card. I knew that would do the trick. It’s not completely untrue, but I might have exaggerated the whole thing a little to flatter her. And it worked.
I let out a deep sigh of relief as I retreat to my cubicle. It only felt right to ask Mr. Cooper for permission before going to Ms. Kingsley, but I still wonder about myself. I know there was no apparent reason to ask him first.
It’s as if I keep looking for excuses to talk to him.
Chapter 2
Erik
My eyes follow as young Lacey turns around, swinging her small hips as if she’s trying to entice me. She’s just my type, blond, innocent, quiet, and smart, with big blue eyes and pouty pink lips that I can’t help but imagine wrapped around my length.
The thought of her on her knees in front of me calls my cock to attention. It happens every time this girl appears in front of me, her eyes wide in wonder and with that delicious fear suitable for her young age.
That’s the only thing that bugs me about her. Her age. She’s legal, but so much younger than me. I’ve never felt attracted to a girl with such a large age difference. It feels wrong, painted in all the wrong colors of taboo.
Delicious taboo.
“Fuck,” I hiss, as my cock pushes against its fabric cage, hungry for her young, tight pussy.
Of course, that’ll never happen. Not only is she way too young for me, but also off limits due to her position at my agency. I wouldn’t want to risk neither her nor my reputation for a simple fuck. I can restrain myself, for God’s sake.
I push my silly cock back in place, shifting on my seat as I finish folding the crane I was working on before she showed up.
I need to erase her image from my head. Those big eyes, looking at me, pleading for permission she knows she doesn’t need. Her excessive respect toward me is another thing that I just can’t get over. I may be her boss, but I’m not her immediate superior, and I sure as hell don’t have to decide on every single move she’s making in this agency.
It’s almost as if she just showed up in my office to taunt me, wearing that cute little skirt, her blond hair tied up in a ponytail, making her look so much younger than she already is.
She’s fucking pretty, and she must know that. I bet the boys on campus go crazy for this little freshman. It would surprise me if she didn’t have a boyfriend. A young stud who plays varsity football and fucks her like a young boy would fuck his girl. Fast, impatiently, taking her dainty body with a verdant greed that is distasteful.
That’s not how I would devour her. That’s not how a girl like her should be relished.
I would tease her, letting her undress slowly, while taking in the view of her tight, young body. She’d become nervous under my watch, trying to cover her private parts, while I order her to leave them on display for me. She’d be scared, because she only knows boys and how they attack her delightful body. She wouldn’t know how to handle a patient man like me, who takes her in without even touching her, who takes his time in approaching her and slowly but surely overpowers her.
I wouldn’t want to eat her alive, ravaging like a young bull. I would taste her bit by bit, inch by inch, only suggesting a touch here and there until she begins to shiver with lust.
I would make her beg.
I would make her go down on her knees, begging for my cock, begging for me to fuck her, while her young pussy drools with need.
That’s how little Lacey needs to be treated.
If only she weren’t my intern.
Chapter 3
Lacey
When the day has come and the presentation is finally about to happen, I’m sitting among the team, slightly offside, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.
And I’m extremely relieved not to be the one who has to lead this project. I’m nervous just sitting in the same room with Mr. Levington and his entourage. The tension is almost unbearable and I couldn't even imagine being the one standing at the front like Ms. Kingsley does. All eyes are on her and I can tell she’s nervous as well.
She appears to make an impression on Mr. Levington. It's hard to tell with that guy, because his face seems to be incapable of displaying visible emotions. It would drive me mad if I was Ms. Kingsley. Unlike normal people—and everybody else in the room—he doesn't give her anything to work with, and for a while I can actually see her giving up on interacting with him. She avoids eye contact with him for a while and instead addresses members of his team, until she appears to remember that this might be unprofessional.
It’s fun to watch actually, but even I have to take a deep breath after this presentation is over and the Levington entourage has finally left our building.
I’m surprised to even be invited back to Mr. Cooper's office to celebrate when we find out that Mr. Levington did actually choose our agency for his new advertising campaign.
There's champagne and a group of very happy—and very relieved—people, clinking glasses on a successful pitch, and I’m in the middle of it, happy with them, even though I’ll be leaving the agency in just a few days.
I remain in Mr. Cooper's office after everybody else has left, to clean up a little and make sure that there's nothing left after the little celebration. These kinds of things are part of my job, and it also provides me with an opportunity to thank him again.
But he’s way ahead of me.
"So, what did you think?" he asks, as I start collecting the empty glasses the employees have left in his office.
I turn around to see him standing right behind me, awkwardly close, with his hands buried in his suit pants’ pockets, displaying his usual stance of confidence.
"It was great!" I reply. "Thank you
for encouraging me to ask Ms. Kingsley to let me join. I learned a lot."
He casts me a smile.
And then he says something awkward.
"Good girl."
That phrase. My heart gets carried away, pausing for an inappropriate jump. I freeze for a second and look up at him. Our eyes meet, just for a split second, before both of us shy away almost simultaneously.
Damn. What the hell was that?
I hurry to collect the remaining glasses. It's time for me to get out of here, before he notices my fluttering heart.
"You don't have much time left with us, do you?" Mr. Cooper asks, after a few minutes of awkward silence have passed.
I place the last glass on a tray with the others and pause for a moment to look at him.
"Yes," I say. "Next Friday will be my last day."
He nods. "That's what I was thinking."
I wait for a few moments to see if he wants to say something, but he just looks down at his desk contemplatively. He clears his throat just as I’m about to pick up the tray and leave the room.
"We should have a little goodbye party for you," he says. "On Thursday afternoon or early evening."
I look at him, puzzled.
"No?" he asks. "You don't like the idea?"
I shake my head. "No, I’m just surprised. I didn't think interns would get goodbye parties… After all, I've just been here for a few months."
"We don't do it for all interns," Mr. Cooper says, winking at me. "Just for the good ones."
"Oh." I feel the blood rush to my cheeks. "Thank you, that’s very nice of you to say."
Mr. Cooper shakes his head and walks over to his chair.
"I'm not being nice," he says, as he sits down on his office chair. "Just stating the truth. You’ve shown excellent efforts during your time, everybody’s told me that."
I smile. "I’m glad to hear it."
"Do you already have plans for the time after this internship?" Mr. Cooper wants to know. "Any other internships lined up? Or a job offer, even?"
