Billionaire Affair

By Amber Turner

Charming Billionaire. Steamy Romance. Secret Affair.

A full-length, standalone romance with an HEA ending and no cliffhangers.

Alex Kingsley is a self-made billionaire and the most eligible bachelor in Manhattan. Every woman wants him and every man wants to be like him.

Joanna Harrison is from a small town in the South seeking to pursue her dream of establishing a name for herself in the fashion world. After graduating from NYU, she gets her first chance at Vogue. That's when she meets Alex.

He sees her in ways no one else does, making her forget all the rules. What really terrifies her is being vulnerable. She knows that her heart can't ever survive him. But though her instincts are telling her to run, she can't control the overwhelming desire that he stirs in her.

With fiery passion comes the possibility of heartbreak. Their combustible chemistry threatens to consume them both, testing the limits of their devotion. When things take a dangerous turn, she puts her trust—and her heart—in his hands.

Will breaking her rules just lead to a broken heart?

Note: Billionaire Affair is a full-length, standalone romance. HEA ending guaranteed, no cliffhangers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: melissahollandaise
• Release date: Jan 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370070381

Amber Turner

Amber Turner currently lives and works in the Midwest. She loves coffee, chocolate, and Charlie Hunnam. She also loves young adult fiction, especially the stories that make her laugh.

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Chapter

1

I flipped through the pages of the portfolio aimlessly. It was horrible. Knowing Jessica would hate it. I tossed it unceremoniously in the trash can and reached for the quickly cooling coffee at the edge of my desk with a groan of frustration. The day had started off shitty (I broke the coffee machine for the third time). I was halfway out of my office and ready to go bother David and avoid working, when my door swung open and he stepped in. He had on fitted black slacks with a nice, dark green sweater that made his blue eyes pop. Hey, bitch, he greeted. "You look hot today. Whoever picked out your outfit is a gift

from

god

."

I twirled around, stumbling slightly in the process of my modeling attempt. I try, I teased. "And I guess roommates who pick out my outfit and make breakfast are

pretty

cool

."

He rolled his eyes fondly. "We've got a meeting in 10 minutes. I assumed you forgot, so here

I

am

."

Thank god one of us is organized, I muttered as I reached for my phone and laptop, and followed him out

the

door

. 

We walked side by side, gossiping about the latest trends as we headed into the meeting room. We took our seats at the end of the table, mine by Jessica and David's across from me. He wiggled his eyebrows and I tried to hold in my laughter as Jessica

walked

in

.

Coffee, Joanna, she snapped. I stood up immediately and walked back to the break room. After starting a fresh pot, I leaned back against the counter to wait, tapping my heel against the floor and praying the machine wouldn't break like it always seemed to do in my presence. As soon as it was done, I grabbed the steaming mug and scurried back to the meeting room, where everyone was settling down into their seats and shuffling through various papers. I set the coffee in front of my boss, and then slid into my chair next

to

her

.

Alright, next month's issue, Jessica started, shuffling through some papers. "I'm thinking workplace chic.

Ideas

.

Go

."

Section on leather, it's so hot right now, David immediately put in. Everyone nodded in agreement and tapped away at their Macbooks.

What about a section on woman bosses? Powerful and sexy? a woman named Emma tried. She was a pretty blonde with a bob haircut whose ideas were never original, but once given an idea she could pull together a perfect article. And she was really fun to party with, so therefore one of my good friends.

So overdone, someone groaned. Emma glared at them until Jessica started talking. 

I agree, she mused, twirling a pen between her long, thin fingers. We need something fresh.

Everyone threw ideas in, some being immediately thrown out with disgust, others put into consideration. I chewed on the end of my pencil absentmindedly as I brainstormed, then waited for a lapse of silence in the storm of editors spitting out ideas. How about being your own boss? Someone who has risen to the top, worked hard to get there, and has extremely good taste, I attempted, eyes trained on my chipping fingernails as I awaited the harsh backlash from Jessica.

Instead, she gave me a strange look before smiling. I like it. Who, though? Think people.

What about that blogger, Leighton someone? She started a blogging website that's getting pretty popular. She's hot, too, Joseph brainstormed. That's good. Could be interesting. Any other ideas? 

Oh my god, David suddenly squealed. Everyone turned to face him and he clapped his hands excitedly. Alex Kingsley!

I heard murmurs of agreement throughout the room as everyone typed away on their laptops. They all seemed to know who he was, except for me. I'm sorry, who? I questioned with knitted eyebrows.

David giggled and sipped his coffee. Oh, my oblivious little North Carolina girl. Alex Kingsley of Kingsley Enterprises. Self-made billionaire, only twenty-four. He's super sexy too. Always dressed nice. And a mysterious sort of bad boy, which everyone loves.

Oh, I replied as I typed his name into google and waited for images to pop up. Oh. Shit, he's hot! I exclaimed. Jessica's eyes burned into me and I turned bright red. I mean, oh wow, he's very handsome? I squeaked.

She rolled her eyes and I turned back to my computer with a sheepish grin. It didn't take long for me to zone out of the conversation when there were plenty of articles about the gorgeous CEO who had immaculate taste in clothes. The first article was Business Weekly.

