Seducing The Billionaire

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reeze hell. "I think you mean, Mr. Russo. Now if you'

? I was expecting him to go boom and be lik

internal jump and force myself

Miss Mathews?" Mr. Forestry ask

much

u think you de

uard. I thought I was hired

really need th

Mathews. I asked you why you think you deserve this job

's his problem? Is he only pretending not to

he's had eight secr

reath and continue. "I'm very passionate about work. And when I have a job,

d to sound more desperate whe

only stares at me, his handsome face unreadable. But h

rk secrets with that searing look. I start to feel queasy,

daze. I look back at Mr. Fore

impairment to your l

A

ing coffee like you'll be do

n! I'

I shoot to my feet. "Rig

the office. I'm so excited that he didn't f

fee machine is. I go to fe

table. "I want you to review these contracts and submit them t

as if he expects me to mess up. I grit my teeth as I take the

Forestry asking me to come to his off

I hand him the papers, taking a seat in front of

racts, taking his t

e finally finishes shuffling

lge out of their

ecords and make an analysis

size of the last one onto the desk

being serious. It's only three hours till lunchtime. Aside fr

take the

here?" Mr. Forestry's stern v

berate me more, I grab the file off

cause there's no way I can

won't finish. I don't even realize lunch time has a

beat as Mr. Forestry steps out of his

oing to fire

" He asks in a n

y to finish everything within the ti

there's nothing to lose. I'm going to hold on to my dignity

ws?" Mr. Forestry intones, hi

esk, coming toward me. I take a step back for every ste

aving me with no escape. His gaze sears into mine as he leans down, our faces

me even more of that night five years

ing my intelligen

own my spine. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing co

rd. "Don't project your incompetence on all of mankind. If you're going to ke

warmth and the intoxicating smell of his cologn

hing before yo

ry sets off, leaving me star

e the rest of the files I have to review and write

o be able to finish the whol

cappuccino that Mrs. Mehra, the mother of my son's best

ll without food. Can I sur

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l of the printing machine comes

k, I'm finally done with th

them together and make my w

suddenly feel lightheaded and have to press

od is certainl

or, I enter when I

the work you

me. "Good.

rankly, there's no way he coul

rash a file that took me hours to f

secretaries so your reports are completely useless. Trash them." A triumphant smile lifts th

, praying he's joking. As I watch him return his attent

om the bar, and this

im but nothing seems to be coming out. With my

d shocked and

normal job. Be a normal woman. Why did

e world spins in front of me. I'm not quick enough to

s envel