Page 21 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

Chapter Nine

Rodney

On Wednesday, Danielle was back in the elevator with me. I was happy to see her, even though I wouldn’t admit it to her. Yesterday, she had come in on time instead of being early, so we hadn’t spent time in the elevator together. It meant there hadn’t been any sexual tension for me to deal with, but I had to admit that I’d missed her, even if I hadn’t wanted to.

Danielle had something about her that just got me. I hadn’t ever felt this way about anyone else. I wasn’t sure if it was the concept of something taboo, something thrilling because of the secrecy, or if it was because she was genuinely a great person and stunning to boot. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t seem to shake her. She was on my mind constantly when I wasn’t around her, and when I was, it was torture.

Yesterday, she was driving me mad. She was so distant and difficult to reach. I knew it had been because of what I’d said to her, but we couldn’t sleep together again. Still, she had been hot as hell, just out of my reach. Danielle was already a weakness I was sure I couldn’t afford. It was that much worse when she played hard to get.

It made her irresistible.

Yesterday, she had worn a navy pencil skirt with a white blouse that had given her a nautical look in the sexiest way. She had worn heels that made her calves look fantastic. Today, she wore another skirt with a slit at the back that ran up dangerously high. It made her ass look fantastic.

I had caught a glimpse when she walked in through the doors and turned around to stand next to me. Her legs were still beautiful. I wanted to run my hands up her smooth thighs, enjoying what I found.

The blouse she wore looked like a vest that had been adapted for women. It traced her curves, pushing up her breasts, and creating a small line of cleavage that was sexy and almost inappropriate, but it was still acceptable.

I pushed the thoughts away. If I didn’t keep it under control, I was going to end up in more trouble than I could handle. Or, more precisely, I was going to end up inside Danielle again. God, I could only imagine how fantastic that would be. I’d been there once, so I knew what to expect this time. And it had been as fantastic as I’d always imagined, if not more.

But I had to keep her at arm’s length. If it came out that we had slept together, I could lose one of my biggest investors and my best friend. And if it turned into a scandal, I could potentially lose all of them. I couldn’t afford for them to pull my funding. I had a lot of money, but it was all tied up in my company and real estate, and if I lost the company in any way, I would be royally screwed.

I had worked hard for my money, I had made a name for myself in the business world, and I had become someone worth knowing. I didn’t want to lose all of that because of a fling.

Although, I would never see Danielle as only a fling or some cheap piece of ass.

I glanced at Danielle again. She stood close to me, close enough that I could smell her perfume. God, that scent took me back to Saturday night. I wanted to take her so badly again. I pushed the thought away. We were two adults. We could be civilized.

Danielle dropped a pen, and it bounced, landing at my feet. Before I could kneel to pick it up for her, doing the gentlemanly thing, Danielle ducked down to get it. It pressed her up against my legs. She stood up, brushing against me, and my cock hardened in my pants.

I couldn’t help it. The moment she touched me, I was hot for her. I wanted to drive her back until she was against the elevator wall. I wanted to unzip that sexy little skirt and push my hand down the front, fingering her until she moaned my name. I considered hitting the emergency button so I could have time alone with her.

My dick pushed against my pants, and I couldn’t hide it. Thank God I had a briefcase. I cleared my throat.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, and she smiled innocently at me.

I swallowed, trying to shift to rearrange my dick without touching it outright. She’d only dropped something, but I was sure she had done it on purpose. Of course, I couldn’t ask her.

The last part of the elevator ride was pure torture. I had an erection I couldn’t do anything with, and Danielle stood next to me, syrupy sweet, looking like she had no idea what she had done to me. I was sure she knew exactly what she was doing to me but the way she stood next to me, pretending the air around us wasn’t impossible to breathe, somehow made it all that much more intense. God, what had I gotten myself into?

“Are you ready for the meeting?” Danielle asked.

I blinked at her, trying to figure out what she was talking about, when I remembered about the meeting that was arranged for today, last minute.

“I think so,” I said. “Are you ready to take minutes?”

Danielle nodded. “I looked it up, asked around, and found out how I had to do it, so I think I’m ready.”

I nodded. I was impressed that she was taking initiative, making an effort to get to know her job. It was another thing that made her attractive. There was something about a woman that knew how to figure out life without the help of a man. The era of damsels in distress had long passed, and it was beautiful when a woman could stand up for herself.

The elevator pinged and slid open on the top floor. I let Danielle walk first. I watched her ass as she stepped out of the elevator in front of me, and I had to force myself not to stare at her the whole way to the office.

When Danielle and I walked into the boardroom, everyone was already present. Harry and Max were there, as well, and I nodded a greeting to them. My lab assistant, Leon Martin, stood at the head of the table, ready to start his presentation. He had prepared a beta version of the software, the first trial run.

The first step was usually the most exciting. It was where we could see what we were going to eventually offer the public without having to worry about gossip and bad reactions. It was where we could relish in our invention in private.

But I was distracted, today. Danielle was with me in the room, upright in her seat in the corner, concentrating on her laptop. She was beautiful when she concentrated. Her face was serious, her green eyes were focused, and her long nails clacked lightly on the keys.

“Mr. Jones?” Leon asked, and I looked up. He looked at me expectantly, and I realized I had been asked a question. I had been distracted.

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