I've fallen in love with my billionaire boss. but all he wants to do is hurt me...
I've never had a guy hate on me the way my boss does.
And as much as I wish I could say this is a classic case of "the more you hate, the more you love" (Edward and Bella, hello?)...
I think this is just going to be another clichéd story of a young, broke secretary falling for her handsome older billionaire boss.
Or so it seems that way at first...until I find out he's only bedded me for revenge.
And as much as I wish I could say this is a classic case of "the more you hate, the more you love" (Edward and Bella, hello?)...
I think this is just going to be another clichéd story of a young, broke secretary falling for her handsome older billionaire boss.
Or so it seems that way at first...until I find out he's only bedded me for revenge.
It was an unusually breezy Friday afternoon in September, and I had been about to lock up and leave when I received a text from Dmitry. He had never texted me before this, and I had an even bigger shock when I finally read his message.
I need you to order dinner for two. Choose whatever you think's good.
My knees knocked against each other, and I collapsed back into my chair as I found myself suddenly out of breath.
Did I read that right?
I rubbed my eyes and made myself read the message one more time. And another. And another. But the words didn't disappear. They were still there.
Was this Dmitry's way of offering an olive branch?
Or was I allowed to hope and think of this as Dmitry asking me out on a date?
Oh my God.
Either possibility was enough to make me feel giddy. Too giddy, in fact, that I had to spend several moments just trying to catch my breath and calming myself down.
Focus, T.G. Focus.
I reached for my phone, thought for a moment, and then I decided to call my favorite steak place.
Salad, two steaks cooked medium rare, and a slice of chocolate cake to share.
After this, I couldn't resist the temptation of dashing down to the gym a couple of floors below. Membership was yet another job perk, and this gave me the chance to have a quick shower, blow-dry my hair, and get back to the office just in time to receive deliveries.
My thoughts started running wild as I set up a table for two at the balcony. Was it too much to light some candles, maybe start playing music from my phone?
Mm.
I tried imagining Dmitry's reaction to this and almost winced.
Nah.
I had just finished pouring red wine into a pair of glasses when I heard the doors by the reception slide open.
Stay calm, T.G.
I heard the balcony doors slide open next, and my toes curled hard inside of my shoes.
Let's try playing it cool, even if only for a---
A feminine gasp interrupted my thoughts, and I froze in shock.
"Oh gosh."
That voice...was definitely not my boss's.
"This is so gorg, Dimmy. Why do you keep spoiling me?"
My head jerked up, just in time to see a redhead throw her arms around Dimmy's neck, and as she raised herself on her toes and started showering kisses all over my boss's handsome face---
Our gazes clashed, and what I saw in his eyes...