Page 4 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

Even in the somewhat shapeless outfit, I can make out the outline of her curves. I let my eyes trail her long legs, marveling at her silky, smooth fair skin and how toned her legs are.

Attraction hits me like a crashing sea against a boat, and I find myself wondering if those lips spread into a warm smile are just as soft as they look.

Before I can ask who she is, my redhead secretary, Freya, cuts in. “Miss Blair Osbourne, sir. You have an appointment with her today.”

Shock grips me as my eyes meet hers. “You’re Gregory’s daughter?” I can’t help but thunder in surprise, startling even Freya a little. I don’t know what I was expecting when Gregory told me about his daughter, but it wasn’t this.

This ethereal beauty that left me stunned the moment I saw her…

“Yes, sir.” Her smile grows wider, and its effect kicks me like a punch in my gut. “It’s nice to meet you.” She extends a hand towards me that I’m too stunned to take.

Someone clears their throat, possibly Freya, jolting me back to reality, and I find my hand slipping into Blair’s.

I suck in a breath at how soft and small her hand is against my rough, large ones. Something tingles within me, and I wonder if that feeling will grow even more if her hand ventures to other parts of my body.

I shake my head in horror at the dirty thoughts that seem to envelop my mind where Blair Osbourne is concerned. Steeling my gaze, I yank my hand out of hers. As a fifty-year-old man, I’ve been around several attractive women over the years. Surely Blair isn’t any different.

I tell myself I can get rid of the attraction, especially knowing she is my friend’s daughter and probably around half my age. Getting involved with her is only going to cause an uproar in my life that I definitely do not need.

Forcing my gaze to remain on her heart-shaped face, I take one step toward her. It’s an action I almost regret when I catch a whiff of her feminine, citrusy scent and almost bury my face in her delicate neck.

Christ! I need to get a grip on myself.

“I have just two things to say to you, Blair Osbourne…” I start, and she nods, eager to hear what I have to say. “I do not tolerate mistakes of any kind, one error on your part, and you’re out…”

“Of course, sir. I understand.”

I glower at her for interrupting me, but mostly because her voice sounds impossibly sultry, and it awakes parts of me that I’d rather remain asleep where she is concerned. “I wasn’t finished.” I snap at her.

Blair winces. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t…”

“The second is that just because your father got you this job doesn’t mean you are allowed to slack off. I won’t hesitate to fire you if I so much as sense laziness on your part.” I dig my hands in my pockets and take a step back. “Freya will show you to your desk, and I’ll call you when I need you.”

Dismissed, she bows her head slightly. “Yes, sir,” she replies and makes to leave.

“Alexander… call me Alexander.” I don’t know what prompts me to say that. Even Freya gasps because she knows that every other person in the office refers to me as Mr. Graves. But I don’t offer any explanation before grabbing my briefcase from Freya and walking away.

It takes everything in me not to spare a glance at Blair before slamming the door to my office shut.

Chapter three

A New Challenge-Blair

I wake up early, ready to conquer the world. Today is the day I prove myself to every single person at Graves Construction Company.

It’s been two weeks since I started working as Alexander Graves’ executive personal assistant, and I still haven’t been able to get his condescending words about my father getting me this job out of my mind. It doesn’t help that, somehow, the entire populace of the large company has found out how I got the job and is spreading gossip among themselves.

Not only that, everyone seems to know about how I lost my previous job and are all wondering why the boss bothered to hire me in the first place. On top of that, Alexander’s secretary opened her big mouth and told everyone that cared to listen that I was on a first-name basis with the boss. Now, everyone is speculating that there may be something going on between Alex and me.

I scoff amidst brushing my teeth. If only they knew that he treats me as just another employee, invisible, and hardly worth his time.

Alexander Graves had been nothing at all like I expected. I had taken one look at his silky dark hair, cropped short in a way that showed off his strong, angular face, his clear, gray eyes that seemed guarded, and his six feet four body honed with muscles that showed an obvious affinity for exercise and been at a loss for words.

He looked nothing like a fifty-year-old man with a teenage daughter, and if Freya hadn’t rushed forward to greet him the moment he strode out of that elevator, I never would have known that he was the man my father spoke about with great respect.

Then, he had opened his mouth, that air of authority and intimidation clinging around him, and berated me, albeit more subtly, just like everyone else at work had been doing the past few weeks.

It’s why I have been so determined to prove myself to each one of them, including him. There’s no point in trying to change the narrative with my words. I will let my work do it for me.

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