Hailey

He walks me to my bedroom but doesn’t go inside. He stands just outside the door. Guarding it as if anyone is going to walk in. I know exactly why he’s acting the way he is and I’m trying to keep my cool. He wants me in his bed. Not wanting me to smile at other men was a dead giveaway. The way he nearly growled at Mia’s boyfriend and covered my eyes. I know I should be freaking out, but why would I when I think about him every time I get a moment to myself. I’ve fantasized about the man. I look for something sexy to wear, then hop in the shower. He’s just going to have to wait. If he wants to pitch a fit, he can come in and wash my back. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m letting my virgin mind go there. Well, my mind isn’t a virgin. It’s been through various ways James could fuck me. I run my hands down my body, letting my fingers dip just a little lower and into my sweet spot. What kind of job did he want? I moan, picturing me on my knees taking his cock between my lips. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I always imagine myself with the skills of a porn star. I’m so close. I can’t stop the need to come.

“Hailey,” James calls out from the bedroom door. It sounds needy and it does the trick. I come. Hard as hell, I come. Hearing him say my name is all it takes. I’m leaning against the shower wall when I hear him outside my bathroom door.

“I’ve got to get to the office. Come on, woman.” His voice is gruff and sexy, and it turns me on all over again.

“I’m coming,” I call out.

“Sweetie, it sounded like you already did,” he grunts out.

I blush but don’t respond. Instead, I finish up and wrap a towel around me. I don’t have a clue what’s come over me, but I’m bolder than I’ve ever thought possible. Opening the bathroom door, I maneuver past him and into my closet.

“You’re pushing a fine line,” he mutters, staring at me from just outside the closet door.

“Says the guy who invited himself into my bedroom. Who took me from my job with the promise of a new one but won’t tell me where or what I’m supposed to be doing,” I counter while looking through my clothes, forgetting that I already set them out on the bed.

“You’re going to be my personal assistant.”

I twist my head towards him, then add, “Personal assistant? How personal?” My voice isn’t sweet or even interested. I got hit with a sudden level of jealousy and smallness that held no fun to me. I don’t know why I thought I would be special to this man. Maybe it’s because I’m young and naïve with a massive crush on him. “I’m not going to be your personal whore. Sorry. You can leave right now, Mr. Black.”

“Personal whore? That’s a bit rough. I can’t say that wanting you naked and under me isn’t what I want. And fuck, hearing you come in the shower was music to my ears,” he remarks with a knowing smirk. I guess I was pretty loud. “I’m not going to lie. I want you sprawled out on my desk, on my bed, and every place in between. But I’m not going to pressure you.”

I open and close my mouth, but nothing comes out. I reach around and grab my clothes. He turns around and crosses his arms so that I have a mediocre level of privacy. I like the slight privacy. As hungry as I am for him, this is all new to me.

“What is it that you want me to do?”

“Just get me some coffee or whatever I need you to do while I work.”

“Okay,” I murmur, slipping on the dress I picked out earlier. “Done,” I add before stepping around him in a short black dress with a light grey jacket. I slip on my black heels because I don’t have much to choose from. This is the only professional looking suit thingy I have. I’m not the kind of girl who dresses up and if I have to go to his office, I might as well try to pass as a professional assistant. Tomorrow’s Saturday, so I can go shopping before Monday.

“Did you pack some clothes for the next couple of days?” he asks, scanning my body up and down as if he’s a little disappointed with my clothing choice. Knowing that he’s got a crazy, territorial attitude with me, I’m taking this as a compliment.

“No, I’m sure my shift isn’t twenty-four hours. I plan to come home by seven.”

“If you think I’m letting you come back here with that frat boy with his little pecker eager to get in you, you’re fucking nuts.”

“And you think I’ve just got this disposable income to stay at a hotel?” I throw out. Fuck, the man is being a bit ridiculous.

