The Boss's Orders: Alpha Male Billionaire Office Romance Read Free

going back to Claire — sweet, sweet Claire with her tight curvy little body and that mouth … oh, fuck, that mouth. My cock is getting hard again just thinking about her.
    Such a sweet girl. A beautiful girl, too, with that long blonde hair and those perfect curves. Just my type.
    But there are risks to having her. I know that. I’ve come face to face with those exact same risks a few times now. You don’t get to be as successful as I am without making a few enemies, and my unusual sexual appetite makes me especially vulnerable to their attacks.
    I’ve been sued twice, and last time I really got burned. Lila … Well, I don’t want to think about that now. But I don’t want a repeat of that situation. Ever.
    Instead I take a sip of my scotch and think about Claire …
    Is it worth the risk? That little vixen got herself off in the work bathroom, so she’s clearly got a healthy sexual appetite and doesn’t mind getting a little down and dirty.
    And all I want is to see just how down and dirty I can make her go.
    I don’t make any apologies for how I am. I like money, power, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. And I like pushing women beyond the boundaries they think they have. Never rape — rape is for assholes who get off on weakness. When I’m with a woman she wants every single dirty thing I do to her. Sometimes they even beg for it.
    And damn if I don’t want to see Claire beg.
    There’s a knock on my door, and then Bonnie, the temp who’s been acting as my secretary this week, barges in.
    “You have a meeting in five minutes. In the executive boardroom.”
    I glare at her. I didn’t like her to begin with and now I find myself annoyed that she isn’t Claire. That she doesn’t have Claire’s long blond waves, or Claire’s perfect tits or Claire’s sweet, innocent smile.
    “What meeting?”
    Bonnie rolls her eyes. “I don’t know.”
    “Don’t I pay you to know?”
    She sighs and looks down at the iPad. “It just says Peterson.”
    Shit. The Peterson pitch. Something about a new shopping plaza they want to develop out in Evanston. I must have been feeling generous when I scheduled this meeting because I could tell them in five seconds why it’s a terrible idea. And now I’m going to have to sit through a half-hour presentation while they try to convince me it isn’t.
    I wave Bonnie out of the room and down the rest of my scotch. I take my time getting to the boardroom because I like to make them sweat. I shake a round of hands and take my seat at the head of the table while poor Derek Peterson begins his half-hearted pitch.
    But two minutes in, I’m lost again. Instead of listening to the pitch going on in front of me, I’m thinking about her again. Fuck. Why did she have to go and do that in the bathroom? Was she trying to turn me inside out? I’d been doing okay with the temps lately. Bonnie wasn’t very good as far as secretaries go, but I also didn’t want to fuck her, so I considered that a win.
    I try to draw my attention back to the meeting, but it goes again and again to Claire.
    That’s my first clue that I’m in trouble. Work is everything to me. I can’t afford distractions.
    I tap my pen against the briefing binder they’d handed me at the beginning of the meeting. Maybe the best thing to do is get rid of Claire entirely. I have to clean house over there at Prescott & Bailey anyway, so I could just throw her in the discard pile with all the other redundancies. Then I wouldn’t even be tempted.
    I’m sure my lawyers would be happy with that decision, even if I’m not.
    “Mr. Godrich? Sir? What do you think?”
    I realize everyone in the boardroom is looking at me and I’ve completely lost the plot.
    I wave my hand dismissively. “Sounds great.”
    Shocked faces abound around the table. I try to replay what I caught from the meeting in between fantasies of Claire, and I remember we were talking real estate. The new development.
    Well shit. I think I might have just bought