Page 12 of Billionaire's Baby Mistake

“Do you think you can fill in for a few days?” I ask seriously. “Nina has a family emergency, and I need someone to do all the PA stuff.” She looks at me curiously as if she can’t quite figure me out, and I continue talking. “I can get someone in if it’s too much hassle….”

“No, not at all. You know me; I can do it all.” Yep, there’s still something flirty about her, which is good. “So, where do you want me to start?”

By the time midafternoon rolls around, I find myself in an excellent position. Because of Zaya’s outstanding organizational skills, we’ve managed to whiz through all the work that would generally take me all day. She’s also explained a lot of her PR stuff to me. As a result, I can see that she is excellent for the company, and I’m glad I opened my mind and let her take control.

“We make a good team,” I smile happily. “I can’t believe how quickly we got things done.”

“How do you normally spend your afternoons when you finish early?” she asks, scanning my office. “Do you lord it over everyone, reminding them who you are?”

“Of course not!” I exclaim, a little too loudly. “Is that the sort of person you think I am? No, Nina and I never manage to get things done this quickly, so I’ve never had the opportunity to do anything.”

“Funny,” she smirks. “I imagine her under your desk, pleasing you inotherways.”

Is she saying what I think she is? From the twinkle in her eye, I am pretty sure she’s getting wild. Shit, now my whole body is tingling with desire…

“I think I’ve managed to keep Nina working for me for so long because she’s married. There hasn’t ever been anything between us.” But, of course, now that I have Zaya in my life, any interest I once had in Nina is long gone. It fascinated me that she wouldn’t let me. It’s clear now that if we had screwed, I would never have looked at her again. She’s a nice girl and pretty enough, but nothing compared to Zaya. “If it were you, however….”

She stands and gives me a look that has my pulse thundering with need. I stare at her wide eyed as she moves toward the door, swaying those sexy hips. For a split second, I fear I might have offended her, and she’s leaving me behind, but then she clicks the lock shut and the entire atmosphere in the room changes. There is a sexual tension so thick that I could cut it with a knife.

“What are you…?” I begin asking before trailing off lustily. She’s moving nearer, with intent, and while I’m not quite sure what’s about to happen, I know I don’t want to stop it.

Her fingers trail along my desk, as I watch in awe. Then she tumbles to the ground and climbs under the desk.Is this for real? Is my ultimate fantasy about to come true?I might have had several sexual experiences in this room, but nothing likethis. Nothing has had my entire body freaking out with such intense passion.

As her fingers fumble with my zipper, trying to free my thick, throbbing erection, I toss my hands behind my head and let my eyes slide shut. I try to remain quiet and in control as she takes me between her fingers, but I cannot stop the intense tremor that races right through my body and into my cock. She plays with it for a few moments, as if trying to get used to it, before moving her mouth closer and wrapping her lips around me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, slamming my hands down on the desk in amazement. “Oh, my God, Zaya.”

Her mouth on me is impressive. I don’t know how long I can control myself while she’s doing this. She’s taking me right in, almost to the back of her throat, flickering her tongue up and down my length. It feels utterly phenomenal. This is even better than any fantasy I could have concocted. Her tongue on me is sending me flying high. As the pressure builds within me, and I know my release is about to come, I find that euphoric, loving sensation filling me once more. When I’m at my most vulnerable, my feelings seem to become more accessible, and I can accept how I feel about Zaya without any guilt or fear.

After only a few moments, I explode in desire, shuddering and buckling under the power of her lips. Then, as I watch her slide out from under the desk while I’m panting like crazy, I stare in awe as she makes a point of swallowing everything right in front of me.

“You are incredible, and you know that?” I gasp, trying to zip myself up with my body still shaking.

“The best PA you’ve ever had?” She’s teasing and flirting with me, and I love it. What I wouldn’t give to hire her to be next to me all the time… the only problem is I wouldn’t get anything done.

“Oh, my God, without a doubt, if I could, I would fire Nina right now and have you on board full time. If only you weren’t so damn good at all the PR stuff.”

We both laugh momentarily, enjoying one another’s company, which feels just as good as what she just did to me. I like her being around for every reason, and I can’t help but want to get to a point where we can be like this every day.

Zaya

“Doyouthinkthisis going to work?” Alex implores me. “I just…I wouldn't say I like this media stuff, and facing them head on in a press conference terrifies me. I’ve never enjoyed it.”

“I would never have guessed,” I tell him honestly. “Before I got the job with International Pharma Co. I watched some of your interviews online, and you always seem confident. I know you’ll pull this off today. Just do whatever it is that you normally do.”

I’ve called the press conference because things went from good to a little…less good after the party. Some of the tabloids started to suggest that the pills might contain chemicals that aren’t good for human consumption, and as time passed, that seems to have become an accepted fact. Although I might not understand much about the medical world – which I should, considering who my father is – I have been reassured that is not the case. So I want this to be put to bed before it becomes an damaging issue. If this formula is my father’s, and he intends to do something with it, I don’t want it to look bad. I’ve worked so damn hard to make this a success and now I need Alex to do his part. That much is accurate, and I need him to pull it out of the bag.

“Well, you know what they say,” he grins at me, “fake it until you make it.”

At that moment, I feel a natural affinity for him. Unfortunately, we’re both wearing a mask most of the time, but for different reasons. We inherited a past from our parents and are trying to do our best with it. I feel bad that this nice guy is slowly becoming unraveled by me when it isn’t his fault. The guy I want to get my revenge on isn’t here, but I don’t have any other choice. I’m afraid it has to be him, and I keep that in mind.

“Yeah, well… we’ve been through all the difficult questions that might come your way, so you know what to say, right?” I researched what everyone was saying enough to learn what the media might ask. I might not know much about the industry, but I do feel that I understand journalists sufficiently to know the areas they’re likely to navigate.

“We’ve practiced all the answers. I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine. And don’t forget I’ll be by your side the entire time.” I rub his shoulders lightly, instantly noticing the spark racing through my body. I ward it off as it makes everything very confusing, so I snatch my hand back rapidly to disguise it. Nonetheless, Alex is already grinning at me, proving that he felt it too. “Just kick ass, okay?”

“Okay,” he sighs deeply, mentally preparing himself. “Let’s go in there. Let’s get this done.”

I want to tell him that at least he looks good in his charcoal suit, but that feels inappropriate, so I force my lips to remain zipped shut. Looking good and appearing professional is vital in things like this, so at least he’s done that much.

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