Billionaire Boss 4

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Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Caleb

I’ve just been outplayed by a kid.

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When I told Leah I was willing to make her my plaything, I was subtle but still very clear that our relationship would be a secret. Sex where nobody sees, nothing else. There would be no motions or kisses in public. If she ever tried anything. I would remind her of her place–that was my mindset.

…until she blew me away by kissing my lips on the street with such force there’s now an erection in my pants. I’m fucking hard, and that’s a problem for multiple reasons.

First, her friends are watching us with hawk–like eyes. Second, she is too young for me, and as the managing partner of a

ironclad huge law firm and the CEO of Steele Enterprises, I cannot risk a scandal. Third, I’ve always prided ntyself on my self–control. I don’t get blindsided by emotions or impulses. Yet here I am, standing on the street with arosy–cheeked eighteen–year–old girl’s tongue in my mouth and an embarrassing bulge in my Armani trousers.

“Leah,” I manage to breathe out as I gently push her back with r hands on her shoulders, breaking our contact. Her eyes are wild, and she is panting, which suggests that the kiss was good for her, too.

The worst part? There’s a mischievous sparkle in her eyes that suggests she’s quite pleased with herself, and I’ve always had a thing for bad girls. I also happen to like blondes since, in my experience, they are usually feisty…

“Sorry,” she says, not sounding sorry at all. “I got carried away.” Acheeky grin spreads over her lips that makes me realize this ‘girl‘ is just like my ex–wife–a master of manipulation and games.

I snort before grabbing her arm and pulling her close enough so that I can lean down and whisper into her ear, “Are you done showing off to your little friends, or can we get the hell out of here so I can get what I came for?”

She looks up at me with those unnerving doe–eyes. “What did you come for?” she asks, all innocence and naivety even though she knows damn well what I’m here for.

My cock hardens further, if that’s even possible. I haven’t wanted to fuck someone this badly since things ended with my ex- wife. Being rich makes women throw themselves at me, but Leah is different.

I seldom get surprised by a person, but Leah is an actress, and I like that. The innocent way she is looking at me right now? It’s a far cry from the vixen who had just pressed herself against me in a public display of wanton desire. I’m impressed by her acting skills, and the fact she is daring to use them with me makes me want to break her, make her moan, and beg for my attention.

“You,” I growl into her ear, my grip hard around her upper arm to hold her in place. “I came here for you. So get your sassy little ass inside the car so we can drive somewhere more…private

Any other other woman would squeal at the opportunity of fucking a billionaire. Most of them seem to think it might lead to a marriage and them getting rich.

But Leah?

She rolls her eyes at me. “How romantic.”

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I arch an eyebrow. Is this eighteen–year–old really giving me attitude? Fascinating since she needs me. Her father has already told me they cannot afford to send her to college. So, Leah is relying on being my assistant for the summer, essentially means pleasing me.

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Yet here she is, challenging me.

“Leah,” I say, my voice low as I try to regain control over the situation. “I’m not your high school sweetheart; don’t expect me to be romantic.”

She huffs a laugh, her doe–eyes flashing with rebelliousness as they meet mine. “I’m an erotic author, Caleb–if you want me wet and needy for your cock inside your car, you will have to try harder than that.”

A shock of desire pulses through me at her words, making me grip her arm tighter. “You certainly have a way with words,” I reply, the edge in my voice revealing more than I’d like to admit

The corners of her mouth turn upward into an impish little grin. But before she is given a chance to reply, I pick her up like a bride and march around the car.

When I notice her jaw has officially fallen to the ground, I ask in smug voice. “How is this for romance?”

Her face turns red before she looks away. I only worry for a moment that picking her up might have been too much when I realize her blush means that she finds it attractive.

My lips curl into a teasing smile. “You like being picked up and carried.”

She leans her head against my chest. “Shut up…”

I chuckle in response to her obvious embarrassment but quickly return to my stone–faced expression. What’s the matter with me? Since when do I care about a woman’s feelings? Since when do I find their embarrassment…cute?

“Let’s go,” I say as I open the car door and gently set her down on the passenger’s seat.

Her big eyes meet mine. “Promise me you’re not taking me out into the woods to kill me.”

I can’t help but laugh at her absurd comment. “Leah, do I look like a serial killer to you?”

She leans back in her seat and gives me a once over as if she’s seriously considering the question. She seems to mull it over for a moment before finally responding.

“Well, you’re very good–looking–aren’t all serial killers supposed to be charming and attractive? You fit the bill.”

The corner of my mouth lifts in amusement. “Is that what you think of me? Charming and attractive?”

“Yes,” she replies, the word slipping out before she can stop it. Her face flushes a deep shade of red as she realizes what she just admitted.

Her honesty strikes something in me; I find myself grinning at her reaction. Perhaps having her around is going to be more fun than I initially thought?

Leaning over, I fasten her seatbelt, my hand lingering on the buckle just a moment longer than necessary, something that makes her shiver. Interesting. Could it be my little author isn’t used to body contact either?

“Relax, Leah,” I say in a low voice, unable to keep the grin off my face as I lean back If you’re already nervous before we have even left this place, I can’t imagine how you will handle the rest of the night.”

Her eyes widen even more, if that’s possible, and her blush deepens. “What do you mean… the rest of the night?”

She swallows visibly, her eyes darting from mine to my biceps, chest and then back up again. Is she finally realizing just who she is dealing with her? Her sudden shyness boosts my confidence, and I smirk.