'Alex Kingsley, 24, is officially a multi-billionaire. His corporation and brand name are growing exponentially, along with his wealth. He recently bought a 2 story bachelor pad valued at 3.7 billion. He owns 6 cars, each worth over 100k. His beach house his valued at 1.5 billion. And he did this all on

his

own

."

Impressed, I clicked on the next link. It was a New York

Socialite

blog

. 

'British born Kingsley was recently seen out with none other than Jessica's Secret model Adriana Lima. He couldn't be reached for comment, but Adriana claims she is just friends with the drop-dead gorgeous 24 year old. But that's not the only woman Kingsley has been seen with. He's known for being a player, so look out ladies!'

Interesting. British? That was kind of hot. I was searching the images, entranced by his mysterious green eyes and curls that looked way to fluffy to be real, when I heard

my

name

.

Hm? I questioned, snapping my head away from the screen.

Nice of you to join us, Jessica seethed. "I was just telling you how it will be your job to get Kingsley to agree to an interview, because the entire article was

your

idea

."

Oh. Yeah, of course. No problem, I stammered, writing it down. She gave me an amused smirk that I didn't quite understand.

Meeting dismissed. Joanna, I expect an answer from him by Friday.

I nodded as I shut my laptop and grabbed my coffee before walking out the door. David’s' shrill voice called after me. Do you understand what she just did?! He shrieked, dragging me into his office. I shook my head no and sipped my lukewarm coffee. "She's setting you up for failure! Kingsley doesn't do interviews, ever. She knows it

won't

work

."

Are you serious? I groaned, collapsing into his chair. Not even one for a magazine as big as Vogue?

Nope, he scoffed. He apparently hates publicity. He's punched, like, 6 paparazzi or something. God that's hot. I bet he is so strong. I wonder--

David! Control your hormones, I commanded. He rolled his eyes. I'm going to try and call his office or whatever.

Good luck, he laughed as I stalked out, making sure to flick him off over my shoulder. I went back to my office and sat down, pulling my hair into a loose ponytail as I looked for an office number online. I found it and dialed it quickly.

Kingsley Enterprises, this is Caitlin, a young woman answered.

"Hi, this is Joanna from Vogue magazine. I was wondering if Mr. Kingsley was

available

for

-"

I'm going to have to stop you right there, Miss, she rudely cut in. Mr. Kingsley does not do interviews. Thank you for understanding.

I heard a click and the line went dead. I pinched the bridge of my nose and searched for another number, an email address, anything. After a few minutes of searching, I found a business email for Alex Kingsley and immediately drafted a letter.

----------------------

To: Alex Kingsley

Mr. Kingsley, next month's article for Vogue magazine will be highlighting a powerful person who has worked hard to get where they are. Someone who is their own boss. We have agreed that you would be the perfect person to represent this. We would be delighted to interview for our magazine. Please let us know if you are interested, and what day would work

for

you

.

Thanks,

Joanna Harrison, Vogue Fashion Intern

------------------

I tapped my red fingernails against the keyboard impatiently as I waited for response. Because, yes Alex Kingsley was absolutely gorgeous and I absolutely wanted to interview him. Professionally, of course.  Because I was a total professional and cherry red lips were not my only motivation.

Halfway through my 'Alex Kingsley shirtless' google search (for professional reasons, obviously), there was a small ping from my inbox that made me flinch. I quickly opened it up and bit down on my lip in nervousness as I

opened

it

. -----------------

From: Alex Kingsley, CEO of Kingsley Enterprise

Mrs. Harrison, thank you for your offer. Please do not contact this address again or a restraining order will be placed. Sorry for any inconvenience. Alex Kingsley, CEO of Kingsley Enterprise

-----------------

I couldn't help the small bit of laughter that escaped my lips as I dropped my forehead against my desk. Then I started hitting it against the hard wood over and over. Naturally, I was in that position when David barged in a few minutes later. I assume that means he agreed, he quipped, smirk tugging at the corners of his

thin

lips

.

I turned and glared at him. I sent him a perfectly nice email and he threatened to place a restraining order.

Oh my god, David laughed. It probably wasn't even him, though. His secretaries probably answer most of the stupid emails.

So mine was stupid? I questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

He raised his hands in defense. To him, probably. I groaned and dropped back in my chair, crossing my arms with a pout. David looked amused as he leaned back against the wall. You want my advice? Please, I sighed.

Go to his office. Talk to him in person. You're hot, and he obviously likes girls, unfortunately, so use your sex appeal and try to get him to agree.

I have the sex appeal of a dying horse.

Fair point.

Thanks for the vote of confidence, I scowled.

He shrugged. Just go. It's the only chance you'll have of maybe getting a legitimate answer from Kingsley himself.

Fine, I moaned, dropping my chin into my hands. David winked and left. I stared at my open computer, where Alex Kingsley' stupid billionaire face mocked me. What had I gotten

myself

into

?

Chapter

2

I awkwardly pulled down the hem of my dark red dress as I climbed out of the cab, handing the driver a few bills. I clutched my coffee tightly, staring up at the huge building in front me. It was a tall skyscraper in the middle of Manhattan, Kingsley Enterprises plastered across the top in classy letters.

