Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance)

by Adams,Claire

  "The Barrenjoey Lighthouse is actually the most northern point in Sydney," I said as we approached Palm Beach. "This is really a great place to have a summer home because the surfing is fantastic and you can also do some rock climbing on the sandstone boulders."

  "I'm sold," she laughed. "You're a very good travel guide. You know a lot about the areas you visit."

  "I like learning new things," I shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious about sharing so much with her. "And, it seems kind of disrespectful to be a part of a community that you know nothing about, you know?"

  "I know exactly what you mean!" she said as she squeezed my hand and smiled up at me. "I always feel like it's my responsibility to learn about the places I visit and become an informal ambassador."

  "Precisely," I said smiling back at her, liking the feeling of her hand in mine. "Plus, if I'm doing business in a place, it's much smarter to know the lay of the land and understand the culture and traditions so that I don't seem like a self-absorbed idiot."

  "Do you think that's because you didn't grow up with all this money and privilege?" she asked. It was a blunt question, but one that I'd spent a lot of time thinking about.

  "I think it's exactly that," I replied. "I know I'm not an insider by birth, so I feel doubly burdened to make sure that I do fit in and don't seem like a total outsider. Although, most of the time, I stay quiet and just listen."

  "But you're so talkative with me!" she said laughing. "You don't seem hesitant or shy at all."

  "That's what happens when I'm in the company of someone I feel comfortable with," I said, smiling warmly and feeling the intense heat passing between our hands. "I relax and just act like myself."

  "I'm so glad," she said quietly. "I feel the same way. Like I don't have to be guarded or scared. I feel like I could open up and talk to you about anything."

  "Then, tell me what you're going to do about your husband," I blurted out. I hadn't intended to be so blunt, but I wanted to know how someone as lovely and wonderful could stay with a man who would only drag her down.

  "I...I...I don't know," she said. When she pulled her hand away from mine and looked out over the water, I knew I'd said the wrong thing.

  "I'm sorry, Emily," I apologized. "I wasn't trying to upset you. I just don't understand how a guy like that gets so many chances. I have never understood it."

  "I guess I feel like we've been together so long that I kind of owe him the benefit of figuring out how to work it out." She shrugged. "I don't know, honestly. There's a part of me that thinks this is hopeless because he keeps screwing things up, but then there is the part of me that remembers when we were young and happy and how much we depended on each other for support. Plus, I don't want to let go of him when he's struggling with the injury. I'm not like that. I don't just throw people away."

  "I understand," I said, nodding. "But what happens if you can't turn it around?"

  "I don't know," she sighed. "I guess we'll divorce and sell the house and go our separate ways, but that all seems like such a big decision to make. I’m not sure I’m ready to do it."

  "I can imagine," I said wanting to reach out and take her hand again, but not daring to make such a move. "I'm sorry that you have such a hard decision to make."

  "Thank you, Austin," she said with a half smile that didn't reach her eyes. She looked sad as she stared out over the water, and I at that moment, all I wanted to do was find a way to make her smile again.

  "Alright, missy!" I said as I mustered a cheerful tone. "When we get back to my house, we're going to have a massage and then soak in the hot tub before we get dressed for dinner!"

  "Uh, Austin?" she said laughing lightly. "I didn't bring any clothes for a dinner date. All I have is the dress I wore on board and this bikini that you've so kindly lent me."

  "Oh, that's yours to keep," I said waving her off. "And I took the liberty of calling down to the shops and having them bring up a selection of appropriate dinner dresses, shoes, and accessories."

  "What on earth do you do all day?" she laughed. "It's like you don't have a real job, so you spend your time calling the shops and arranging for clothing for me to wear!"

  "I did have a little help," I sheepishly admitted. "The concierge at the hotel is really good at taking care of all of my personal needs."

  "And mine, too, it would seem," she laughed. "You're a piece of work, Mr. Morning!"

  I smiled as I reached out and slipped my hand around hers again. When she didn't pull away, my smile grew wider. We sat in companionable silence until the yacht pulled into the dock.

