Bossy Billionaire: A Billionaire Boss Romance

by Angela Blake

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Bossy Billionaire

  A Billionaire Boss Romance

  By Angela Blake

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  BOSSY BILLIONAIRE

  Chapter One

  “Damn it, Alexa,” Josh whispered as he looked at me one more time. I was naked, wet from the shower, reaching for the towel hanging on his bedroom doorknob. “How the fuck did I end up sleeping with a hot bitch like you?”

  Alexa smiled as she wrapped herself in the towel then said “You saw me on the dance floor, approached and said you couldn’t even believe I was real.”

  “I still don’t,” Josh told her. He lay on his bed, his manhood throbbing for her to see. “You’re so fucking hot, like a unicorn.”

  “Why, thank you,” Alexa replied as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached back and played with his toes. “I do have to go though.”

  Josh’s face curled with an expression of longing, “Will I see you again? Can I drive you home?”

  Alexa looked back and shrugged, “Maybe you’ll see me at the same club, on the same dance floor.”

  “Dancing with a different man,” he finished. He sat up and stroked her back with his fingertips, “You’re cruel, you know that? You’re really cruel.”

  “No, darling,” she said. “You just can’t put a leash on a unicorn, baby.”

  ***

  Back home, Alexa took another bath. She loved the feeling of hot water on her skin. She spent another fifteen minutes resting in the bath tub, listening to music on her phone while she relaxed and tried to figure out what to do next.

  At twenty-seven years old Alexa had already achieved everything she could desire. She had a great job working as a secretary for the Vice President of the biggest insurance company in the country and she already owned a decent home and car. With long legs, blonde hair and blue eyes she could quit any day and work as a model or just hook guys in and make them support her for the rest of her life.

  The problem was that she was getting bored. Getting drunk and sleeping with hot guys was becoming a routine for her and it was starting to lose its bite. She wanted something more.

  “Fuck,” she whispered to herself when she couldn’t even think of where to go for the night. “Maybe I should stay at home and watch crap on Netflix.”

  But first, there was work to finish. After she took her bath Alexa went straight to her desk and laptop and started working on a few spreadsheet documents. The company was getting a new Vice President soon and she was still going to serve as secretary so it was important she could get the new guy up to date. Transitional periods were always difficult to handle and this would be no different.

  She was used to it, however, having worked for multiple employers in the past three years in the same company. Most guys that reach this position were old and ready to retire in a few months’ time. It was a rarity to see one under fifty and still capable of running a company for more than a few years, especially one as big as Star Insurance Global.

  Her current boss was already in his late seventies and was retiring in just a few more days. She would miss him. Alexa actually liked how sweet he was to her. Old Jim wasn’t a pervert or anything like that and genuinely treated her like a professional. It was only when they were having lunch out of the office that he joked around. Even in those moments, she felt comfortable with him, like she was his daughter.

  “File this here, attach this there,” she whispered as she worked. She logged back in to her YouTube account and played music videos while working. The beat gave her a rhythm to work with and she finished her job quicker than she anticipated. When everything was saved in her USB flash drive she tossed it into her hand bag, took off her clothes, and went to bed.

  Chapter Two

  “Alexa’s here,” Janet said as she opened the reception hall doors.

  Alexa walked right in and greeted everyone with a big smile on her face. She was wearing a tight black dress and six-inch high heels but she wore the little outfit with pride. She knew she had an amazing figure and with all eyes on her she knew she stole the moment. It was the perfect entrance.

  She waved at Janet and then walked on to greet Old Jim, who was still staring at her with a warm look of affection.

  “Have a happy retirement,” Alexa told him as she hugged him and kissed him on the cheeks. She then handed him a small box, neatly gift wrapped with a pink bow on top, and took a seat right beside him. “I’ll miss all our conversations over lunch.”

  “I’ll miss them too,” he replied as he began opening the gift. “Now I’ll be stuck at home watching reruns of shows older than I am.”

  Alexa laughed and watched the old man. She had given him a locket with their pictures inside. The look on his face was something she’d never forget.

  “You’re so sweet, my dear,” Jim said as tears began to well up around his eyes. “I will miss you.”

  “I miss you already,” Alexa told him. She then looked up and observed the people going about, dining and chatting while the company president, Denver, was at the podium talking about all the good times he’s had with Jim. Alexa flagged a waitress passing by and took a glass of wine. It was a tad bit too sweet but still delicious and warmed her to the bone.

  Jim then tapped her on the shoulder, “Have you met the guy they hired to take my place?”

  “No, not yet,” Alexa answered as she smacked her lips and placed the glass down on the table. “I hear he’s really good, though.”

