Hot Date With The Boss (BBW Contemporary Billionaire Romance) (2 page)

Chapter 3

Taylor took a long sip of her wine as she walked towards the beach. She was carrying her shoes in one hand as she looked at the beautiful moonlit water. A smile played on her lips.

“I can’t believe I almost didn’t come,” she said to no one in particular as she looked at the quiet ocean. This had to be the first time in a long time that she was relaxing on a weekend, and so far, it was definitely worth it. She slowly made her way to the water and dug her toes into the sand. A shiver went through her as the cold water washed over her feet. She closed her eyes and smiled even wider as she felt the water washing over her feet again. She was still lost in her own thoughts when Zachary walked up to where she was.

“Barefooted in the cold water? That’s brave,” he said, making her turn around to look at him.

“It’s just something I used to do with my cousin when I was a kid,” she said as she walked to where he was, away from the water’s reach.

“You and your cousin tried to get hypothermia?” he asked. She smiled. Even in the dimly lit night, she could see him smiling.

“No, we tried to see who would last the longest in the cold water,” she said.

“And what would the winner get?” he asked.

“The other person’s dessert,” Taylor said, smiling. He frowned.

“That was a cruel game,” he said.

“Well, it depends. For Melissa, it sucked but for me, it kicked ass,” she said matter-of-factly.

“So, I gather you won a lot,” he said and she nodded.

There was a long uncomfortable silence and Taylor turned away from him, even though she could still feel him looking at her.

“Did you close that deal you came out here for?” she asked as she looked at the ocean.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did,” he said, smiling, even though Taylor was not really looking at him. “Thanks to you,” he added as a shiver went through her body. “I could not have hacked the meeting without you there to help me.” Zachary was now taking off his jacket.

Taylor gasped silently as he draped his jacket on her shoulders. She turned around and looked at him.

“You look a little cold,” he said in a low voice.

“Thanks
…
I am,” she said in a whisper.

Zachary was standing so close to her that she was sure he could hear her heart beating.

“Thanks for coming today,” he said in a low voice. “You did great.”

“I
…
I was just doing my job, sir,” she said as she looked at him.

“Sir?” he asked and she nodded. “We are officially off the clock, you know.”

“Well, you are giving me a shitload of overtime…” Taylor started before her voice trailed off. “I mean, a lot of money in overtime and you still call me Miss Sullivan.” She did not know why but her voice was slowly getting lower with every word she said.

“Well, if you call me Zachary, I will call you Taylor,” he said.

“I like Zach better,” she said and he nodded.

“It is nice to meet you, Taylor,” he said, looking into her eyes. The wind was blowing through his full thick mane, making strands of hair fall out of place in front of his eyes. He was standing so close to her, so unusually close to her, that she just couldn’t help but feel awkward. In fact, she was so feeling so awkward that she dropped the glass of wine she had in her hand, making a few drops land on his pants.

“Oh God
…
sir…I  mean, Zach, I’m so sorry,” she said as she took a step back. She hated herself for being such a klutz. It was like the entire universe was against her as far as Zachary was concerned. “I should go back in
…
I think I’ve had a little too much to drink,” she said. She wanted to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. He pulled her to himself and she gasped.

“We’ve both had a little too much to drink,” Zachary said in a soft voice as he looked down at her. His body was pressed up against hers and she could smell his cologne all around her. She did not know whether it was the wine that was getting to her head or the fact that she was letting her not so bright judgment take over but she did not pull away when he lowered his head to meet her lips in a long, slow kiss. He pulled away for a few seconds and brought a hand up to hold the back of her neck before he kissed her again. This time, he was kissing her deeper and their tongues were doing a slow dance in her mouth. By the time he pulled away, she was panting. She looked at him and he held the side of her face.

“This is a bad idea,” she whispered. The hand on the small of her back slowly went lower on her body until he cupped a feel of her plump ass.

“Does this feel like a bad idea?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

She never answered him. He lowered his head and kissed her again. She knew that she would most probably regret this in the morning. She knew that she would not be able to look at Zachary ever again but all that was stuff she didn’t want to think about at least at that moment. He pushed off his jacket off her shoulders and gently forced her down on the ground.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to your guests?” she asked as she looked at him.

“I have waiters pouring eight hundred dollar champagne in there,” he said as he got himself on top of her. “My guests are fine,” he whispered.

