Page 2 of CEO's Baby Scandal

“Sit.”

I swallowed hard and obeyed, grateful I had worn sensible shoes and not three-inch stilettos like Olivia. I’d have fallen on my face and made a fool of myself and this man would never look at me twice. I wasn’t sure whether I should be flattered by the way he drank me in or intimidated by it. I had no intention of staying an assistant anywhere for very long. My degree should have communicated that to anyone who looked at my resume.

Mr. Jacobs sat and smoothed his tie. “Emily—may I call you that?”

“Yes, please.” I nodded, biting my tongue. I sounded like an idiot.

“Emily, I looked over your resume.” My chest tightened as he spoke. “It says you have a master’s degree in businessmanagement from UC Berkeley. You did that all during the pandemic? Incredible. Why do you want to be a mere assistant?” He leaned back in his seat and studied me while I collected my thoughts.

“Well, sir, I don’t. I might not be able to use my education here, but I am not planning to be an assistant for life. I moved to Chicago where there are more opportunities, and I accepted this position because it pays well. I will be able to support myself. But it is just a stepping stone to my future. I want a career, not a job.”

He nodded appreciatively, and the gleam in his eye only brightened. “Such a wise plan…” His eyes grazed over my chest again, and I looked away nervously, not stopping the grin that spread across my face. “I think it’s fantastic that you know where you’re going and you’re making strides to get there.” He stood again, this time reaching out his hand to me. I rose with him and took his hand, which this time was much gentler.

“Emily, if you need anything” —he leaned closer, and his voice thickened into a sultry tone— “and I mean anything, you come to me. I’ll make it happen.”

I bit my lip and batted my eyelashes. Right now, I needed him to let go of my hand because I was feeling things no assistant should ever feel about their boss, and I could see the hunger in his eyes.

“Uh, thank you, Mr. Jacobs.”

“You should call me Daniel.” My fingers tingled again as he drew my hand to his lips and kissed them. “It’s what my friends call me.”

My heart almost stopped. I thought I’d cream my panties right there. My conscience told me that a boss shouldn’t act this way toward an employee, but damn if the attention wasn’t nice. My sister Evelyn got every boy who ever crossed paths with her. I, however, had been the homely daughter—never dated, never had a boy ask me to a dance. The one time I had a fling was at acollege party when Evelyn forced me to go with her, and I had a one-night stand with a frat boy which I later regretted miserably. So this man, with his suave, wavy hair and eyes that bored into my soul… well, he could be obsessed with me if he wanted.

I liked it.

2

DANIEL

It took exactly twenty seconds for my cock to begin swelling when Olivia brought the new assistant into my office. She had an innocence about her I found intriguing, and her resume boasted some credentials a lot of women her age didn’t have. I’d already had a chance to review her qualifications and her headshot and thought she was stunning, but when she walked in I was smitten. She didn’t seem to mind my wandering eye, either.

She’d been with us four days now, but I hadn’t seen her for more than five minutes. Olivia kept her busy, and I was swamped with work. So, it was a pleasant surprise when Olivia sent her to my office to deliver the briefings I needed for the partner meeting later this afternoon. She was timid, knocking so quietly I almost missed it. And when I beckoned her in, she hovered near the door.

“Mr. Jacobs, I brought the files from Ms. Carter.”

“Please, I told you to call me Daniel.” I rose, waving my hand at her to come in. She left the door open, much to my disdain, but it was probably better that way. She was intoxicating, and I would be tempted to say untoward things.

“Sorry, uh, Daniel. I have the briefings Ms. Carter sent for you.” She handed them to me and took a step back, picking at her fingernails. I knew I was an intimidating man. Everyone cowered in my shadow despite my open personality. I thumbed through them to make sure they were all in order and nodded approvingly.

“Yes, this will do. Thank you, Emily.” She smiled softly, and I saw a blush form on her cheeks. “We have an important meeting for the partners, and I’ve ordered some catering to make sure they all eat well. I need someone to run down to pick it up. I will give you the company credit card. You can take my car. My driver’s name is Paul. He’ll get you where you need to go, so no worries about directions and such. Think you can handle that?”

She looked confused and glanced at the door, outside of which Jill sat, typing at her computer. “What about your secretary?” Her innocence was truly refreshing. Olivia and Grace would never have questioned me. Jill never spoke out of turn, and here was this blonde beauty, rising to the challenge. I grinned at how bold she was.

“Jill has a daughter on the school swim team and they have a meet this afternoon, so she can’t pick it up for me. That leaves you. Unless you have other plans.”

Her head snapped around to see me, and she shook it. “No, sir. No other plans. I’m at your service.”

“Good. Then, I’ll shoot you an email with the details.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my company credit card. It was a good test of her integrity. The card had no limit, and I hadn’t so much as offered it to Olivia, let alone an assistant. “Here.” I offered her the card, and she hesitated to take it, but I insisted. “You’ll have to pay for it. Keep a receipt for Barbra. She’ll nag me about expenditures if I don’t give her one. And?—”

“Got it.” She grinned and winked at me. “My mom was the same way. I’ll take good care of you.”

She had no idea what that wink and grin did to me, or probably how gorgeous she was at all. She was modest, and I liked it. “Thank you.” I sat back down and started into the files, and she turned to walk away, and I looked up and watched her ass sway with each step. She wore a pencil skirt today, a bit fancier than the slacks I’d seen her in earlier this week. The dark material hugged her thighs and showed off her muscular calves.

“Oh, and Emily?” I called after her, wanting nothing more than to see her striking smile again.

“Yes, sir?”

“When you get here with the food, just bring it straight to us in the conference room. No need to knock.”

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