Page 60 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“I have no intention of cutting Ben’s hair, but I don’t want you doing it either.”

He looked like I’d stabbed him. “Why not? I am the best.”

“Not for Ben.” I knew how crazy I sounded, but I didn’t care.

Ben sat all the way up, wrapping his arms around his chest. “Miles? What’s going on?”

“I don’t want him touching you. You’re mine.” I knew how over the top that sounded, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Miles, I think you’ve gone crazy,” Pierre said.

I barely refrained from commenting that his fake French accent had suddenly disappeared as I pointed to the door again. “Leave.”

“I have to pack up my things.”

“I’ll have them delivered to you in a few hours.”

“What? You can’t—”

I stepped into the bathroom long enough to grab my wallet from my discarded pants. When I’d counted out a thousand dollars, I handed the bills to Pierre.

He huffed. “I will still bill you for your cut.”

“Do that,” I said.

Pierre took his scissors from his cart and scurried out. I wasn’t sure if he trying to make sure I didn’t cut Ben’s hair or if he was that attached to them. It didn’t matter either way. Ben was mine now.

“What the hell was that?” Ben asked.

“Me being jealous.”

“He was just washing my hair.”

“You think he wasn’t flirting with you?”

Ben frowned. “I….”

“You heard him. He thought he was going to join us in bed.”

“He was joking.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I know him.”

“Have you slept with him before?”

My jaw tensed. “A long time ago, and it was not at all serious.”

“I knew Pierre wanted you when I was watching him wash and massage and make you even more devastatingly gorgeous, but I thought it was kind of fun knowing he couldn’t have you.”

“Because you know you’re the one I’m obsessed with.”

Ben’s eyes widened, and he stared at me. “Are you really?

“Obsessed with you? Obviously. Now, let me help you lie back again, so I can finish washing your hair.”

“You were serious about that?”

“Yes, I saw how much you enjoyed it. It’s my turn to help you relax.”

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