Page 3 of Interning For A Billionaire

“I only had a few seconds too,” I reminded him.

Then I turned my phone off.

“Right, so now we can call it quits. You’ve seen me naked, and I’ve seen you naked. I hope we can get past this whole naked body thing so that I can get to work and do the best job I possibly can for your company.”

He was not smiling anymore. If anything, he seemed thoughtful, he was nodding.

Then he said, “I think I need to see that last picture again,” he said, winking at me.

“I think you’ve seen all you need to see,” I said, turning on my heels and walking out of his office.

My heart was beating fast, but I felt good. I had kept my cool, I wouldn’t let him derail me anymore. It was just a naked body. Millions of them around.Mine wasn’t that bad either, even if I said so myself. I’d never sent photographs of myself to anyone or done anything like this before. But I had to level the playing field.

I really hoped that this would be the end of this whole business.

But I had underestimated Michael Greer.

Our little game was far from over.

Chapter 2

Michael

My first meeting of the day was a phone conversation with a big client.

I was ready to have a tough conversation about monthly targets and reasonable expectations. Instead, I found myself talking about women and babies.

It was not what I expected.

At all.

“Clint! How are you!” I said as I heard him pick up the phone.

“Michael! Jesus, could you sound a little less sprightly?” he said, sounding groggy.

“I’ve always been a morning person!” I joked. It was true, though. I’d been up since five this morning.

Clint groaned. “I don’t know what I used to be,” he said, morosely. “Night owl, early bird, whatever. But I know I was the kind of person who liked to sleep for at least a few hours a night.”

“Not getting much sleep?” I guessed.

“No.” He sighed, “New baby and all.”

I remembered something about him remarrying and his second wife giving birth to their first child a few weeks ago.

“At least things are looking good on the site testing,” I said, trying to get the topic round to work, but Clint wasn’t interested in talking about that.

“I am not sleeping. At all,” he said. “I need my sleep, you know, this is like Chinese torture.”

“That’s…. tough,” I said, not really knowing what to say.

“When I met Juliette, she was this gorgeous woman, like a model. Beautiful. She looked like she belonged in a magazine. Now, some days, she doesn’t get out of her pajamas. And I’m not talking sexy nighties. Old T-shirts, jogging shorts. She looks homeless.” He sounded like he was going to cry, “She cut her hair short, for God’s sake!” He sounded miserable, “I don’t even recognize her anymore!”

“It will get better, I’m sure,” I said.

“Really? You’ve got kids?”

“Err…no, but my brother Nathan and his wife Emma have two little ones and they recently went to St. Bart’s for a romantic break. Without the kids.”

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