Page 2 of The Billionaire's Assistant

He smiled and something about the look in his eyes unsettled me. I felt like a rabbit being watched by a wolf.

“Have a seat.” He waved his hand toward the chairs in front of his desk.

I chose one, and he surprised me by moving around the desk, and holding out his hand. When I shook it, the electric charge that shot up my arm startled me. For just a second, Mr. Montgomery’s eyes widened.

Had he felt it too, or had he only seen my embarrassing reaction? Either way, he must not have minded. He held my hand longer than he should have, and I reveled in the heat and softness of his skin.

How was I going to get through this interview without embarrassing myself? I never should have applied for this job. I wasn’t qualified, and apparently, I was incapable of doing anything but staring at him.

He settled into the seat beside me, his movements calculated and graceful.

“So, Benjamin, what makes you think you’re qualified for this job?”

Damn, he wasn’t going to hold back, was he? I should have been prepared for this question. I should have been prepared, but my mind went blank.

“Benjamin?”

Something about the way he said my name sounded filthy and that jolted me back to reality. I wanted this job. I needed this job. “I’m familiar with all the software mentioned in the job listing. I have experience as an executive assistant, and I am skilled at arranging schedules and I can make sure you have all the information you need to keep your day running smoothly.”

“Only part of that is reflected on your résumé.” His lip quirked up, and I was sure he was trying not to laugh. How ridiculous did I sound? He obviously knew I didn’t belong here.

I didn’t dare include most of my practical experience, because I’d gained it working for my family. The longer I stayed silent, the broader Mr. Montgomery’s smile became. Had he just brought me here to laugh at me?

What had I expected? He was a fucking billionaire. Of course he would be an asshole. Why had I thought otherwise just because employees rated his company better than lots of others? Working here was better than working in hell. But that didn’t say much.

I needed to pull myself together. I wasn’t going to let him get to me. “I have experience from volunteer positions, but I assure you, I can do everything I’ve said. I have the ability to get people to listen to me without annoying them.” Everyone except my father. He was angry with me all the time.

“Why don’t you tell me more about your volunteer work.”

I’d volunteered to lure my wealthy friend into trusting my brother. I’d volunteered to help my father embezzle from his previous job. I’d volunteered to help my brother cheat his way through school.

“How about you give me a scenario, and I tell you how I’d handle it?”

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From the moment Ben had entered my office, displaying a confusing mix of confidence and uncertainty, I’d known I wanted him to be more than my assistant.

His voice was as soothing and as soft as his blond hair looked, and I could easily imagine gazing into his bright blue eyes all night as I pumped into him. He was young and had an air of innocence that called to me. Hiring him was a terrible idea for so many reasons, but before I’d asked him my next question, I knew he was the one I wanted. And I always got my way.

“Do you always direct your interviews?”

“No, sir. I do, however, know how to show off my assets to their best advantage.” His eyes widened as he seemed to realize how that sounded. He immediately looked away, gazing out the windows at my view of the city.

I wanted to reach out and touch him, to push his legs apart, settle between them and see how quickly I could get him off, but I wasn’t going to do any of those things. Not today. Not for a while. I did have the presence of mind to remember his loyalty was very much in question.

I never brought anyone in for an interview without a thorough background check. When my people looked into someone’s past, they looked deep, pushing away all the layers to find the juicy details. Ben’s father had been arrested more than once for various kinds of theft, but he’d always managed to escape charges. I knew the man was guilty as hell. He’d approached me once, years ago, thinking I would want to buy information about a competitor. He made a mistake questioning my honor, and I’d let him know it. What’s this an attempt at revenge?

Ben’s brother was deeply involved criminal activities as well, and greatly in need of cash. It was hardly a stretch assume they’d sent him here.

I didn’t like to think the tempting man in front of me wanted to sell me out, but I wasn’t naïve. Most people who wanted to work for me had ulterior motives, and I had plenty of my own. I wanted to hire Ben, but I wanted him in my bed even more.

“All right, I’ll humor you. Let’s say I’ve told you I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone, but my CFO insists that he needs to see me immediately. How do you handle the situation?”

“I would tell him you were unavailable and let him know when you could meet with him. If he persisted, I would offer to rearrange any less urgent appointments on your schedule to allow him to see you sooner.”

“And when he still wouldn’t back down?”

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