Page 39 of Interning For A Billionaire

“I’m not gonna be in today,” I said, making my voice sound positively faint.

“No, of course not! You rest, get better, I’ll move your…”

I ended the call while she was still talking.

Across from me, Belle was lying at the top end of the bed. She’d been giggling throughout the call and now that it was over, she jumped up.

“You’re terrible,” she laughed, kicking me, not that softly. “That was totally convincing! Do you have a lot of practice with lying?”

I shrugged casually.

She shook her head, supposedly in disgust but I knew it was an act. We’d discussed this after all. She’d heard that one of the graphic designers had caught a tummy bug from her kids and thought it could give us the perfect excuse to call in sick.

“But you’re the boss, you can’t be sick!” she protested. “I’m nobody, who’ll miss me?”

“I will,” I said, and pulled her closer into an embrace, her mouth opening willingly and easily. I still couldn’t believe how quickly it had all happened for us. When she arrived at my doorstep on Tuesday evening, dressed to the nines, even wearing make-up, I barely recognized her. She looked like a Russian model, I actually thought she might have pressed my buzzer by mistake. My neighbor was a fashion photographer and he often had models come over. I used to be rather envious of his visitors.

But not anymore.

I let her in and took off those clothes right away, which was a pity because she really did look fabulous. But I had to have her, after our brief interlude in the office, I’d only wanted more.

Belle seemed more than willing to indulge me. We had sex all over the apartment, in my bed, on the couch, on the day bed outside, even in the hammock I had strung up outside. Wrapped up in the Super Chunky Luxury Throw from Amazon, I held her close and nuzzled her neck, marveling at the softness of her skin.

We woke up as the sun came up and she got ready to go.

“Do you have to leave?” I asked plaintively.

“I’ve got to go to work!” she laughed.

I watched her get dressed, getting up naked, her full breasts swaying languorously with every stride. She was incredibly beautiful with a figure that I simply couldn’t get enough of. She was taller than most women, with a long waist and washboard flat stomach. I could see she’d been an athlete; her legs were strong and toned.

“Come back tonight,” I said.

“Again?” she smiled teasingly at me.

“Yes, again.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Are you going to feed me this time or will it be more of this?” she playfully pointed to all of the places we’d made love.

“Well…” I said. “I’ll have some food delivered. What do you feel like? Sushi? Vietnamese? Pizza?”

She pulled a face. “Please, no pizza. I’ve had enough pizza to last me two lifetimes.”

“Okay, you win! No pizza… I’ll pick up something after work.”

She blew me a kiss as she left and all day long, I kept watching her through my glass windows, completely unable to concentrate on work. All I could think about, was how long it was until I could pin her down again, hold that golden brown body in my arms again.

We spent another night in bed and the next day, I convinced her to call in sick and play hooky with me.

“So what do we do now?” she asked me.

“We stay in bed, of course, we’re very sick, remember!”

She smiled at me.

“What if they come checking up on us?”

“What?”

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