I timidly walked inside. I was wearing a deep red, fitted Valentino dress and black Louboutins. David and I had searched the stock closet for photo shoots downstairs at the office for the perfect outfit. The dress was last season and not likely to be missed, the shoes a size six that had never been worn. I'd return them as soon as I was done. Everything I wore was way more than I could afford. And it felt awesome. I approached the reception desk where a gorgeous young blonde was tapping away at her computer.

Can I help you? She questioned, not

looking

up

.

Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Kingsley.

She let out a small laugh. Do you have an appointment?

"Well, no, but

I

just

-"

Then you can see Mr. Kingsley in about... She scrolled down her screen, biting her lip in concentration. 7 months.

Are you serious? I groaned. Listen, it's really important.

Sure it is. She laughed. Unless you're applying to be a receptionist, which I highly doubt you are, she scoffed, eying me. Or you are a multi-billionaire looking to do a merger, then there is simply no way you will be seeing Mr. Kingsley today.

Thank you so much for your help, I said sarcastically, turning on my heel and stomping out the door. I stood on the curb impatiently, searching the street for a taxi and calling David. He answered on the

first

ring

.

David, he isn't available for seven months, I'm never going to be able to talk to him, I whined immediately. Unless I'm a hot girl applying for a job or a fucking billionaire.

He giggled into the phone. "Are you really giving up

that

easy

?"

"Well, what am I supposed

to

do

?"

Obviously go in there and pretend you are either a billionaire or a hot girl applying for a job. Demand to see him. I want to see Jessica's face when you actually get the interview.

Seriously? Go in there and lie until I get to see him? No way. I'd get caught in a heartbeat, I muttered. 

Do it. Don't be such a baby! Go get Mr. Sexy Kingsley to agree. Fake the confidence that I know that Valentino dress is giving you. Now, I'd love to chat but I've got a meeting and you've got an interview to get, He commanded. I sighed and hung up, and turned back into the office. I sneaked past the receptionist and got to the elevator. There were over 30 floors.

Scowling, I clicked the top one because I assumed that's where the most important office was. As I went up in the elevator, people climbed on and off, each one a young blonde bimbo that was drop dead gorgeous or an older, important

looking

man

.

I slowly stepped off the elevator when it stopped at the top level. I was greeted by yet another desk and yet another pretty girl. I walked up and tried to look confident as she gave me

a

look

.

Can I help you? She questioned with an arched eyebrow.

Yes. I have a meeting with Mr. Kingsley, I replied immediately. 

Name?

Joanna Harrison, I replied. It came out as more of a question. She tapped away on her computer and then looked back up

at

me

.

Sorry, no appointment for a Miss Harrison today, She said in a monotone voice.

"There must be a mistake. I'm here to apply for the

receptionist

job

."

Oh. Why didn't you say so? You were told these meetings were off the records, The fake blonde answered as she stood up. "You can

follow

me

."

Off the records? Weird, I thought as I followed her. Both of our heels clicked as we walked down a long hallway. I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress as we arrived at a huge mahogany door at the end of the hall. She tapped quietly before letting herself in. Mr. Kingsley? She questioned as she poked her head around the corner. "The next young lady applying is here to

see

you

."

Send her in, A deep voice answered. My stomach dropped as I stared at the door. I took a deep breath, threw my shoulders back and tossed my hair over my shoulder before stalking into

the

room

.

He was leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk and arms folded behind his head. His thick hair was pushed back into a messy quiff. He had on a dark suit jacket with a printed shirt underneath, buttoned all the way up. My expert eye immediately identified the suit as a custom made Gucci. The confidence I had somehow managed to build up when I started this plan was stripped away in an instant as his eyes raked over me. I shivered under his intense gaze and approached his

large

desk

.

Sit, He commanded, gesturing towards the chair. His voice dripped icicles and was slightly hoarse. I gulped and sat down, nervously crossing my legs and twisting my hands. I tried to avoid his gaze, but I was drawn to his eyes that seemed much too bright for his otherwise dark demeanor.

I'm Joanna, I squeaked. My voice cracked and I dropped my gaze to the ground. A piece of hair dropped into my eyes and I brushed it out of the way, tucking it behind my ear and biting my lip in nervousness. I looked up again to see an amused smile playing at

his

lips

.

He pulled his feet off the desk and leaned forward his elbows, resting his chin on his clasped hands. I noticed he had multiple designer rings on his long, veiny fingers. Now, Joanna was it? He asked briskly. I gave a slight nod. "There is no way in hell you are applying to be a receptionist, so you have one minute to talk before security drags you out

of

here

."

My mouth dropped open. "H-How'd

you

know

?"

Are you kidding? He chuckled lightly, the amusement not reaching his eyes. First of all, you're a brunette. I specifically said no brunettes. My workers don't make mistakes. Second of all, you're fucking awkward. Lastly, I'm assuming you are Joanna Harrison from Vogue magazine who I nicely asked not to contact me again.

