Page 76 of Assistant to the Billionaire CEO

Stella wasn’t part of my meeting. Now that the missing boxes had arrived, I found her time best spent helping everybody involved to get the merger papers prepared.

“Good morning,” I formally replied as the others said their friendly and warm hellos. It seemed like she had made many friends in the short time she’d been here.

The elevator doors slid closed again with a loud hiss.

“Why can’t every morning start with a smile from Miss Copeland in an elevator?” one of the young men joked, and I gave him a hard look.So much for small talk…

“What floor, Miss Copeland?” one of the account executives asked her eagerly.

“The 8th, thank you,” she said, and he beamed at her as he pressed the button for the 8th floor.

“Excuse me,” she said in a friendly tone, “so sorry, excuse me,” she continued, squeezing past the elevator’s occupants, and positioned herself so that she was standing directly behind me.

“It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?” she asked into the crowd and received enthusiastic comments.

The elevator jolted as it started moving upward again, causing Stella to stagger behind me. Tits. No doubt. Her tits pressed against my back as she tried to regain her balance. An involuntary chuckle escaped my lips, one that clearly made no sense. I hid it behind a small cough. I felt her tits again. Hmm. Oh, I see. She was doing it on purpose. My dick twitched.

“You better not,” I muttered quietly to my back.

She didn’t listen. In fact, the little minx spent the rest of the next agonizing moments we were gliding upward toward the 7th floor—with stops and goes on every damn floor—pressing her tits against my back or “discreetly” rubbing her undoubtedly puckered nipples against my arm.

My cock appreciated the gesture. I didn’t.

“You wait,” I hissed under my breath.

“Did you say something, Mr. Windsor?” she asked loudly, all innocently.

Ping.

The doors slid open on the 7th, and I stepped out of the elevator, ready to head to the executive boardroom where the investors were awaiting me. But instead of proceeding to where I was expected, I turned around to look back at the crowd of people inside. “Stella, please join me.”

“Oh…yes, sir, of course,” she said. Her eyes twinkled like diamonds caught in sunlight, and I knew that her little stunt hadn’t just heated me, it had heated her too. She wrung her hands together and cautiously slipped through the now-smaller group of people in the elevator, making her way toward me. “Bye, everyone.”

As soon as the doors closed, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure we were alone. We were. The only two souls currently in the hallway were my assistant and me.

Stella was avoiding eye contact.

When I didn’t say anything, she asked, “What do you need me to help with, boss?” She was staring down at her stilettos.

“I didn’t say I needed your help with anything,” I grumbled, sticking my free hand in my pocket to avoid giving in to the urge to touch her. “What were you doing? And look at me.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, meeting my gaze. Her lips quirked.

“You know exactly what I mean,” I said. “You were brushing up against me like a cat.” I lowered my voice to a deep register. “You were trying to seduce me.”

“No. I would never. Ever. If I brushed against you, it was accidental. I’d never try to seducemyboss.”

She blinked at me, twice.

That little minx.

I stepped closer, almost brushing against her, but made it a pointnotto touch her, unlike she had done in the elevator. It wasn’t what I wanted to do. Not in the least. What I really wanted to do was push her against the wall, press myself between her legs, deeply, and take her right there for her insolence.

“Don’t lie to me,” I rumbled. “How wet are you right now?”

“Youwish,” she said cheekily. “I am not. I don’t get wet that easily, and definitely not by bossy grumps like you.” Her eyes widened. Her hand flew up to clasp her mouth. Obviously, that had slipped out, her mouth faster than her brain. “Shoot. Forget I said that. I mean, I don’t get wet by bosses like you…wait, no, eh…” Her eyes grew larger as she realized that hadn’t really made things better. She lowered her hand. “I mean, I don’t get wet byanybosses, not just y—”

“Stella,” I hummed, catching her gaze. “Bossy grumps like me? That’s how you see me? Hm? As some surly, bad-temperedgrouch?” I needed to teach her a lesson for that too.

---