Page 20 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

Flinching out of Tom’s grip, I shot him a side eye. I would reclaim my professionalism regardless of this idiot.

“Um, where were we?” I picked up my pen to resume a ready pose for taking notes. The four men seated with me had tablets, but I had yet to pick up any of my supplies and equipment.

“Don’t be shy,” Tom teased. He wasn’t taking a hint when I slid my chair away. Chasing after me, he elbowed me. “I won’t bite…” He leaned closer to whisper. “Unless you’re into that.”

“Miss Amita.”

Tom sat up straight at Matt’s loud voice.

I exhaled through my nose, looking up into the face of one frustrated and thoroughly peeved boss.

“A word,” he ordered, striding to the door.

For fuck’s sake.I shot Tom a glare as I stood. My first day, and already, I was getting theyou’re in troubletone from my superior.

He dismissed my concern with a wave and sat back in his chair.

I hurried out the door, nervous that while the four men on the team wouldn’t hear what was said in the hallway, they’d see the interaction because the walls were all glass. It was one of thefirst things I noticed once the HR woman showed me around the floor and brought me to my office to set my purse down. Initially, I thought it was hip. Modernistic and cool.

It made me feel exposed, now, like I couldn’t hide from Matt.

Matt.

His name suited him, firm and serious, yet classic and handsome too.

He was just as bristly out here as he was in the conference room, but I refused to let his antagonistic nature get to me.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

I gaped at him. “You hired me.”

“John did.”

The HR guy? “Yes, technically. He handled the correspondence of my employment offer.”

That told me enough about how involved of a boss or manager Matt was, though. He had no clue who had been coming here to join the team. I supposed when someone got as big and important as him, the details about the minions didn’t matter.

“I mean in there.” He pointed at the glass wall. In unison, the four men on the team looked away, caught red-handed watching.

“I’m trying to learn about the project I’ll be researching.” I crossed my arms, fueled by this growing need to stand up to him. “So, if we could please resume?”

He took one step closer, and that was all he needed to really lord over me. Looking down his nose, he almost smirked. “Are you here just to pick up men?”

My jaw dropped. My resolve to argue with him cracked a bit. “What?”

“Last night, you acted all doe eyed and innocent,” he started.

I reached up closer to whisper hotly in his face, “You didn’t mind me in your bed.”

“And then you come here to goof around with one of my marketing specialists?”

I choked on air. “Tom?” I couldn’t believe this. “Are youblind? I just met him. Why would I be trying anything with him?”

“That didn’t stop you from considering a one-night stand last night.”

I glowered at him, wishing I could wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze. “How dare you throw that back in my face. You wanted it too!”

I glanced around, worried someone could overhear.

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