You threatened to place a restraining order on me, that's not what I would call nicely asking, I commented offhandedly. His gaze darkened and I immediately

shut

up

.

Your minute is up. Get out, He hissed. I flinched under his gaze but somehow managed

to

talk

.

"Please, Mr. Kingsley. All I'm asking is for one short interview. It would mean the world to me,

honestly

I

-"

"I said

get

out

."

I stared at him in shock before standing up and leaning across the desk, meeting his gleaming eyes with my own. He was a dick. "You have no manners. You're rude. And thank fucking god you refuse to do this, because there is no way I would actually want to write an article

about

you

."

An amused smile played at his red lips and I turned to walk out. I heaved at the heavy doors but they wouldn't budge. I groaned in frustration and embarrassment as I tried again. I felt hot breath on my neck and flinched. His hands grabbed my waist roughly and turned me around to face him. His body pressed mine against the door and he leaned in, stopping inches from my face. I inhaled sharply as he placed his hands on either side of my head. Kingsley cocked his head to

the

side

.

Do I scare you? He whispered. I shook my head no and he chuckled. I could feel his chest vibrating against my own as the deep sound filled the office. I think you're lying.

You're an asshole, I hissed as I tried to push myself out from under him. He only pressed me harder against the door, my attempts not seeming to bother him at all. Don't talk to me like that, He warned.

"I can say whatever I want,

you

dick

."

He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head. A loose curl fell across his forehead and I instinctively reached up to push it back. His large hand caught my wrist and slammed it against the door. An involuntary whimper escaped my mouth. Don't touch me unless I give you permission, Alex seethed, pressing his forehead roughly to mine. "And I've changed my mind. I don't think I scare you. I think I excite you. I think you want to

fuck

me

."

You wish, I scoffed, not even believing the words that fell out of my mouth. Damn him for being ridiculously good looking. And his hair smelled like coconuts. He might as well have been a model.

He smirked. You're lying. Now get out of my office.

He took a step back and I turned around so I no longer had to face him. I could feel him behind me, his strong presence sending chills down my spine. Or maybe that was his hot breath on my neck. I pulled at the door handles again and this time they swung open. I sprinted out of the office and down the hallway as fast as I could in my Louboutins, frantically pressing the button on the elevators and jumping up and down on the balls of my feet. The receptionist gave me a small smile and a shake of

her

head

.

The elevator gave a slight beep as the doors slid open. I walked on quickly, pressing my back against the far wall and sighing in relief as I watched them slowly close. But before they could shut completely, a large hand reached through and

stopped

them

.

My mouth dropped open as Alex Kingsley was revealed, perfectly fitting suit clinging to his tall body. He pinched his thick lips and stared at me coldly. I'll be at your office on Friday morning at 11 pm for the interview. If you make me wait, I will leave, He stated with no hint of emotion in his voice. Before I could respond, he turned away and walked briskly back to his office. I watched his retreating figure as the elevator doors slowly

slid

shut

.

I realized I had been holding my breath when the doors closed. My shaking knees gave out on me and I fell against the wall, holding on to the metal support bars for dear life and gasping for air. What the fuck just happened?

Chapter

3

I somehow made it home without collapsing. I stripped out of the borrowed dress that no longer made me feel unstoppable and slid off the Louboutins. I started a bath and grabbed a glass of wine, climbing in the warm water.

It relaxed me immediately. I soaked for almost an hour before getting out, fingers wrinkled from being in for so long. I shrugged on my favorite oversize sweater over my underwear, grabbed my teddy bear and ice cream, and collapsed on the couch.

I heard the door open and winced, knowing I was about to get yelled at by David. He walked in and stopped at the sight of me, looking me over as I smiled weakly. You have your teddy bear, ice cream, and wine. Spill. Now, He commanded immediately, dropping his laptop case and sitting down next to me. I passed him the ice cream and he dug in as he waited for me

to

talk

.

I guess I got the interview, I said quietly.

Oh my god! He squealed. "It was that Valentino dress, I'm telling you babe! Was he hot in person? Did you touch

his

hair

?"

David-

"Seriously. When is it? I better be allowed to be in the room with that

beautiful

man

-"

ALAN!

What? He scowled, taking another bite of ice cream.

First of all, he was fucking perfect in person. Like I don't even think that man is real. Second of all, he's British. Of course he has a sexy accent. Of course. Third, the damn suit he was wearing was fitted perfectly. It was custom Gucci, David. Custom. Gucci.

David's mouth dropped open and he tried to speak but I held up a hand, telling him

to

stop

.

But he was....cold? I tried. No, that's not- he was intense.

"What do

you

mean

?" 

He basically called me out on my bullshit in the first minute, then scared me, then pissed me off. And then he was like pushing me against the door. AGAINST

THE

DOOR

!?"

David! Let me finish, I scolded. He sighed as he took another bite of ice cream. He was in my face and said, and I quote 'I don't think I scare you. I think I excite you. I think you want to fuck me.' And I denied it, and he told me I was lying.

Were you lying?

Obviously. He's a god damn angel. But he's scary. And he's mean. He was such an asshole, I finished quietly. 

