Page 2 of Interning For A Billionaire

Stark naked.

He wasn’t wearing any clothes and didn’t even have a towel around his waist.

“Oh,” he said, looking straight at me, not embarrassed in the slightest. “I thought you’d already left.”

He made no move to cover himself.

He had a great body, muscular and fit, the look of someone who worked out regularly. He was impressive in every aspect, especially in the one area where I didn’t want to look but couldn’t help my eyes from wandering to.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice ironic.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking down at my luggage and picking up my bag. “I…I’d wanted to be out of here by now.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he grinned at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort, and still making no move to cover himself.

I got out of the room as fast as I could, furious at myself for how I’d handled that situation.

It wasn’t like I’d never seen a naked guy before! My father is a family physician in Nolan and over the years, I’d often helped him take care of patients who arrived with all kinds of strange medical problems. Like the boy who’d zipped up his pants and managed to snag his willy in the teeth of the zipper. Another time, I accidentally walked in as my father gave a farmer a shot in the bum and as his pants were all the way down, I got a pretty good view of his pride and joy.

Then there was my boyfriend Sven, whose manhood I had, of course, seen as well. Others too.I certainly wasn’t a prude either and I’d had plenty of opportunity to view all aspects of the male body.

But something about Michael Greer and the way he had stood there, almost exposing himself to me, willing me to acknowledge how big and well-hung he was, really annoyed me.

I pushed the memory out of my head, refusing to think about it. I focused on my interview, and it went well. After that, I waited with anticipation to hear if I’d gotten the internship and I had. I was delighted. Getting into PyramideDevelopment at their San Francisco headquarters was a big coup. If the summer job went well, I could be looking at securing a permanent job. Living and working in one of the greatest cities in the country! I couldn’t believe my luck.

Could it have been too good to be true?

I thought of Michael Greer’s smile when he’d seen me in his office just now.

He had obviously recognized me from the hotel room as the country bumpkin who was thrown by his dazzling physique. He’d enjoyed embarrassing me like that in front of the HR manager.

It made me furious.

I had not worked so hard for this opportunity to let some idiot with a big dick get in the way of my plans. I would not allow Michael Greer to get in my way. I was determined to show him that I could get past our little hotel experience.

The only problem was, he wouldn’t let me.

Over the course of the next few days, Michael made a point of showing up at my desk, pretending to ask me about something, or checking up on me. He had a way of almost creeping up to me and forcing me to turn around while seated, my face almost touching his crotch.

I could see he was enjoying putting me in this uncomfortable position, making the most of our encounter in the hotel room and how he’d seen me appreciate his body. Whenever he could, he would make me aware of his body, to focus my attention on it.

He was enjoying himself a bit too much for my liking.

After about two days of this, I came up with a plan to level the playing field.

I knew it was a bit risky, but I could think of no other way to deal with the situation.

Then, early one morning, I knocked on his door.

“You have a moment?” I asked.

“For you, Belle, of course,” he said, pushing his chair back and getting up.

“I wanted to show you this,” I said. I opened up my phone and went to the gallery where I had taken some pictures of myself the previous evening. Naked pictures of my body. Showing my breasts, my pubic area, all of me. I held the screen to his face.

“Take a good look,” I said, my voice firm and professional.

His hand came up to take the phone, but I pulled the phone back.

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