Page 11 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

Her best bet was to find another job as soon as possible. She’d even see about ensuring Dean had a suitable replacement. It was the least she could do.

Sheri reached the office early the next morning and calmly waited for Dean to arrive. When he did walk in and enter his office, she waited a few minutes and then walked with casual strides in to see him.

He looked up when she appeared, and Sheri felt the heat start to build up between her legs. Only when he looked away did her breathing return to normal, and she advanced into the office. “Mr. Cooper, I have to talk to you.”

“In a moment,” he said, briefly holding up his hand. Sheri’s mouth pursed closed as she heard him briskly reel out the tasks he wanted her to handle for the day. He’d never been more business-like and cool. She swung into rapid response mode, quickly taking notes of his instructions. Her hand did falter, though, when Dean reached the part where he stipulated she set an arrangement for dinner with one of his regular dates.

It took the utmost effort not to show any expression, and she simply scribbled away. Yep, things are definitely back to normal. Dean was the type who enjoyed the finer things: Cordon Bleu restaurants, expensive rides and gadgets, and of course, beautiful and sexy women. He worked hard and rewarded himself exceedingly when it came to recreation.

When Sheri calmly enquired which of his “friends” she should set up the dinner date with, he paused thoughtfully, then said, “Elle Granger. She should be back from her London Fashion shoot.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Ah, the British supermodel with the hot brunette looks that Dean normally favored. Thinking of him with women who were obviously the opposite of her curvy, ebony self, made Sheri sigh to herself and think how right she’d been to keep him at bay.

No doubt he’d merely been acting on curiosity by hitting on her. After all, she was something different, perhaps useful for breaking the mold from all those Barbie doll types. Well, she wouldn’t be used to cater to some passing fetish.

They didn’t get much personal interaction, if any, for the rest of the day. There was the big meeting in the conference room with the board of directors, for which Dean requested she prepare a summary report on afterwards. Added to the other stuff she had to do, there was no time for them to have a one-on-one talk.

It was the same for the next couple of days, and Sheri decided to simply keep her thoughts to herself for now. In a way, she was glad that Dean had her so busy she barely had time to even think of that night in his car. Except, those images would come up unbidden when she least expected, making her breath catch and her cheeks flush.

Later that night, she went home to an empty apartment. Guy called her and they spoke for a while, which was comforting. “How are the prospects over there in L.A. for an assistant with my skill set?” she asked somewhat glumly.

“What? Thinking of changing jobs? Is that boss of yours giving my girl a hard time?”

“I’m just thinking I might need a change of scene,” she said hastily, wanting to throw Guy off track. “Or maybe I’m just kidding. Okay, forget it.”

“Now listen, young cricket-”

“I’m older than you,” she cut in.

“Fine, old cricket, now listen. If you’re having problems – if anything or anyone’s bothering you at all, I want you to always be open with me about it. You know I’m good for bashing in a few heads.”

“Seriously, it’s nothing,” she said firmly. “I don’t want you to worry about me. You’re busy enough as it is.”

“I can get some time off,” Guy said after a few moments’ silence. “Maybe fly in next weekend. How about it?”

She instantly brightened, shocked at how relieved and happy she was to be seeing him again so soon. Sheri still felt a little guilty for getting him so concerned, but she was glad to have a shoulder to lean on, especially with how her emotions for Dean had her tied up in knots.

Her spirits cheered by the thought of Guy’s impending visit, she walked into the kitchen and hunted for what to eat. She’d barely taken a bite all day and checked the fridge to find some leftover pasta. She heated it in the microwave and went back to the living room to eat it in front of the television. Then came the celebrity news and Sheri scowled when Dean’s face came on. He’d been sighted with Elle Granger attending a charity function the day before. They looked so disgustingly perfect together.

Berating herself for getting bothered by anything to do with that playboy billionaire so out of her reach it was laughable, she retired to bed early after a nice warm bath.

All through the next week she was even busier, if that was possible. It wasn’t till Friday night Sheri could let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding all week. When had Dean become such a slave-driver? Well, more than usual. At least, as usual work helped her get her mind off her secret emotions concerning him.

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