He looked at me with sympathy as I hugged my teddy bear closer, then he reached over and pulled me into his chest. I sighed and snuggled up to him, draining my wine glass with one

last

gulp

.

I'm sorry babe, He cooed. "I didn't know it would be

that

bad

."

I groaned in frustration and dropped my head into my hands. That's the problem. It was horrible. But at the same time I was so indescribably attracted to him...I don't even know how I made it home without fainting.

"Well, don't let him know you are and it'll

be

fine

."

But he knew! He totally knew, and he was smug about it. He read me like a book. It was the most intense interaction I've had with any male, like ever, and we were barely touching.

Sounds like you need to get laid, David laughed. I glared at him and he changed his tone quickly. So when is the interview?

Friday. 

"Well you probably won't even have to see him. And it'll totally be worth it when you see that smug smile wiped off of

Jessica's

face

."

I guess you're right, I answered with a small smile while I imagined her look of shock. Will you make me pancakes?

David laughed at my mood change that he was used to by now and stood up as I followed him to the kitchen. As usual, he pulled on his hot pink chef's apron before he started.

I poured us each a glass of wine and sat at the kitchen counter as I watched him work his magic around the kitchen. In 10 minutes, I had huge stack of perfect golden brown pancakes sitting in front

of

me

.

I dug in as David sat next to me, eating and drinking together happily as I tried to get my thoughts off of Alex Kingsley'

piercing

gaze

.

The next day at work, I waited impatiently for our 2:00 meeting so I could tell Jessica I got the interview. At exactly, 1:54, David stormed into my office, two cups of coffee in one hand and tugging at his lavender bow tie with the other.

This thing is on way too tight, He groaned. Meeting in 5, hurry so I can see Jessica's face when you tell her. Seriously, it's going to be so great.

I laughed and stood up, grabbing the files needed and my laptop. He handed me my coffee and I hugged him tightly in appreciation before following him out of my small office. We walked down the hallway silently, sipping our coffee and tapping away at our phones.

This wannabe model just tried to get in on tomorrows shoot, I scoffed. In her portfolio she is wearing an Abercrombie dress.

Shut up! Lemme see, David laughed, grabbing my phone and looking through the pictures. "How

about

no

."

I giggled as we walked into the meeting room. Emma was the only other one in there. I took a seat beside her and saved one for Jessica beside me, David across

from

us

.

Emma, do you have the pattern swatches Jessica was asking for? I questioned as I opened my laptop. 

Yeah, what are these even for? She asked as she handed them over

to

me

.

Dunno. I think the August shoot that Joseph is organizing, I answered. On cue, Joseph entered the room with his laptop

in

hand

.

Please tell me you have the swatches for Jessica, He begged as he collapsed in the chair next to David. I held them up with a smile. Oh thank god. Emma, you're a lifesaver.

I know, She teased. Oh my god, did you hear that Ralph Lauren himself might be coming to the show next Friday?

Shut up! I gasped. She smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I heard Jessica talking on the phone about it. It's going to

be

huge

!" 

The fall fashion show was right around the corner. Everyone was on edge about it as we tried to get last minute details sorted out, as well as this next issue. We were all talking excitedly about the show when Jessica walked in, dressed head to toe in black. We shut up immediately as she

sat

down

.

I handed her the fabric and a page of notes on today's meeting which she glanced at before looking around. "Everyone here? Good. Let's talk about the issue. Emma, I take it your article is ready

to

go

."

"Yes, it'll be on your desk by the end of

the

day

."

Good, She snapped. Joseph, is everything for the shoot tomorrow planned out? It needs to go quickly. We only have the photographer for 3 hours.

It is. One model canceled but I got her equally talented sister to stand in. They look just alike, so it won't mess with the shots.

Hm. David? 

Yes? He answered immediately. 

"Your idea on leather. Have you found pieces we

could

use

?" 

I have most of them. A portfolio is being made as we speak and I've already sent out emails to the designers in request.

Okay. All the writers have already been talked to. Everything for this issue seems to be running smoothly. Oh wait, Joanna, She said in a mocking tone. "Have you tried to get that Kingsley'

interview

yet

."

I nodded in response and bit my lip, hoping to look a little bit distraught.

And? She prodded. I could see the smirk playing at her lips. I sent a sideways glance to David who was grinning evilly.

I got it, I announced proudly. Murmurs filled the meeting room as Jessica's mouth dropped open in surprise, smirk gone from her face as she stared at me. It only took a few moments to recover, but the look on her face was priceless.

She raised her head once again and turned back to her papers as if it wasn't a big deal. "Good. And when

is

it

?"

Friday at 11. I was thinking Emma could do the interview. She's our best writer and I know she'd come up with some great questions.

Hm, I was thinking that you could do the interview. It'd be your first big assignment as an intern. Not too important, but important enough.

My stomach dropped at the thought. I turned to look at David and he gave a slight shrug of the shoulders. I knew I didn't have a choice. Uh-uhm. Yeah. Okay. I c-can do that, I stuttered. Could, uh, could David be in there to help take notes?

Whatever, She replied with a wave of her hand. "Now about next

week’s

show

..."