“I didn’t say shit about a hotel. You’re moving in with me. As my personal assistant, you’ll need to be at my beck and call.” I gasp at his automatic assumption and demand. I can’t say I don’t want it, but damn, I can’t just let him control me…or can I? I think about my past. It’s not a great one. I’ve spent my last three years trying to live a life completely devoid of any contact with my family because words can be forgiven, actions are another story. It’s been a tough struggle to make it at twenty with no one to rely on. Can I trust James Black with my wellbeing? Am I tired of doing this all alone? My heart knows the answer is yes to the core, but the woman in me isn’t ready to concede to all of it.

“Fine, Mr. Black. I’ll move in with you, but it’s just work related.”

“For the time being. I know you’ve got no reason to trust me, but I want you to understand this…I’m in it for the long haul.” I see a bag packed on the floor that I didn’t pack myself. I reach for it, but he stops me and adds, “Better yet, leave this all here. I’ll have Henderson get this taken care of. I have to get to the office.”

“Okay.” I take my purse and he takes my hand, leading me out of my apartment and back into the SUV.

“Give me your keys,” he orders, holding out his hand.

“Here you go,” I say, dropping them in his palm because truthfully, I didn’t want to live there anyway.

“Henderson, I want her things removed from that place tonight. Nothing of hers remains.”

“Yes, sir.” He leans forward and hands the keys over to Henderson then we drive off. I take in his appearance at that moment. He’s fine as hell that’s a given. But he’s more than that. For a man his size, he seems agile. He sits back and catches me staring.

“Hailey, stop looking at me like that. I promised that I’d behave.”

“Sorry, I’m just…”

“Just what?”

“Curious about you,” I say, looking at the way his jaw tightens. His scruff is always sexy to me, but now I’m sitting as close as I’ve ever been to him.

I’m lost in thoughts of feeling his face rub between my thighs when he says, “I’m thirty, live in my own condo above my office, I’ve never been married, and I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to keep my promise.”

I giggle just lightly, but his eyes widen in surprise. “What’s wrong, Mr. Black?”

“That little sound is so damn cute.” His phone buzzes, and he raises a finger to tell me to pause our conversation. “Black,” he answers. “No, I’m on my way. I’ll be there for the meeting. Ms. Scott will be starting today. Do you have everything prepared for her? Good. I’m five minutes out.” He hangs up the phone and apologizes. “Sorry for interrupting. That’s my assistant Nancy.”

“Oh, am I replacing her?” I ask, giving him a scathing look.

“No, you’re not. Besides, she’s my sister-in-law and I’m the only one my brother trusts to work with her.”

“Well, then what do you need me for?” I question him. I can’t help feeling like he just wants me on his desk.

“She’s my admin. I need you to be my personal assistant.”

“I have a feeling you’ve made a fake position for me.”

“There’s nothing fake about a personal assistant. A lot of executives have them.” I hear the bullshit as he says it.

“So, is Nancy too high up on the totem pole to get you coffee?”

“No, but my brother has made that clear it’s not her job. Besides, I like when you make mine.”

“I don’t have the equipment to make it the same way I would there.”

“We’re here,” he interrupts. He gets out then takes my hand, helping me down. I’m not that short, but with the skirt and heels, it sure does help. He puts his hands on my waist and sets me down on my feet, then immediately lets me go.

We enter the building and he looks up slightly, scowling into the camera. “What’s that about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You just gave the camera a dirty look.”

“Just warning them to keep their eyes where they belong.”

“Wouldn’t they need their eyes on us and the front of the building? Do you do this with all the women you bring in to assist you?”

“I haven’t been with a woman in years. And no woman has been in my building for anything personal except Nancy, but she’s married to my brother Dean.”

“Well, then why are you giving them crazy looks?”

“Because you’re mine. Just because you aren’t ready for it doesn’t mean that it’s not the case.”

“How long am I going to be your assistant?”

“Well, always is what I’m going for.”

“Whatever. Let’s go. I don’t want to be blamed for making you late.”