She slipped a hand around his neck and kissed him again. His hands were all over her, caressing and stroking, and his tongue was slowly exploring her mouth. She let out a low moan when he began kissing her chin. He worked his way down to her neck as his other hand gently slipped under her dress. She let out a gasp as he hiked her dress up revealing her bare thighs to the cool evening wind. Her head rolled to one side as he kissed her neck again and his hand caressed her thigh causing goosebumps all over her skin. He pulled away from her and pulled his shirt apart sending his buttons flying all over the sand. She reached up and gently ran her hand down his chest before he flipped her over, getting her on top of him.

As she looked down at him, straddling him, he reached for her back and pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. She suddenly threw all caution to the wind and pulled the dress down. He looked at her breasts still concealed in the white lace bra she had on and she could tell that it was taking everything he had not to pull the bra down to reveal her breasts to him. He held her waist gently and put his other hand on her thigh. She was breathing heavily as she felt his erection pressing against her pelvis, making her increasingly wet as she looked down at him.

“Tell me what you want,” Zachary said in a low voice. She lowered herself and kissed him gently.

“I am not sure I should get what I want,” she whispered.

Zachary raised a hand and undid her bra clasp with one hand before he pulled her bra off.

“Let me be the judge of that,” he said, raising his head to take one hard nipple in his mouth. Taylor closed her eyes and exhaled loudly as he sucked hard on her nipple. He had her nipple right in between his teeth, and for a moment, she thought he was going to bite
…
and he did, just enough to make her moan. Without even realizing it, she was grinding her pelvis on him and he was moaning softly, much to her pleasure. He pulled away from her now rock-hard nipple only to take in the other one. She threw her head back and sighed loudly as he circled his tongue around her other nipple. He then flipped her over and she was under him once more. She could feel the sand on his back as she held him tightly. He filled his hand with one of her breasts and began kissing her chest. His other hand slowly slid down to her waist and then further down her thigh. She raised her hips when she felt him pulling her panties down.

Taylor raised her head and looked at Zachary as he worked himself lower and lower on her body until he got to her tummy. He looked up briefly and then slowly worked his hand in between her legs. She welcomingly spread her legs and threw her head back as he began working his finger in and out of her. She was moaning as he worked her pussy, slowly at first and then going faster as he went on. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge but Zachary was not showing any signs of slowing down. If anything, he was going faster and harder still. She put a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. Given the way she was moaning, she knew that it wouldn’t be long before someone came to check out what was going on. The tightness in her pussy was a sure sign that she was going to explode. She arched her back as she felt herself tightening up all around his finger and at that moment, he pulled put and pushed in two more fingers making her gasp out loudly. The way he was going was all she needed to make her explode, and she did. The force in her pussy pushed his fingers out of her and she exhaled loudly.

Zachary collapsed next to her, his hand on his crotch.

“We should probably get back to the house,” he said in a soft voice. “There is a private gate away from prying eyes.”

Taylor pulled herself up and rested her weight on her elbows.

“I would love to finish what we started here,” he said again as he leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.

“Aren’t you breaking like a million HR rules right now?” she asked.

“Well, it is my company,” Zachary pointed out matter-of-factly. “I don’t think I need to worry about HR rules.”

He got up and helped her to her feet.

“Your shirt…” she started as she looked at his bare chest.

“Never mind that,” he said, smiling as he shook the sand off his jacket. He looked into her eyes and gently kissed her cheek. “I just want to be with my new assistant…”

“Assistant,” Taylor echoed as she looked at him. Suddenly everything was back in perspective. She was being reminded of her new position.

“Look, Miss Sullivan…Taylor,” Zachary started. “I didn’t mean to make you feel…” she shook her head before he could get a chance to finish what he was saying.

“This was a mistake,” she said before she walked away.

“No, Taylor
…
wait,” Zachary said as he held her wrist, making her turn around. She looked at him and shook her head.

“Mr. Cohen,” she started and Zachary smiled.

“We are back to Mr. Cohen now, aren’t we?” he asked and she nodded.

“I don’t want to lose my job,” she said. He frowned.

“Why would you lose your job?” he asked.

“I crossed a line I shouldn’t have,” she said in a soft voice. “And I think this is as far as I can go right now,” she added before she walked away cursing herself for the mistake she had just made.