I zoned out for the rest of the meeting, already fearing the moment when I had to see Alex Kingsley again. I would be stuck in a room with him for at least an hour, asking him questions. The only thing that was helping me was the thought that David would be in there with me. Maybe Kingsley would be less intense. But he didn't really seem like the type of person to let anyone stop him from doing what he wants. When the meeting was over I rushed out immediately, shutting myself in my office and opening up my laptop. David knocked on my door and I yelled for him to go away. I found myself on Google, looking at pictures of Alex Kingsley instead of thinking of questions to ask during the interview. Damn him. Damn him for being so attractive.

Chapter

4

Friday came much too quickly. I lay in my bed, staring up at the blank ceiling and trying to think of an excuse to get out of the interview. David waltzed into my room at 8 in the morning, smiling brightly and brandishing a plate of eggs and toast in one hand and coffee in the other.

Morning, sunshine! He cheered. I stared at him blankly. "I brought you a power breakfast! I'll pick out your outfit while you’re eating, and then we need to get

to

work

."

I can't. I'm sick, I said lamely. 

He turned away from my closet and glared at me, hands on hips. "Start eating you little bitch. You're stressing me out by looking like that. It's only one hour. One hour. You can

do

it

."

You don't understand-

"No, I don't care.

Now

eat

."

You're the worst, I grumbled, sitting up and grabbing the plate. He sent me a wink and turned back to my closet. I shoved eggs in my mouth angrily and gulped my coffee. David held up a printed red skirt with a striped black and white top. I nodded happily at his choice as he laid it on

the

bed

.

Now shower, He commanded. I complied reluctantly, taking a quick shower and then blow drying my hair. I dressed quickly, the outfit looking even better on, before applying makeup. I walked out of my room 30 minutes later.

David was waiting impatiently by the door in his favorite suit that he wore when trying to make an impression, our second cups of coffee in a to-go mugs. We walked to work quickly from our apartment. It was 9:00, meaning I had 2 hours to prepare until Kingsley arrived.

I scrambled about, cleaning up my office and preparing the questions. By 10:45 I was tapping my feet anxiously and adjusting my makeup as my heart pounded in my chest. David walked in and grabbed my face, planting wet kisses on either of my cheeks.

You're going to be perfect. And I'll be right here, He said in a calming voice. I nodded and twisted my hands, noticing my palms were starting to sweat. I adjusted the high ponytail on my head one last time as Emma burst into my office, the words I was dreading to hear falling from her mouth.

Mr. Kingsley is here for his interview.

Send him in, I replied. I heard my own voice shaking. David reached my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Then the door opened, and there was Alex Kingsley.

His curly hair was brushed across his forehead. He bore the same cold expression as he had the first time we had met. His suit was perfectly pressed and perfectly fitted. It was a shade a light blue, a shade I would normally tell no one to wear but he somehow made it look powerful and sexy. David and I both jumped up to greet him. I stuck out my hand. Mr. Kingsley, thank you for agreeing to this, I said immediately. He glanced at my outstretched hand before looking back up at my eyes and stuffing his hands in his pockets. I withdrew my hand awkwardly. Uhm, please sit. This is my associate David.

David looked star struck. Mr. Kingsley, so great to meet you. I've heard about your amazing work, He complimented.

Thank you, He responded gruffly before turning back to me. "Start the

interview

now

." 

Oh, uhm. Right. Of course, I stuttered. He raised an eyebrow before leaning back in the chair, folding his hands in his lap and glaring at me. "So, you dropped out of college your senior year, 4 months away from graduation. Why did you make that decision? Do you think it has helped or

hurt

you

?"

Because college wasn't enough. It helped, He replied curtly.

"Uhm, how do you think it

helped

you

?"

I got started four months quicker on my business than I would have if I had stayed, He smirked. 

When did you know you wanted to start your own business?

I've always liked to be in control, He said deeply. I could hear the implication in his tone. I audibly gulped, tugging on the end of my ponytail nervously. Don't we all? David cut in with a teasing tone. I sent him a grateful look. "How do you maintain the respect of your older coworkers? Isn't it hard constantly being the youngest person in

the

room

?"

Alex glared at David, who to his credit didn't even flinch under Alex's gaze, before leaning forward and resting his elbows on my desk. I don't have coworkers. I have employees. I earn my respect. It's not hard being the youngest person in the room when you're also the most powerful.

I finally found my voice once again. You seem to be pretty confident of your position. Are you not worried you could lose it all, especially after gaining it at such a young age? You've made a lot of big purchases recently.

I won't lose it. I have money, why would I not make big purchases? Bensen, please go get me a coffee. No milk or sugar.

David pointed at

himself

. "

Me

?"

Is there another Bensen in the room? Alex asked icily. 

It's David, but close enough, He responded quickly. I sent him a look as he stood up, already hating him for abandoning me. He shrugged as if to say he didn't really have a choice. I stared at him with pleading eyes as he left, shutting the door quietly behind him. Alex watched him go. My heart pounded madly in my chest as I admired Mr. Kingsley profile. His nose was small and cute, his jawline could cut glass. He turned back to me and I immediately dropped my gaze back to the questions. So do you ever think you have too much pressure on you? It seems like a lot to handle for one man, I asked, trying to keep the conversation normal and willing myself to not look up

at

him

.

