Page 3 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

“And, with a gorgeous date, no less,” he said, cocky as ever. But his grin slipped as he asked in a quelling tone, “So, you two have nothing going on, right?”

“Of course not! There’s nothing of the sort between us. We’re just boss and assistant. Besides, I doubt he’s into black women and he must imagine it’s the same with me in terms of white guys.”

“But I’m white.”

“You don’t count. You’re just like a brother. Simply thinking about dating you is like wanting to date my own flesh and blood,” she said, looking grossed out and making them both burst out in laughter.

“Come on. Let’s just enjoy the delicious food and wine. This could be our last time together for months at a time,” said Guy with a sober smile as he held up his glass for a toast.

Sheri didn’t want to think of the time Guy wouldn’t be there when she needed him. But she was proud of his achievement and the fact that he was off to helm a new magazine as editor-in-chief. The contract was for a few months, with an option to be renewed. She decided to look on the bright side and learn to do without him for a while.

What she couldn’t explain was the strange exchange that had taken place just minutes ago with Dean. It would have been awkward, but somehow, Sheri had been spared an embarrassing situation when Dean’s date had dragged him away.

Was Guy right? Was there something off about Dean’s reaction to seeing her? Sheri could never be sure, but it did give her a strange tremor when she remembered the dark glint in his gaze. She’d be a fool to read anything into it because she was just his executive assistant and nothing like the women he favored with his attentions.

The next time they met at work, she vowed to be at her professional best – the same Sherita Wilson that had done so well at her job that she’d come to last longer than Dean’s past assistants.

Whatever flutters she had from seeing Dean so randomly would be put far behind her. The last thing she wanted was to jeopardize everything she’d worked so hard to build.

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Dean couldn’t recall losing this much sleep over a female. Certainly not one he’d placed under his employ – namely, Sheri.

She presented herself with such a professional stance, it had almost passed his notice how hard it would normally be to work with such a beautiful young woman.

But over the past few months, he had been determined to do so and as such, had been impressed with the way she always stepped up and tackled every work assignment admirably.

His field of expertise was financial technology, or “fintech” as it was widely known, and he’d launched his own startup seven years ago with innovative concepts that continued to evolve, keeping him at the top of the game. He’d always been about business, his goals, and the challenges of ensuring he stayed sharp and relevant in his chosen niche. But now, here is a new, different and exciting challenge…

Sheri Wilson was so much the hard worker that it was rare for Dean to let himself get distracted by the jiggle in her curves and the sexy scent of her perfume. She’d leaned close enough a few times for him to catch a hint of her hot, wildly feminine essence and he would be caught off guard – but only for a moment. No matter how her full breasts strained slightly beneath her blouse or how a hint of her dewy brown skin would stay visible through the open neck of her top as she bent over while showing him something in the file on his desk, he’d never let himself dwell on how much of a woman she was, inside and out.

Mostly, more woman than he was used to and admittedly of a different “flavor” than he’d ever encountered, but there was no denying she was a very alluring female – a fact that had been brought much more to his notice after that night at the restaurant.

First off, he’d never pictured her as being into white guys. He’d always imagined someone like her would be on the conservative side, much like him: being comfortable with sticking to his cultural bracket. Secondly, Dean hadn’t expected to see her looking so damned hot.

Her green dress had been low cut enough to show the tops of her gorgeous dusky cleavage. He could tell the outfit jealously hugged her every luscious curve even as she sat. Her beautiful doe-shaped brown eyes had been fringed with thick dark lashes and some smoky, mysterious makeup that went well with the equally sexy deep red shade of her lipstick. Fuck, those lips. Never had a mouth looked more enticingly puffy, making him imagine those red-coated full lips crushed against his or even wrapped around his erect member.

Dean swore out loud as he stared up at the ceiling, hands folding behind his head while he stayed laid out in bed. He couldn’t stop thinking about her sultry smile, those dark brown eyes, and the artfully arranged mass of curls on her head. What the hell was wrong with him, mooning over his executive assistant?

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