Chapter 4

When Taylor got back to her apartment on Sunday evening, she was cursing herself for the poor judgment she had made all through the weekend. She had just changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt when she heard a knock on her door. She put her red hair up in a bun and walked to the door wondering who would dare bother her just minutes after she’d walked in.

“Well, hello there, Red,” her best friend Lily said as she looked at her from her head to her toe. “Wait, what happened?”

Taylor shrugged.

“What are you talking about?” she asked as she made her way to the living room.

“Really, T?” Lily asked as she followed her best friend to the couch. “You suddenly take off to The Hamptons and then when you come back you are in sweats?” Taylor reached for the TV remote and began flipping through the channels.

“What’s wrong with sweats?” she asked.

“Sweatpants are your tell,” Lily said, standing up. She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge before she took two bottles of water.

“My tell?” Taylor asked as she looked at Lily in the kitchen. “What do you mean, my tell?”

“I brought your car back so you kind of owe me,” Lily said. “And by the way, you have a kind of thing when you’re feeling low,” she started as she sat down next to her. “First, you wear these ridiculous sweats which do absolutely nothing for that beautiful olive skin and put your hair up like some kind of farmer’s wife.” She tossed one of the bottles over to Taylor. “You have a tell.”

“A lot of women own sweatpants, Lily,” Taylor said as she opened her bottle.

“Yeah, especially depressed Caucasian ones,” Lily pointed out. Taylor took a long sip as she rolled her eyes.

“I might be Caucasian but I am definitely not depre-…” she started before her voice trailed off. “Who am I kidding?” she suddenly said, giving up.

“I knew it!” Lily sounded a little more excited than Taylor would have hoped. “What happened? And does it have anything to do with the new job working for Mr. Sexy Millionaire?”

“Actually, Zachary is a billionaire and my mood has everything to do with him,” Taylor said as she leaned back on the couch.

“Zachary, huh? We already on first name basis now?” Lily said, raising an eyebrow over the other. Taylor shook her head.

“A lot happened at The Hamptons, Lily,” she said before she took a long sip of her water.

“Okay, I need to know everything,” Lily said excitedly as she turned to look at Taylor. “And I mean all the dirty details.”

“Well, I got in and my first day was not necessarily the best,” Taylor started before she took another sip of her water. “And then everything got better when he offered me ten thousand dollars to go with him to The Hamptons.”

Lily’s eyes grew wide.

“Ten grand?” she asked in surprise. “Why? What was so important to do in The Hamptons that he would want to give you ten grand?”

“Well, he was meeting a new partner and he didn’t have the slightest clue what he looked like,” Taylor explained. “And he could not case the party since it was his party, so
…
yeah. I guess that’s that.”

“Yeah, I get that, but ten grand? That’s a hell of a lot of cash,” Lily said.

“It’s probably worth a nickel to him,” Taylor said, sighing. “But that is not the main thing here.”

“There’s more?” Lily asked, grinning widely. “This is like an episode of a telenovela.”

“We made out on the beach,” Taylor said. She watched as the color drained from Lily’s face.

“Wait
…
what?” she asked surprised.

“We made out on the freaking beach in front of his house,” Taylor said before she put her bottle on the table in front of her. “And now I am freaked the hell out.”

“Why? Did he force himself on you or something?” Lily asked. “Because that shit is illegal.”

Taylor shook her head.

“No. That was not the case. He wanted me as much as I wanted him,” she said with much difficulty. Lily forced out a laugh.

“I need some popcorn or something for this,” she said.

“There have been two other secretaries
…
assistants
…
whatever.” Taylor rolled her eyes. “I am the third secretary he’s had this year.”

“But it’s only July,” Lily said as she raised an eyebrow over the other.

“That’s what I said,” Taylor said in a soft voice. “Maybe I should quit while I’m ahead,” she said as she looked at her best friend.

“No way, Sullivan,” Lily said as she shifted her weight and got closer to Taylor. “It is not your fault you let your horny little self guide you but you are not a quitter. Not the Taylor Sullivan I know.”

Taylor sighed and shook her head. If ever there was something she thought of as her biggest mistake, it had to be going to The Hamptons with Zachary but Lily was right. She had to face her demons and she was going to have to do it in less than eighteen hours.