  "Um, Austin?" she said as we hopped off the boat. "I thought you said this was your house."

  "It is," I said as I looked at her confused.

  "This is not a house, my friend," she said in a low voice. "This is a mansion!"

  "Oh!" I laughed. "I guess I think of it as a summer house, but yeah, you're right. It's pretty big."

  "Pretty big does not even begin to describe it," she said, shaking her head.

  We climbed the stairs and entered the house from the back side. A few more steps inside and we were up on the main level of the house where the floor-to-ceiling windows gave us a panoramic view of the bay. Emily gasped as she looked around the room, and I tried to see it through her eyes. The living room was done in a modern style with light blond wood and white furniture that was low and had clean lines. I loved this room because it was so functional and comfortable, but it didn't scream out to be noticed. It was almost like the room disappeared into the water, and mornings in this room were some of the most spectacular things I'd ever seen with the sun rising up over the water casting a pinkish purple glow across the room before reaching its peak and throwing light in all the corners. I loved to come to this room in the early morning and drink my hot coffee while I watched the day arrive.

  We walked toward the front of the house and past the large open kitchen where the chef had laid out a light snack of fresh baguette, soft triple cream cheese and thinly sliced salami with some fresh seasonal fruit and vegetables. A frosty cold ice bucket held a bottle of crisp Shaw and Shaw Sauvignon Blanc. I pulled the cork and poured two glasses and handed Emily one.

  "Here's to new friends and fun adventures," I said as I held my glass up. "May there be more of both."

  "Indeed," she smiled as she clinked her glass against mine and then sipped. "Oh, this is delicious!"

  "Good, I'm glad you like it," I said smiling. "Bring it with you and I'll finish the tour."

  "I can't imagine what else there could be," she laughed. "This all seems like a fairytale, if you ask me."

  "I know what you mean," I replied. "I used to feel that way, too. It's fun to be able to see it all again through fresh eyes."

  I led her up the spiral staircase just outside of the kitchen to the upper level. It was a hallway that ran the entire length of the house with a lounging area overlooking the living room on one side of the hall and bedrooms and bathrooms on the other side. I showed her each of the rooms and she oohed and ached over them all. They’d all been planned and executed by an interior designer here in Sydney and as a result they reflected the beauty of the water and land. One room was blue and another was deep forest green with matching accessories. I loved that the designer had also matched the carpeting in each room to its particular color rather than trying to run the same color through the house. It had been extremely expensive to buy and install different carpeting in each room, but the effect was worth it. At the end of the hallway was the master suite.

  "Oh wow," Emily said as she looked from the enormous king-sized bed in the middle of the room covered in a duvet that looked like a cream-colored cloud to the sitting area that had four plump chairs with footstools positioned in front of a fireplace to the door that led to the massive master bath. It was done in cream-colored Italian tiles, the same color as the duvet cover, and had a tub that was large enough to accommodate a small army and a shower encased in glass that took up an entire wall.

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p; We walked out of the bathroom and across the bedroom to the dressing area, a space almost as large as the bathroom with beautiful custom-made cabinetry and a center island that doubled as a dress and a dressing table. Emily's eyes were wide as she turned and looked at me in disbelief.

  "You actually live here?" she whispered.

  "No, I just visit," I admitted. "I don't really have a reason to come here unless I've got guests in town, so I usually only stay here when my mother travels with me."

  "Or your lady friends?" she teased.

  "Honestly, no," I said very seriously. "You're the first non-family member I've brought here. I mean, sometimes I lend it out to my business associates and their families for vacations, but I haven't really spent a lot of time here. I haven't had a reason to."

  She looked at me for a long time before nodding and walking back out of the dressing area. I watched her standing barefoot in her bikini wrapped in the sarong she'd devised out of a scarf and thought I'd never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life, but when she turned and caught me staring at her, I shifted my gaze. "Are you hungry? Let's go eat something!"

  I thought I caught a fleeting flash of a smile crossing her lips as she nodded and headed towards the door. She stopped in the doorway and turned to say, "Thank you, Austin. You make me feel...special."

