Page 121 of Billionaire Bachelor

The first year that she worked here, I’d bedded several hot blondes, trying to squash my attraction to her. Unfortunately for me—and my dick—I was always left wanting in the end. So much so, that I’d stopped trying. Over the last twelve months, I’d had nothing but my hand and fantasies of my sexy-as-fuck assistant. To say that I was sexually frustrated would be a massive understatement.

The most aggravating part—besides the fact that she worked for me so I couldn’t go there—was that I knew she wanted me, too. I didn’t need to eavesdrop on this conversation to confirm that. I saw the longing looks she gave me when she thought I wasn’t watching. How often her eyes hungrily roamed my body. Hell, she was staring at my crotch like she wanted to swallow my dick just a few hours ago. When she gave me that look, it took every ounce of willpower that I possessed not to pin her to the conference table. The woman couldn’t stand me, no doubt, but she fuckingwantedme.

My ears perked up when I heard Miss Montgomery speaking again. “This fixation of mine is getting ridiculous, Syl. Why can’t I get him out of my head?”

“You know what I think?” Miss O’Hare replied through what I assumed was a mouthful of food.

“What?”

“You need to get laid. The last time was that cute guy from accounting, right?”

Whichguy from accounting?

Miss Montgomery groaned. “Yeah. Overa yearago. And that was underwhelming at best. The only reason I even got off was because I took matters into my own hand and started fantasizing about my stupid boss.”

“Ah, he does make great material,” Miss O’Hare laughed. “What about Flingr?”

“The dating app?” Miss Montgomery questioned. “I don’t know if online dating is really the right thing for me.”

“Why not? It’s perfect for someone like you.”

I could almost see Miss Montgomery’s brows pinching together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, calm down, Quinn. I was referring to how many hours you work. Online dating is pretty much the only way for busy professionals to meet someone outside of the workplace anymore. The only reason not to do it would be if you had your sights set on someone here.”

“I don’t know...” Miss Montgomery hedged.

“What harm would it do? Just download the app so you can at least browse the guys. You don’t need to make your profile public until you’re ready.”

Miss Montgomery sighed. “Okay, fine. It’s downloading.”

Her friend clapped. “We’re gonna get you laid by the weekend!”

“I didn’t say I was going to contact anyone!”

Miss O’Hare scoffed. “Sure you will. As beautiful as he is, masturbating to your boss cannot be your sole source of action. You need a real dick before the cobwebs set in. Now, what do you want your profile name to be?”

“Is it really that important?”

“Of course it is!” her friend insisted. “You need something intriguing. Something that suits you.”

There was a moment of silence before Miss Montgomery spoke. I could imagine her sexy little smile as she said, “What about Egomaniacs-Need-Not-Apply?”

Miss O’Hare snorted. “Oh my God, that’s perfect!”

“Right? I only have room for one massively self-absorbed person in my life and that guy pays me a shit-ton of money to put up with him. I’m sure as hell not going to spend time with someone like that for free.”

Both women laughed. I, however, hadn’t found her comment nearly as funny.

“As fun as this is, I’ve gotta get back so I can think of some more slogans,” Miss O’Hare said.

“God, he’s such an ass. That slogan is perfect.”

“Meh, I’m used to it by now. When has he ever accepted anything on the first try?”

“True,” Miss Montgomery agreed. “You wanna head downstairs with me to load up on caffeine first?”

“Sure. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.”