I can handle a lot, He answered. I raised my eyes to his and regretted it instantly. Those damn green eyes that were too bright for the rest of him, that glared at me coldly but also with a hint of something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Suddenly he stood up and casually walked towards the door, turning it until I heard the click of the lock. I tried to sit up straighter, to look as if I wasn't terrified out of my mind. Where the hell was David?

Kingsley sauntered over behind my desk to where I was sitting stiffly in my chair, eyes following his every move. He stood behind me silently. I refused to turn around. His hand brushed my ponytail off to the side, revealing

my

neck

.

Chills ran down my spine as I felt him lean down towards me, hair tickling the back of my neck and his hot breath on my ear. I think the question is if you can handle the pressure, He whispered quietly. My eyes fluttered shut and I gripped my notepad tightly. I have more questions, I mumbled. He chuckled deeply and I felt his hands twirling my hair between his fingers.

I like your hair like this, He asserted throatily. 

Thank you, I responded weakly. My shaking voice gave away

my

fear

.

I can hold on to it easily, He observed, giving it a small tug as if to prove his point. I gasped at his actions and stood up quickly, turning around to face him. He smirked when he saw

my

face

.

We need to finish the interview. And please keep your hands to yourself Mr. Kingsley, I demanded. I raised my head and tried to stand up taller. Even in my 4 inch heels, he towered over me easily. Do we? He mused, taking a step closer. I could smell his cologne. "And

do

I

?"

I audibly gulped. Yes. I'm sure you have other places to be. More important places.

"I can clear my schedule whenever I want. People will wait

for

me

."

I clenched my jaw to hold back my anger and he took that as an opportunity to take a step closer and place his large hands on my waist. He ran one hand up my arm to my shoulder, leaving trails of ice wherever

they

went

.

He traced my collarbones with one hand and held me tightly with the other, staring at me intensely the entire time. I couldn't move. He was completely in control of me and he knew it. His hand went around the nape of my neck, holding firmly.

And then the door handle jingled and I let out the breath I had been holding. David, I sighed in relief. Alex's jaw clenched.

One minute, Bensen, He called out. My relief was quickly wiped away as he held my neck tighter and leaned in. At the last second he turned his head, planting a light kiss just below my ear. My body felt electric in his hands, everything he did sent sparks through me. Don't be scared, He murmured throatily. And then I felt his teeth graze my earlobe before gently biting down. His cold nose pressed against me and his curls were everywhere. They smelled delicious, like coconuts. An involuntary moan escaped my lips and then he released me as suddenly as he had

grabbed

me

.

I stumbled backwards as he opened the door, revealing a very panicked David who rushed into the room, shoving the coffee into Alex's hands before coming to my side. I could see the concern in his eyes as I took my seat once again and gave him a slight shake of my head, warning him not to say anything. Kingsley was sitting down again, one leg crossed over the other and resting on the opposite knee and staring at us both coldly. 

I think the interview is over, He informed us. And then he stood up and left as quickly as he had come, in and out of my office in less than 20 minutes.

But in that 20 minutes we had gotten a few questions asked and my dignity had been thrown down the drain, along with the now cold coffee that Alex Kingsley had left sitting on my desk without a sip taken out of it.  David turned to me with wide blue eyes, looking like he had seen a ghost. His suit... He croaked. His suit was Yves Saint Laurent.

Chapter

5

It was Friday. The day I had been waiting for since last month. The day that marked the beginning of fall fashion. It was our fall runway show. We had been planning it for a month, everything was perfect down to every little detail. David was shocked when he opened my door at 10 in the morning to find me already awake, sitting on the edge of my bed as I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes to wake

myself

up

.

I didn't think you could function without me, He mused. I glared up at him sleepily.

This is a one-time thing. Are you making breakfast?

Darling, I make breakfast every morning. Why would today be any different? 

Fair point. Now shoo, I've got to get ready. I'm going to need at least an hour, I explained as I ushered a very amused David out of my room. I treated myself to a bath, soaking and letting my muscles relax as I thought. I no longer had to deal with Alex Kingsley. We gotten enough in our short interview to post an article. I would never have to see the extremely intimidating but immaculately beautiful man. The stress that had been thrown on me in the few short days I interacted with him

was

gone

.

But a new stress was there, a stress that I didn't quite understand. The stress that I wouldn't ever get to see him again. I just didn't want to be in the same room with him and interact. Ever. I just wanted to do very inappropriate things to his

beautiful

body

.

David knocking on the bathroom door dragged me out of my thoughts. Hurry up! We need to get there early.

Go away! I shouted back. I'm day dreaming about Alex Kingsley naked.

"I thought you

hated

him

!"

I sighed as I climbed out of the bath, water sloshing over the side. "I just think you were right about needing to

get

laid

!"

