Page 54 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Ooh, must be nice." I rub my hands in glee. "Money pants." I try to ignore the fact that I miss his body next to mine.

"Well, you knew I had money." He shrugs. "I spend it. Is that a shock?"

"No. If I had that sort of money, I'd be going to Italy and buying bottles of wine as well."

"You've never been to Italy?" He looks surprised as if everyone has the money to fly overseas on a whim. I shake my head. "Do you want to go to Italy?"

"Are you asking me if I want to go to Italy because you're going to take me?" I respond back giggling. He stares at me for a couple of seconds and then shakes his head.

"No, that's not what I was asking."

"Okay, then." I feel slightly embarrassed and so I stand up and grab the glass from him that he's offering me. "Thank you.”

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" He asks me hesitantly and he looks taken aback by his own statement.

"A movie?" I stare at him in surprise. I didn't think that he would want to do anything else with me right now. I was surprised he hadn’t kicked me out already. This was technically meant to be a meeting where I was getting in trouble for posting a personal ad that never should have made it onto the company intranet. Instead it was turning into something else. That I had certainly never expected.

"I just think that it would be nice to relax.” He shrugs nonchalantly. "Unless you have somewhere to be, something to do right now." His voice trails off and he looks away.

"Not right now, I don't." I'm not sure what to say. I do want to spend more time with him. I surprisingly like him more than I thought I would. I just don't know if it's stupid to be liking him. He's my boss and I just made love to him several times, and it feels amazing and weird at the same time. Was it really smart to be watching a movie or a TV show with him? Especially considering the fact that this wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't like this was some sort of amazing first date and we were going to make plans for a second and a third and possibly ride off into the sunset and get married.

This man was my boss. He'd already told me that he has no intentions of dating me. He has no intentions of taking me on a date and whisking me off of my feet. He has no intention of doing anything romantic with me.

This isn’t going to end in true love.

"Sure." I say, going against my intellect. "Let's watch something."

"What do you want to watch?" He asks as he walks over to the living room. I watch as he picks up a remote control and turns on the TV. "I have every TV station and app available, so anything you wish to see, it should be available to me."

"I have almost every app as well.", I laugh. "I love watching TV." I wrinkle my nose. "Or should I not admit that?"

"No, that's great." He stares at me for a couple of seconds. "Now you can tell me to shut up, but I would love your feedback on something."

"Oh, what?"

"So we're planning on starting an entertainment division at Rosser International. We're primarily interested in getting into the music industry. So we’re thinking of starting a record company" My heart races at his words. They're going to open a record label? Would he ever consider signing me? I don't say anything though. I don’t want him to think that I want anything from him.

"That sounds cool." I nod. I don't want him to think that the only reason I am interested or care is because I want him to sign me. There would be nothing worse than him offering me a contract just because I slept with him.

"But we're also thinking about getting into TV production and also getting into possibly starting our own TV channel."

"Oh?" I stare at him. "I had no clue."

"Well, you wouldn't, would you? You're not exactly-" He pauses as if he thinks better about what he’s about to say.

"What? I'm not exactly what?"

"You're not exactly privy to executive talk." He shrugs and looks me in the eyes. "Don't get mad at me."

"Oh, I'm not mad.” I laugh loudly. "I work in the copywriting department as a junior copywriter. I barely make $50,000 a year. I'm not under any illusion that I am in the upper echelon of people that work at Rosser International."

"You make $50,000 a year?" He looks surprised, like he can’t believe it. He most probably spends $50,000 a day.

"Please don't tell me you think that's a lot of money."

"I don't. I think that's not much money to have to live in the city." He frowns.

"Trust me when I say it's hard."

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