Page 10 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

Still, I’m glad she turned around instead of accepting her plight and leaving. And a part of me is elated that she still exists in my life, no matter how professional I intend to keep my relationship with her.

As I step into my office, I find Blair already there and waiting, with her back to me. I take a moment to observe her, watching how diligently engrossed in her work she is. Her once hesitant movements have been replaced with confidence, her posture exuding a newfound sense of purpose. It's as if a switch has been flipped, transforming her from a timid assistant into a capable professional.

Over the past few days, I've watched her grow, gradually shedding her initial nervousness. At first, I had reservations about keeping her after firing her. She seemed disorganized and unsure of herself, but her determination and eagerness to learn won me over. Now, seeing her flourish, I can't help but feel a sense of pride.

Blair's transformation became evident when she started taking ownership of her tasks. Instead of relying on constant guidance, she now tackles assignments with initiative and resourcefulness. Her ability to anticipate my needs has improved, and she effortlessly manages my schedule, making adjustments on the fly.

Today is a particularly busy day, with back-to-back meetings and an important presentation to prepare. As I approach my desk, I catch sight of Blair meticulously organizing the documents, ensuring everything is in order. Her attention to detail impresses me, and I can't help but smile.

"Blair," I call out, my voice filled with appreciation. She looks up, her eyes meeting mine, a hint of surprise flickering across her face.

"Yes, Alexander?" she responds, her voice laced with newfound confidence.

I refrain from showing just how much the sound of my name on her lips affects me. "I just wanted to let you know how impressed I am with your dedication and hard work. You've truly come into your own as my personal assistant," I express, genuine admiration evident in my voice as I drop my briefcase onto my desk and sit in my chair.

Her cheeks flush with a rosy hue as she offers a shy smile. "Thank you, Alexander. I've been striving to improve and prove myself capable of handling the responsibilities."

"And you've succeeded," I affirm, my voice firm. "Your efforts have not gone unnoticed. I value your commitment and the contributions you bring to this team."

Blair's eyes sparkle with a mixture of gratitude and relief. It's clear she has poured her heart and soul into her work, striving to exceed expectations. Witnessing her growth, I realize that our professional relationship has evolved into something more meaningful.

I take a moment to reflect on the subtle shifts in our dynamic. Somewhere along the way, my admiration for her competence transformed into something deeper- a connection that transcends the confines of the office.

I've grown fond of her, captivated by her intelligence, dedication, and kind spirit. Though I never intended for this to happen, I find myself feeling more for her than my attraction toward her.

Refusing to let my thoughts trail further into more dangerous territories, I shake my head and swallow those feelings until they’re buried within me. I wave at the chair opposite me, gesturing for Blair to sit as I say, “You know what? How would you like to come along to the Anderson meeting with me?”

Blair’s deep blue eyes widen in surprise, and her lips part as she gapes at me. “What? Seriously?” She breathes out softly like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

With a deep chuckle, I nod in response, and she squeals happily.

Realizing where she is, Blair’s hand rushes to cover her mouth and stop the high-pitched noise that just escaped it. She visibly gulps and drops her hand. “Are you sure? I messed up the last appointment and…”

I quickly cut her short. Initially, I had no intention of bringing her along to that meeting, not after she had almost cost the company that particular deal, but after seeing how much she had improved over time, it just seemed like the perfect reward. “I know, but you’ve kept your promise of doing better and proven yourself while at it too.” I shrug casually when in reality, I live for the spark of joy in her expressive eyes. “Or don’t you want to?” I ask with a tilt of my head.

A slight bit of panic slips onto Blair’s face, and she raises both hands, waving them frantically in the air. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean… Of course, I want to. Thank you so much, sir, for this opportunity. You won’t regret it.” She leaps to her feet. “I should go and prepare. We leave in two hours,” she says before eagerly rushing off with a smile on her face that takes my breath away.

Grinning, I dive into my work, a feeling of satisfaction settling within me. Just knowing that I have made her that happy fills me with so much joy. And I find my control of the feelings that seem to appear whenever she’s in the same room as me slipping.

Hours later, I sit in the conference room surrounded by my business associates, trying to maintain my composure. Today's meeting is crucial, and the discussion revolves around a potential partnership that could greatly impact our company's future.

However, my focus is divided, my attention drawn to an unsettling dynamic unfolding before me.

Across the table sits Blair, her long, golden hair billowing beautifully around her shoulders in a way that makes me want to run my fingers through each strand just to see how soft they are. Her poise and professionalism shine through, as always, but it's hard to ignore the veiled interest that the Vice President of the Anderson firm, David, seems to be showing in her.

It doesn’t matter that Blair has paid him no heed, concentrating fully on recording everything that is being said in this meeting in her notepad. David has barely taken his wandering eyes off her.

David McCrae, a young and handsome executive with a reputation for charm, has a history of making advances toward women he finds intriguing. Now, his attention has turned to Blair, and it's clear he finds her captivating.

I've seen this play out before, and I refuse to let history repeat itself.

As David directs his charming smile and witty remarks toward Blair, I clench my fists beneath the table, trying to contain my rising anger. I don't want to be jealous or possessive, especially since I have no right to be anyway, but the thought of him and her together in that way fills me with unease.

I watch as Blair gracefully navigates the situation, maintaining her professional demeanor while subtly deflecting David's advances. Her polite yet distant responses reveal her disinterest, and I can't help but feel a flicker of hope. But the more she directs her wonderful smile at him, the higher that green-eyed beast within me rises.

The meeting continues, and the tension in the room becomes palpable. I decide to take charge, redirecting the conversation back to the matter at hand, subtly reminding everyone of the purpose of our gathering.

As the meeting draws to a close, I feel a mixture of relief and lingering concern. I'm relieved that the uncomfortable situation is coming to an end, but the unease lingers, knowing that David's advances might not stop here. I need to assert myself and make it clear that Blair is off-limits.

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