Page 4 of Dirty Nasty Billionaire: Part 3

He finishes his first, then glances up at me. I’m just about to go ahead and excuse myself to end whatever this morning-after awkwardness is, when he says, “So how’s the internship going?”

Well that’s unexpected. I’ve been careful not to ever bring up work with Nixon, because even though I’m screwing my boss, I want it to have absolutely nothing to do with my work. I want to rock the final presentation and earn the permanent position because I’m a boss bitch, not because I let Nixon Blake come inside me.

Oh my god, I let Nixon Blake come inside me.

“Um, it’s going well,” I say. And when he doesn’t say anything else, I find myself talking more. “I’m really enjoying researching the companies, and working with Colin has been great. He’s like, the code whisperer. He can tell when there’s a fatal flaw in an app that’s going to hop up and bite the company down the road, so between my financial brain and his tech genius, we make a great team. Of course, Jenna and Amber are another story. Jenna is … well, she’s whatever Amber is at any given moment, and most moments Amber is a Grade A bitch.”

“Oh?”

“She’s just always trying to get ahead by stepping on someone else. And it seems like most of the time that person is me. Which sucks.”

“Well, it’s good to have stiff competition,” he says.

“Oh, competition I can handle. It’s that she fights dirty. It’s not professional. She’s constantly trying to sabotage my work with Colin, or just generally saying shitty things to try to knock me off my game. It’s so middle school. I don’t get it. Who acts like that?”

“Well if she fights dirty, then maybe you need to, too. That, or just develop a thicker skin.” His assessment stings, but he’s not done. “I know we’ve got an unusual arrangement going on, but when it comes to work, you succeed or fail on your own merits. And if, in the end, Amber puts up a stronger presentation, then she’s getting the job. I don’t give special favors to anyone. No matter how much I might … like them … personally.”

The speech sends my mind spinning, because he said so much. I’m pissed that he thinks I’d expect preferential treatment, and I don’t like that he thinks I’m trying to take Amber’s knees out from under her with him. He asked me how work was going. I was venting. Sort of like I’d vent to my boyfriend. But of course, Nixon Blake isn’t my boyfriend. He’s my “arrangement,” as he put it.

But the bitterness is cut by what he said at the end. He likes me. Personally. It’s the closest he’s ever come to expressing any kind of affection for me when we’ve got our clothes on. I’m desperate to ask him just what the fuck is going on, but the full weight of the morning is starting to get heavy. Letting Nixon fuck me without a condom was wild enough, but then to sleep in his bed next to him, to see the austerity of his home life, and to realize that there is definitely something going on with Nixon Blake that I can’t even begin to know … well, it stops me from pushing him any further.

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