The Tartan Billionaire (The Billionaire Chronicles Book 1) by Em Taylor

Author:Em Taylor [Taylor, Em]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-08-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Lena

Monday passed in a whirl. Calum and I made love and snoozed in the morning. Eventually, I forced him out of bed and into the office for an afternoon shift. In the evening, I talked him into letting me go home. I was tired and needed some alone time. He sulked a little but put on his big boy pants and understood. At least I think he did. Besides, it gave him some father/son time with Ricky and allowed him to set ground rules with his parents.

With all that said, he did insist on dropping me off in his car and picking me back up in it on Tuesday morning, despite me telling him I could take the bus. I would have told him I’d be in later but I suspected that would change nothing. He’d still arrive for me in his car or send Gerry later to collect me.

I was working on the finishing paragraphs of my Greyfriars Bobby information, which still needed to be redrafted when Calum popped his head in the door of my office.

“Hey gorgeous.”

I smiled. “Mr Stewart. What can I do for you?”

He grinned. “I like this whole, boss/secretary thing you’ve got going on, honey but it’ll have to wait. Can you come into my office? We’re having a meeting. I want your input.”

I stood and considered what to say next. “That wasn’t a boss/secretary thing I had going on. It was a warning to you. Don’t call me gorgeous around the office. It’s unprofessional.”

He looked taken aback. “But you are gorgeous and we’re alone.”

“You’re my boss.”

“Does this mean I’m not getting a blow job after the meeting?”

I narrowed my gaze at him and he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“I’m kidding. Sort of,” he chuckled. “I’m mostly kidding though I’m not totally averse to the idea. I’m only made of flesh and blood. Give a guy a break.”

I glanced down at the trousers of his perfectly tailored suit. It was fucking bulging at the zip. “Have you got a hard-on?” I asked in a whisper.

“You’re in the room, Of course I’ve got a fucking hard-on.” The side of his mouth lifted. “Tell me you’re not wet.” He gazed into my eyes. Now I thought about it… I glanced out of the window and bit my lip.

“What’s the meeting about?”

He chuckled but let it go. “My new philanthropic project. I want your input.”

“I know nothing about philanthropy.”

“Philanthropy just means love of people—well it’s the Greek word for man but in this sense, it means people. You know about people. I want your input.”

“I doubt I’ll be any use,” I complained.

“You’d be surprised,” he said, mildly. “Now, follow me, Ms Bryant. “And don’t stare at my cute arse.” Well now he’d said it, that was all I could stare at. Shit… it was delicious. I wanted to take a bite out of it. “Stop staring” he muttered when we were out in the foyer. I was going to kill him one day. Bastard.

We walked into

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