  I opened my mouth to say something when the phone in my pocket began frantically buzzing. I grabbed it and saw that it was Bax.

  "You head downstairs, I need to take this call," I said. "I'll be down in a minute." She nodded and headed out the door.

  #

  "What's up, Bax?" I said as I answered the phone.

  "Austin, you need to get over to the construction site. There's a huge problem with the crew," Bax said, not mincing any words.

  "What's the problem?" I asked.

  "It seems that a couple of Americans showed up and told the crew that they were being replaced next week," he said. "The crew is pissed and they're threatening to walk off the job."

  "What the hell?" I yelled into the phone.

  "I have no idea what happened, but you've got to get over there and do damage control before everything goes south," Bax said in a calm voice that irritated me.

  "You're awfully calm about this," I said.

  "Yeah, well, I've been dealing with it for an hour, so I guess I've used that time productively," he said grimly. "I've got the helicopter ready to pick you up wherever you are."

  "I'm at the Palm Beach house," I said. "How quickly can it get here?"

  Bax put me on hold as he consulted with the pilot then came back and said, "He'll be landing in fifteen minutes, be ready."

  "Bax, we need to put a stop to this," I said thinking about what Emily had suggested. "Draw up a contract that guarantees that we will not replace any workers with foreign imported workers at any point during the project and fax it to me."

  "Austin, do you think that's wise?" he asked with concern in his voice. "I'm not sure you can necessarily hold true to that promise. And, what if something goes wrong and you need foreign workers?"

  "I think it's the only way we're going to stop this stupid rumor and ensure that the work on the site doesn't get interrupted," I said. "Can you think of any other way? And think about it, Bax. If we nip it in the bud right now, then we don't have to spend the next two years flying back and forth to quash these rumors. Or at least, I won't have to be flying back and forth."

  Bax was silent on the other end and I couldn't tell if he was thinking or making arrangements, so I waited.

  "Okay, the contract is being prepared, I'll have it faxed to you within the hour," he said. "But for the record, I do not think this is a good idea."

  "Duly noted," I said. "Try to get it to me within thirty minutes. I'm going to be on site then and I want something in my hand that I can give the crew."

  "I'll do my best, boss," Bax said and then added, "Good luck."

  "Thanks, I'm going to need it," I replied and disconnected. I turned and walked into my closet where I quickly found a pair of jeans, a work shirt, and some boots. I pulled them on, ran a hand through my hair as I looked at myself in the mirror, and hoped that I looked more like a working-class guy than a super rich CEO. This was going to be a tough sell, but I knew that if I played my cards right, I'd win this round and Daniel and his team would be forced to back off the crew.

  I headed down to the kitchen and found Emily seated in the living room with the tray of snacks neatly positioned on the coffee table in front of her. She was nibbling on a piece of bread and cheese and sipping her wine, intently looking out at the water, and she didn't notice me enter the room. I stood looking at her for as long as I could, then quietly cleared my throat as I walked over to the couch and rested a hand on her head.

  "Hey there," I said. "Enjoying the view?"

  "Oh my, yes," she said quietly as she turned around to look up at me. "It's absolutely amazing. Are you going somewhere? You're dressed like you are."

  "Yeah, I have to take care of some urgent business," I said with an apologetic smile. "But I want you to stay here and enjoy yourself, okay? The masseuse will be here in about twenty minutes and he'll take you down to the massage room, then you can enjoy a sauna or soak in the hot tub, whatever you prefer."

  "This is crazy," she said shaking her head and laughing. "It's like I'm some kind of lady of leisure!"

  "Just enjoy it, okay?" I said. "Oh, and the room at the top of the stairs, the blue one, is yours. All the dinner dresses and things are up there, as well as pretty much anything else you could want. Just go check it out when you're done with your massage...or before. Whatever you prefer."

  "Wait, am I Belle?" she said with a serious look on her face.

  "Belle?" I asked confused.

  "Yeah, like Beauty and the Beast?" she laughed. "Are you locking me up in an ivory tower where I'll never be able to see my family again?"

  "Oh! No, I mean, I can have someone take you back to the hotel if you'd prefer it," I said suddenly self-conscious. "You're not trapped her at all."

