Page 1 of Interning For A Billionaire

Chapter 1

Belle

He was the last person on earth I expected to see.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Standing in front of me, the CEO of the company where I was about to start my summer internship, was Michael Greer – or, as I’d been thinking of him in my mind – Naked Guy.

How was this possible?

“Belle?” Josie Pirelli, the HR manager of Pyramide Development and my new manager, looked at me.

“Are you all right?”

She had just introduced me to Greer in his corner office with the big glass windows.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, sticking out my hand and forcing a smile on my face.

“Oh, but we’ve met before, haven’t we?” He said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he took my hand and shook it.

“We have?” I said, pretending not to remember our awkward encounter a couple of months ago.

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” he said, folding his arms across his chest, a naughty smile on his face. His teeth were very white, his stance very confident and I couldn’t stand the arrogance with which he was looking at me, willing me to remember him in all his glory.

“What do you mean?” Josie asked, confused. “You’ve met before?”

The phone rang and Michael excused himself to answer it. Josie led me out of the office.

“Michael Greer is not the kind of man you forget meeting,” she said, lifting her eyebrows.

I knew I had to come up with a good excuse.

“I must not have had my contact lenses in,” I said quickly. “When I met him, I mean. I was trying to make a good impression at the time for my job interview, you know? Not wearing the glasses? Not really a good idea,” I smiled apologetically.

“Right,” Josie said, with a frown, but she seemed to accept my excuse.

“I’m wearing contacts now,” I assured her.

She was right though, Michael Greer was not the kind of man you forgot easily. He was too annoyingly arrogant, too full of himself. The kind of handsome that was photoshopped onto billboards to advertise toothpaste or movies or expensive watches. He knew he looked good too, he had that way about him, the confidence of someone who always got what he wanted.

I had to walk faster to keep up with Josie as she took me around the office and introduced me to everyone, showing me my cubicle where I’d be working. But I didn’t hear a thing. I couldn’t get my head around the fact that Michael Greer was my boss.

I had worked so hard to get this summer internship job. Hundreds of people had applied to get in and I had managed to bag it. I’d been so excited! This was going to be my opportunity to get out of small-town Nolan, or as I thought of it privately, Nowhere, in rural Kansas. I have nothing against it, really. I’d grown up there and spent happy childhood years cycling about the corn fields and playing in the rivers, but for as long as I could remember, I’d dreamed of living in the city and getting away from my wonderful but overprotective dad.

I thought back to how I’d met Michael Greer a few months ago, when I came up to the city for the interview for the summer internship. I was supposed to meet with some people from the company, the HR team in particular, as this was the internship I was applying for.

When I got to the city hotel, there was a stuff-up with the booking. The reservation had somehow gotten lost, and they couldn’t find my name anywhere on the system. I was furious, demanded that they make a plan.

Just then, I heard someone say behind me, “If there is a problem, I may be able to help?”

I turned around and saw a man in a tuxedo, very attractive, on his way out.

He didn’t introduce himself.

“I have a suite,” he said, “That’s two bedrooms and I’m only using the one. I’ll be out anyway tonight and will only come back late, so we might not even see each other. You’re welcome to use the other room?”

I wasn’t really in a position to say no. Before I knew it, he said goodnight and left for his evening out. The hotel staff gave me an extra key to his room, and I went up to the eighth floor. The suite was expansive, luxuriously furnished and I knew that whoever had booked these rooms had money and lots of it. I went to bed early and was ready to leave early the next morning too. I didn’t want to take advantage and wanted to be out of there before he even woke up. I’d intended to go for breakfast and then waiting in the lobby until it was time to leave for my interview. I took my things to the living room area of the suite, checking that I had everything, when the bathroom door opened and the man, who I now know was Michael Greer, came out.

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