He giggled from the other side of the door and I heard his footsteps falling away. I wrapped a towel around me and blow dried my hair, curling it so it fell in loose waves around my face. Then I went to my bedroom to get dressed. I smiled proudly at the outfit I had picked. A deep red romper that fit me perfectly, Alexander McQueen velvet heels that I had stolen from the stock closet, and my favorite black purse with lace details. I wore black and gold jewelry for accessories.

Slipping on the gorgeous heels, I stumbled out of my room, leaning against the wall for support. Then I did my makeup, not too much makeup but just enough. I painted my lips a dark color and swiped on mascara for finishing touches, and headed to the kitchen.

David was singing as he spread jam on our English muffins. I giggled at his outfit. He was wearing red pants with the bottoms cuffed and oxfords for shoes. He had on a checkered, short sleeve button down with his usual bow tie. It was a great outfit, except for the hot pink apron wrapped around his waist.

Are you laughing at me? He questioned as he set the muffin in front

of

me

. 

Mhmm, I mumbled with a now full mouth. I sipped my coffee to wash down the delicious food. You look fabulous, especially with your chef's apron. But the red pants and pink are clashing a little.

Whatever, He huffed. "I might just wear it to the show. Nice outfit by the way. I didn't even have to pick it out

for

you

."

I stuck out my tongue at him as I finished my muffin and reached for the bowl of strawberries, munching happily on the fresh fruit. After finishing my coffee, I poured us each our usual second to go cup, and we were out

the

door

.

We hailed a taxi and climbed in as it sped off to our destination. The show was being held at an upscale banquet hall in Brooklyn. Both David and I were practically shaking with excitement in the backseat of the

dirty

cab

.

Finally we arrived. I handed the cab driver the proper change and stepped out, taking the arm David offered me with a gracious smile. We walked side by side as usual, arms intertwined and both perfectly dressed.

When we walked inside, it was already hectic. Technicians were running around as they tested the lights. I could see Jessica in the corner barking orders as people ran at her beck and call. A very stressed out Emma ran up to me, short blonde bob somehow still looking perfect.

Oh thank god you're here, She gasped, grasping both of our arms and dragging us as she talked. "One model canceled, a dress is ripped, Jessica is crazier than usual, and we need lunch soon. And Joseph is a

complete

mess

."

David and I exchanged a glance as we were led backstage. Jessica followed us in, immediately starting to snap out orders.

David, find us a model. And then find someone to fix the dress. Joanna, make sure Joseph has everything he needs, then go get lunch for us, She ordered. "And Emma, make sure the only people that talk to me are actually important.

Got

it

?"

We all nodded and took off, each headed in different directions. I glanced around for Joseph, finally spotting him in the back corner with his head in his hands as an anxious model stood before him. I stalked up and lifted his head by

his

chin

.

"Joseph, get your shit together! Tell me what you need and I'm on it. I'm supposed to be the mess who can't handle anything,

not

you

."

He laughed softly and jerked his head out of my grasp. That's the truth, He teased. "This model hurt her ankle and can't wear the heels that go with an outfit. And she has to wear the shoes that

complete

it

."

I turned and glared at her. "Who even

are

you

?"

I'm-

Nope, stop, I commanded, holding up a hand as an indicator. She looked scared. "Doesn't matter. You have to walk down that runway and you have to look perfect. Its only 40 yards. Pain is beauty.

Now

go

!"

She scurried away as I smiled triumphantly. Joseph looked pleased. Next problem? I smirked.

Make sure all the right seats are reserved and save me a hassle. I think someone called in this morning and fucked up the ordering.

I nodded and took off, grabbing the seating chart from one person and sipping coffee as I stood on the runway and looked at the white chairs, checking every name with the name on the chart and making sure they matched up. All was well, until a worker scrambled up and pulled two names off and moved

them

back

.

What are you doing?! I squealed. "Those are where they

should

be

!"

"Sorry, ma'am. Someone more important just called in. They claimed front row seats and we aren't going to

say

no

."

Who? Who could be more important than... I trailed off as I glanced down at my chart, looking at who had been moved. "Who could be more important than Tyra Banks, the fashion icon, model, and TV show host? Please do

inform

me

."

I don't know Miss. Just doing my job, The man replied. I groaned in frustration as I stalked away, headed to Jessica for confirmation.

Jessica, who took Tyra Banks' spot? I asked. She brushed past me and indicated for me to follow with a wiggle of her fingers. She shouted a random people before finally giving me the time

of

day

.

Someone more important. Now lunch, please, She sneered, throwing her black hair over her shoulder. I huffed and headed out to the closest sushi restaurant.

I ordered a bunch of different rolls, enough to feed an army, and plopped down in a chair to wait. I tapped away on my phone, scrolling through Twitter until my name was called. I paid with the company credit card and stalked back to the event.

In two hours, people would start showing up and mingling, grabbing hors d'oeurves and sipping champagne, dressed head to toe in designer clothes and judging every detail. I tried to avoid the nervousness in my stomach as I set out food on the table back at

the

show

.

Everyone immediately rushed to it, snatching at the sushi rolls and soy sauce relentlessly.

You guys are animals! I laughed as I was shoved out of the way, my sushi plate in hand. I found a seat backstage and David came and sat

with

me

.

"I'm