  "I'm teasing you, Morning," she laughed. "You're such an easy target!"

  "That's mean," I laughed. "You're going to make me rethink everything I had planned!"

  "Like what?" she asked excitedly bouncing up and down on the couch. "What's planned?

  "Oh, you know, the usual, dinner, dancing, a trip to my basement dungeon," I rattled off the evening's activities.

  "The basement what?" she said as her eyes widened and she stopped laughing.

  "Turnabout is fair play, missy," I said with a grin. "You can dish it out but you can't take it!"

  "Oooooh! You're so bad!" She laughed as she yanked a pillow off the couch and lobbed it at my head.

  Just then, I heard the whirring of the helicopter blades as it set down on the landing pad on top of the house. I looked up and then back at Emily. "I gotta run! Be back as soon as I can! Enjoy yourself and relax!" I shouted as I sprinted up the stairs and headed to my ride.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Emily

  After Austin left, I sat on the couch looking out at the water, sipping wine and thinking about his question. What was I going to do about my marriage? I had meant it when I had told him that I wasn't someone who just walked away from people, and my mother's words still echoed in my ear: "That's what marriage is all about, baby," she had said. "You stick with it whether or not it's what you signed on for, and you find a way to make it work."

  I didn't want to abandon Tommy, but I also knew that he had a serious problem, one that he didn't seem willing to address, and now I'd caught him cheating. I wondered what my mother would have to say about that. Was I supposed to stand by my man while he ran around with other women and made a fool of me?

  I sheepishly looked around the living room and thought about how maybe what I was doing was simply justifying my own desire to have an affair with Austin. There was no doubt in my mind that he was attracted to me and that I was incredibly attracted to him. He wa
s handsome, smart, down-to-earth – and being incredibly wealthy didn't hurt matters. I liked him a lot and I felt incredibly drawn to him. There was something about him that felt so familiar and comforting, while also sparking the attention of all of the nerve endings in my body.

  When I was near him, all I wanted to do was touch him and get closer, but I held back because I knew that I wasn't in a place where I could make a logical rational decision about the whole thing, and I was scared of being swept up in feelings that I couldn't make sense of or follow through on. I had to figure out what to do about Tommy before I could start something new with Austin, but I needed back up, so I texted Trish.

  Em_Flies: Hey you, what's up?

  RedBird: Princess! Where R U?

  Em_Flies: Wouldn't believe if I told U.

  RedBird: Tell me anyway.

  Em_Flies: His mansion.

  RedBird: Mansion, mansion?

  Em_Flies: Yep. Call you later?

  RedBird: Call now

  Em_Flies: Can't. Going to have a massage.

  RedBird: Posh Princess, very posh. Call me when ur done!

  I walked down the stairs to the massage room where a man with muscles larger than my thighs waited with a warm towel and a bottle of massage oil.

  "Hi, I'm Emily," I said quietly so as not to disturb the calm in the room.

  "Hello, Emily, I'm RJ," he said as he offered his hand. "I'll be your masseuse today. If you'd like to step into the bathroom and change out of your suit and wrap this towel around you, I'll set up the room and then we can get started."

  "Okay," I said and stepped into the bathroom. I took off my suit and hung it over the bar next to the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around myself before stepping back out into the room.

  "Come on over and lay face down." RJ smiled as he gestured to the table. I did as he instructed and soon he was rubbing the warm oil into my skin as he worked out the knots in my muscles. I listened to the quiet music playing and let myself drift on a wave of relaxation as I felt the tension leaving my body. When RJ was done, he helped me up off the table and walked me to the sauna where I lay on the bench feeling the heat leech the rest of my stress out of my body. When the timer went off, RJ appeared and led me to the cool tub where I hopped in and felt the refreshing water make my skin tingle before hopping back out and slipping into the robe that RJ had left hanging on a hook next to the tub. I thanked him and climbed the stairs back up to the second level where I peeked in the blue room and saw that Austin had not only filled it with beautiful dresses, but also a wide array of things designed to entertain and delight me.