An Offer from the CEO: An Age Gap Romance

By Isla Chiu

His face becomes serious. “I know your family has a lot of debt, Charity.”

I stiffen. Does a CEO normally concern himself with the financial troubles of a lowly office assistant?

“There are your mother’s unpaid hospital bills, your father’s unwise loan to his brother, your own brother’s gambling...”

My grip tightens on my bottled water. How does he know all of that?

“I’ll take care of that debt,” Adam says.

I catch my breath. Chance Enterprises is a multi-billion dollar company, so I know he has the means to pay off my family’s mountain of debt.

“Why would you do that?” I ask. Then I remember that Mr. Chance is known for his philanthropy. Does he see me as a pitiful charity case? Is that why he has been so nice to me?

“Because I want something in exchange.”

“What do you...?”

I get my answer when he strokes the hem of my black pencil skirt.

WORD COUNT: 6,900

A sexy short story about a young woman and her handsome CEO!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Nov 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463730911

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

Book preview

An Offer from the CEO

DON'T MESS THIS UP, don't mess this up, I chant in my head as I make several glasses of iced coffee. Black for Alicia Goulding, the COO; two sugar packets and just a dash of cream for Pamela Yang, the CFO; and six packets of Splenda, three of those little French vanilla creamer cups, and a squirt of caramel syrup for Jake Lovelace, the head of accounting and my direct supervisor.

It's the first day of my new job as an office assistant at Chance Enterprises. It was the only job offer I received after sending 65 applications and going through 23 interviews, so I really have to make sure I don't squander this opportunity.

We would like those coffees before the end of the century, Miss Huang, Jake says.

I resist my natural impulse to say, Dude, you can make your own damn coffee if you're not satisfied with my speed. Instead, I put on a big smile and say, My apologies, Mr. Lovelace.

He shakes his head, then taps his Rolex watch, making it very difficult for me to maintain my smile. Dude, I'm going as fast as I can.

Just bring those coffees to the conference room when you're done, he says. Then in a not-so-quiet voice, he mutters, If you're ever done.

I know it's only the first day, and first impressions are often inaccurate, but so far, I don't really care for my boss.

After I finish making the iced coffees, I put them on a tray and start walking to the conference room. Because I'm so focused on making sure the iced coffees don't fall off the tray, I don't notice a man heading in my direction...

Until I bump into him and the iced coffees end up falling off the tray.

And onto his expensive-looking light gray suit.

I stare at his ruined shirt in horror. Oh my God, am I going to get fired after a mere 3 hours on the job?

I'm so sorry! I squeak. I'll pay to have it dry cleaned. With more than a bit of pain,