  Jim raised an eyebrow and nodded, “I have to agree, he is. He used to work for that Japanese electronics company and pulled them back up just four months after they declared bankruptcy. Right before Denver pulled him to our side he was also in negotiations to work for Apple.”

  “Impressive,” Alexa shrugged. All old guys that had some sliver of intelligence could succeed in this field. “I mean, he has got to have a large list of triumphs at his age, right?”

  “Oh, he isn’t an old wolf,” Jim said to her surprise. “Gary’s twenty-eight or twenty-nine, I think.”

  What? That was a shocking blow for Alexa’s mind. “Wait, you mean he’s my age?”

  “Can’t believe it?” Jim asked. He then pointed to the direction right behind her, “You better believe it, little lady, he’s here now.”

  Alexa spun around and saw a man standing five feet behind her, holding a wine glass and chatting with some of her officemates. He was l
ean and tall, roughly six feet and three inches if she were to guess, and had a nice tan that went with the autumn-brown color of his hair. He had a neatly trimmed beard and thin, sharp lips. He almost looked Mediterranean if not for the deep blue hue of his eyes and the New York accent.

  “That’s him?” Alexa silently mouthed to Old Jim. Jim nodded back and then raised a hand to call Gary to their table. Alexa panicked and tried to put Jim’s hand down but the young Vice President-elect had already noticed and immediately took a seat right beside her.

  “Gary de Saint, meet Alexa Summers,” Jim introduced one to the other.

  Alexa shook Gary’s hand, “Wow, that’s a grip.”

  “Sorry,” Gary said, all the while his eyes locked onto hers. “I’m just used to giving more pressure.”

  That was a weird thing to say, Alexa thought. Maybe he likes to work on cars. “Congratulations on the new position.”

  “Congratulations that I retired,” Old Jim butt in. All three laughed.

  “He is right, though,” Gary commented as they listed to the speech. “I wouldn’t be here without Jim letting go of his seat.”

  Denver then called out Jim to give a speech of his own. Old Jim looked back at Alexa and Gary, gave them a wink and then wobbled his way up to the podium where he began greeting everyone and thanking everyone for attending.

  “I’m going to miss that old man,” Alexa told Gary.

  “I hear he was nice,” Gary said. “I guess now we’re going to be working together.”

  Alexa sipped her wine and looked back at him, “Yes, I guess we are. I hope you got the files I sent in two days ago.”

  “I did,” he replied. “I already went through them. You do amazing work. It’s no wonder Jim managed to get by even at his age. You should take some credit.”

  She laughed at the suggestion, “Nobody credits the secretary.”

  “Secretaries have their own rewards,” Gary said in a sly tone which quickly got her to gaze at him in wonder. “Everyone needs a reward now and then, especially when being as diligent as you.”

  “Show me,” Alexa told him. “I haven’t met a single person who knows how to give me what I want.”

  Gary smirked in amusement and said, “What do you want?”

  Alexa leaned in closer and whispered to him, “Everything.”

  Chapter Three

  Out in the parking lot Alexa took Gary’s coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. She tried hard to stop shivering in the autumn cold and when he offered her a cup of coffee she quickly took it and drank.

  “Careful, you’ll burn your tongue,” he warned her. “Want a ride home?”

  She shrugged, “What about my car?”

  “We work here,” he reminded her. “I don’t think the guard will flag us for leaving it here overnight.”

  Alexa couldn’t argue with that. She then pointed at his car, a black sports car that probably cost more than her whole house, “Not so subtle, eh?”

  Gary chuckled and unlocked the doors, “I always dress to impress and that also translates to my car, my house and what kind of places I go.”

  She pondered about that statement for a bit as she stepped inside the passenger seat, “Not going to let the world dictate your limits, that kind of thing?”

  He shook his head and said, “I’m just a perfectionist.”

  “That’s why you’re the rich boss and I’m the secretary,” Alexa commented. “There is a difference between excellent work and perfect work. For the most part I’m just happy with excellent as long as my boss pays me all the same.”

  “I like perfect work,” Gary pointed out. He then smiled at her, “I’m the perfectionist.”

  Alexa shrugged back, “My excellent work is better than everybody else’s definition of perfect.”

  “And yet still single,” he cut in. He glanced at her as he took a right turn. “How is the perfect girl still single? Is every guy boring or scared of approaching you?”

  She caught him glancing at her as he drove and it brought a wrinkle of a smile, “Both, I guess. The smart ones try to impress but they end up falling short and the good hot ones are too scared to talk to me or get into something serious.”

  “You’re a girl that lives on the edge,” he told her. “I think I know what can spark some fire in your eyes.”

  “You can be the richest billionaire on the planet – which you might be, as a matter of fact – but all that cash isn’t going to buy me what I want,” she promptly stated.

