Page 15 of 21 Nights with Billionaire Boss

I understand the thrill of one night of fun. Of having to forget. But when that’s over, you want it done with.

I debated if that’s what it meant to her and stuck with it. But I can only hold out for so long.

Today, I caved. Today, I decided to find her. It’s her last day here, the last chance to finish what we started so I can get her out of my head.

My intercom buzzes. I know it’s Ralph already. I don’t wait for Julia to speak.

I hold down the button. “Send him in.”

Ralph walks in.

I pocket my hands and plant my heels. Nothing would look more neurotic than me running across the room and grabbing him by the arms, shaking him, and asking him to tell me if she is here.

“Yes?” I raise an eyebrow.

“She’s outside.”

Fuck. My chest caves with relief. Inwardly, of course. Outside, I’m a statue, giving away nothing. “Send her in.”

I hold my stance, watching the door. Waiting. And then finally, finally, I’m rewarded.

The door creaks open and she steps in. Maddie makes eye contact immediately and her sharp gaze nearly makes me back away. She’s pissed.

Without taking her eyes off my face, she closes the door behind her and steps in, crossing her hands across her chest. “What do you want?”

Her words have a bite.

Good thing I’m prepared for her anger. “Have a seat.” I gesture to the visitor’s chair.

She eyes it and looks back at me. “Um, no? I have a plane to catch. I don’t have time to sit and chat.”

The purse of her lips juggles my memory. It looks just as it did when she had her mouth around my cock in the garden—full and red and delicious.

Her gaze shifts with my silence.

“We’ll stand and speak, then.” I step forward. “Maddie, it’s nice to meet you again.”

She says nothing.

“I hope Ralph wasn’t rough with you. I instructed him to be careful.”

“I’m fine.” Her eyes sweep up and down my frame and her anger drops a notch, replaced by another look I recognize. “Why am I here?”

“I have a proposal.”

Her eyes narrow.

“A job proposal.” I pick up the brown folder and hand it to her.

She collects it reluctantly. “I didn’t ask you for a job.”

“But I remember our conversation. You don’t have a job back home. And my assistant quit just recently. It will take at least three weeks to find someone suitable. I’m hoping you’d be willing to do the job till then.”

A frown pulls her brows together. “And this is?” She waves the folder.

“All the terms of the agreement if you’re to take this job.”

Throwing me a skeptical look, she flips open the folder. I watch her face, anticipating her reaction when she gets to the bottom of the page and sees the figure.