Page 37 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“Damn, I should’ve just called Worth.”

“He would have suggested you go drinking and hook up with somebody else to see if it felt as good.”

I would never have agreed to that. “I don’t want anyone else.”

“Damn, this is serious.”

“I want to take Ben home for the weekend.”

Ford narrowed his eyes. “He’s not a pet you’re considering adopting.”

I wasn’t really thinking of him like that, was I? “I’m not sure Worth would agree with you.”

“Do you want to match your standards to his?”

I laughed. “Never.”

“So there’s not been anyone else since you met him?”

“No.”

“April didn’t track you down after the gala?”

I shuddered at the thought. “I would have sent her on her way, but I left the gala with Ben.”

“So he’s already been to your place?”

“We went to my office. He needed some time to recover after his encounter with Medford.”

“And you were very willing to help him with that?”

I ignored that jab. “I don’t know how I’m going to get any work done now. I think about him all the time. I just want to stay locked in my office with him.”

“Jesus, Miles.”

I grinned. “I can’t help it.”

“You? With your iron self-control? Really?”

I rolled my eyes. “You know you’re the one who’s all buttoned up and controlled.”

“Keep talking about fucking at the office, and I am going to be the one hanging out with Worth tonight.”

“You know you’d hate that.”

He shrugged. “The next day, yes, but not in the moment.”

“No one really hates it in the moment.”

His mouth turned up in a sly smiled. “Except you said you would now, unless you were with Ben.”

“There’s no reason for it to be anyone but Ben.”

“He’s that willing to follow you into depravity?”

Compared to Worth, I’d never even come near depravity. “I’m a rich man fucking his assistant. It’s hardly novel in terms of depravity.”

“True. It’s almost too cliché, and I bet he’s feeling that.”

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