  Gary waved a finger in denial, “I’m not saying I can buy your attention. You’re not a cheap whore or anything.”

  Those were some strange words to say to a secretary, especially on the first night out following a party celebrating an old man’s retirement. At least he said she wasn’t a cheap whore.

  “So what am I?”

  “You’re a girl on top of the world. You need a firm hand. You need a man who can pin you down and take you places you wouldn’t normally risk stepping into. You need to surf the dangerous life.”

  “That sounds interesting,” she had to admit. They were finally in her neighborhood and just a few blocks away from her home. “Would you care to show me this dangerous world when we get together in the office?”

  Gary did not immediately reply. He just smiled and kept his silence as he slowed down and followed her hand gestures to find her place. When he finally parked in front of her driveway he turned to her and said, “We’ll need to go to my other office in order to fully explain.”

  Chapter Four

  “Here are the documents you requested,” Alexa told Gary a few days later as she handed him a stack of papers. “I got the petition files you asked for yesterday and all the records of the elderly patients in that hospital from downtown are in there too.”

  He looked up from his computer screen and smiled back at her, “Thanks. That was quick.”

  “I just don’t like sitting by idly,” she replied.

  “Well, we still have an hour before we can leave this place. Care to spend it here with me?”

  Alexa shrugged and took her business coat off, placing it on top of a spare chair next to his desk. She then dragged it beside him and sat there with Gary, “I got nothing better to do. So, are you going to let me in?”

  “In on what?”

  She nudged him with her elbow, “You know, that dangerous life thing you mentioned that night after the party.”

  His eyes lit up with excitement. He then looked around the office, “You don’t think anyone is going to walk in here, right?”

  “Not without calling my desk number first,” she told him. “My extension comes before yours.”

  “Good, scoot up here.”

  Alexa grabbed her seat and inched closer to him. She watched patiently as he took out a key from his wallet and fumbled with his desk drawers. It took him a while but she waited quietly. As he moved around she couldn’t help but notice he had a tattoo hiding underneath his collar, at the back of his neck. She could also tell he was pretty muscular judging by the way his clothes rippled and folded around his body. It almost got her excited to see what he looked like without his suit on.

  “Here,” he whispered as if he was keeping a deep, dark secret. He unlocked the bottom-most drawer and after fumbling about for five minutes he pulled something out. It wasn’t exactly what she thought it would be.

  Alexa expected a condom. She expected a skimpy dress he’d make her wear. She expected a bottle of champagne or lacy underwear or a sex toy. Instead, he pulled out a black blindfold and handcuffs with pink fur.

  Her jaw dropped.

  “Never worn these, before?” he asked.

  Alexa shook her head. “Never met a boy as bad as you.”

  “Dangerous,” he muttered softly as he passed them to her, allowing her to get a real feel.

  She liked how soft the cuffs felt. They didn’t feel anything like the cold, metal cuffs police officers use during arrests. Maybe they wouldn’t be too difficult to
wear. It would make things extra exciting as well.

  “Just for the record,” she finally managed to say, “I’m not going to be some kind of slave like in those weird porn videos. Or that horrible movie with Elle Fanning.”

  “Playing with the dangerous nightlife isn’t about pleasing me,” he told her. “It’s about exploring your limits and getting high on dancing with that risk.”

  “So you’re saying that by submitting, with my eyes blindfolded and my hands tied down, I’m the one being rewarded and not you?”

  Gary nodded.

  “How did you get into this kind of stuff?” she just couldn’t stop the questions from flooding out of her mouth. “Why did you get into this kind of stuff? You’re a billionaire under the age of forty.”

  “You expect me to be like Bruce Wayne, screwing random girls every weekend and masquerading as a vigilante at night?” he responded. He did have a point, however. When you’re that rich you need to get a hobby or get bored doing nothing with all the money.

  Alexa still wanted to unravel the mystery, “That’s not a legit answer.”

  “My first time was when I was seventeen,” he finally explained as he leaned back on his chair. “She was this smoking hot girl from Hong Kong and we were spending time together at a tennis club. We were out drinking, having a good time and then we ended up back in my room. She took my belt, asked me to tie her to the bed posts and take charge of things.”

  “Never looked back ever since?”

  He shook his head, “I don’t regret it. It’s brought a strange sensation for me. I like it.”

  “Torturing hot girls?”

  “Giving girls a sense of elation,” he corrected. “There’s nothing like fucking a girl already high on lust.”

  His words were digging deep into her mind and that bothered her. Why couldn’t he just be a simple idiot like Josh? Why didn’t he just ask to buy her a dress, drinks and then fuck? Why couldn’t he just be the kind of guy who would promise to make her life better with all his money and then leave her after fucking for a few nights in a row?