Page 8 of The Billionaire's Assistant

Did billionaires do such mundane things as have dry cleaning sent out, or did they just get new suits when the old ones were dirty?

He shook his head. “These are for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you’re going to work here, then you need to dress to my standards.”

I looked down at my suit. I’d spent hours picking it out when I’d gotten my previous job. It was perfectly appropriate, even for this office. “There’s nothing wrong with what I have on.”

He raised his brows. Damn. It was my first day and I was already pushing my luck with him. “Your suit is adequate, but we can do better.”

“While my compensation is quite competitive, I can’t afford to dress to your style.”

“You’ve misunderstood. Providing you with office wear is one of the perks I provide my assistant.”

“So you bought suits for your last assistant?”

Ignoring my question, he picked a suit from the rack and motioned toward his office. “Go try one on in my bathroom.”

“Mr. Montgomery, I’m—”

He cleared his throat and stared at me. He didn’t have to say anything else. I took the suit he was holding and headed into his office.

I slipped it on after spending a few minutes gawking at the luxury of his personal bathroom. He had hand towels that were softer than any I’d ever felt.

The suit fit me almost as perfectly as his suits fit him. How had he known my size? And how did he have this made so quickly? I guess he really did get everything he wanted. Maybe had suit-making elves at his disposal? I wouldn’t be surprised.

When I looked in the mirror, I sucked in a breath. I’d looked good in what I’d worn to work, but in this…I looked fucking amazing. This suit had to cost thousands. I couldn’t accept it, no matter how good I looked.

“Ben, are you dressed?”

“Yes, but—”

The door swung open. Hadn’t I locked it?

He smiled at me in the mirror, then walked—no prowled—around me. “Marisol did an amazing job.”

“Is she your tailor?”

“She is that and more.” I raised a brow, and he scowled. “She’s the kindly grandmother I never had.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed—”

He cut me off with a wave of his hand. “Just show her respect when you meet her.”

“Of course. Am I going to be meeting her?”

“I’m sure you will eventually.”

I didn’t like the way he seemed to have made plans for me. For us? I wanted to work for him, but despite my fantasies, I knew better than to get involved with him any other way. Why would he introduce me to someone he cared about even if I were more than his assistant? Anything that happened between us wouldn’t be more than a fling, maybe just a single hookup. Wouldn’t it?

It was ridiculous to even think about such a thing. Why on earth would he want me? He could have any man he wanted, and if he didn’t already know my background, it wouldn’t be long before he figured it out. My time here was limited.

I started to slip out of the suit jacket, and he scowled. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”

“If you worked for UPS, would you refuse to wear their uniform?”

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