How To Catch A Billionaire (The Full Series) (2 page)

“Oh ok.” I bit my lip. “Do we know when that’s going to be?” Please let it be in a week or two minimum I prayed, so that I would have enough time to figure out what I was doing.

“No, I’m not sure.” Lewis sighed. “Harry’s plans change all the time. It could be in a few days, it could be in a few weeks; I’d rather we got it out of the way now, so we don’t have to worry about it.”

“Sure, sure.” I smiled assuredly at him. “I’ll take care of it ASAP.”

“Great.” He turned around and then stopped at the door. “And if you could create some spreadsheets with some macros that would be perfect.”

“Uh sure.”
Macros?
What was that?
I thought to myself. “I’ll get to that on my Mac.”

“Ok.” He laughed. “So glad to have you aboard, Sarah. We’ll have to go out for drinks one night and exchange Harvard stories.”

“That sounds good.” I beamed at him, while panicking inside. As he walked out of the door, I quickly went to Google.com and searched, “Everything you need to know about Harvard University.”

Chapter 2

The afternoon seemed to drag on. The files that Lewis had handed me to create spreadsheets from looked like a foreign language. I was attempting to create a pie chart from the information but I had no idea what information was meant to be in the chart.

“Shit,” I grumbled to myself. I wanted to call Jane to moan to her but I was too scared that she had already quit her job. I didn’t know what we were going to do if she had quit and I got fired. “Shit, shit, shit.” I got up and decided to go and get a coffee from the break room. One of the perks of Zoom Corp. was that we got free coffee and snacks all day long. And I was going to take advantage of that perk as long as it existed.

“Hey Lewis, I’m just going down to the break room to get a coffee. Do you want anything?” I popped my head into Lewis’s room as I walked to the elevator.

“No, I’m good.” He smiled. “But you should go up to the 40
floor. They have a kitchen there that has much better snacks.”

“Oh?” I frowned thinking about the man from the elevator. “I thought we were supposed to go the break room on the ground floor?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He laughed. “I go up all the time. It’s closer.”

“Oh ok.” I nodded and looked at my watch. Two hours had passed since my ride in the elevator, I’m sure that the man had gone already. I decided to go up. I danced around in the elevator as I rode up hoping that would wake my body up from the coma it had gone into after reading the boring files. I got out on the 40
floor and sang to myself as I got out. I was dancing along to a Chris Brown song. I was singing when someone came out of a room and crashed right into me.

“Watch where you’re going!” I snapped as I readied myself.

“You bumped into me.” The someone turned around and faced me and I groaned. It was the man from the elevator.

“Oh, it’s you,” I snarled at him.

“Oh please, don’t tell Ben on me.” His voice sounded worried.

“Who?” I looked at him with impatience.

“Your friend Ben, the CEO?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow again.

“Oh, yeah yeah,” I hurriedly answered him. “You better watch out. He’ll be back soon and then I’ll have to tell him everything that’s been going on here.”

“Oh please, have mercy on me.” The man grabbed his heart. “I don’t want to die.”

I looked at him curiously. “Aren’t you a bit old to be acting like a fool?”

He looked at me with a cocked face and burst out laughing again. I didn’t know what he found so amusing. “I’m not trying to be rude here…?” I waited for him to supply his name.

“Bradley.”

“I’m not trying to be rude, Bradley but I think you are too old to be as rude as you are.” I waited for his reaction, hoping he wouldn’t start shouting at me.

“Well…?” He waited for my name.

“Sarah.”

“Well Sarah, I think we are only as old as we feel, right?”

“I guess so.” I looked at him with pity; only the old said such things.

“I’m not going to be rude and ask you your age but I think you’ll find that as you get a bit older, you’ll be a lot wiser and be the happier for it.”

“Perhaps.”

“You’ll also find that older men are a lot better in bed.” He grinned at me.

“Excuse me?” I felt my face flush red.

“Older men make better lovers.”

“I understood what you said,” I snapped.

“So why did you say excuse me, Sarah?” He came in closer to me. “If you want I could show you how much better older men are?”

I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes. I wondered how I had never noticed them before. They were a beautiful ocean blue and I felt myself sinking into them.

“I could lean down right now and show you what it’s like to be kissed by an older man.” He bent his head so that his lips were mere millimeters from mine.

“No.” I breathed and gasped as I felt his lips on mine, warm and gentle. I walked back into the wall and felt his tongue push into my mouth, exploring and touching the insides of my teeth sensuously. I opened my mouth to say something but instead found my tongue exploring his mouth. He must have just been drinking coffee because he tasted a little bitter but addicting. I closed my eyes and reached my hands up to his face to pull him away, instead I found myself playing with his hair. It was short and silky and the ends tickled my fingers. My eyes opened immediately when I felt his hands on my waist and I saw him looking down at me with sparkling eyes. I pulled away from him with as much dignity as I could muster and frowned at him.

“Now that was uncalled for.” I tried to sound mad but my words came out breathlessly.

“You didn’t seem to mind just now.” He licked his lips and I watched his tongue slide back and forth on his luscious lips. Lips I had just been kissing.

“I don’t think you gave me a choice,” I bit back at him. “I’ve a mind…”

“To report me to Ben?” He finished my sentence for me and I turned my face up at him.

“You’re lucky you don’t work here, you know.” I pointed at him. “Or I’d have you turned in for sexual harassment.”

“Really?” He looked at me with a curled lip. “Well that’s a good thing then, isn’t it, Sarah?”

I flounced away from him and ignored the butterflies in my stomach. He had been right about one thing, older men sure did know how to kiss. My body was still reacting to the sweetness of his lips. I wanted to feel his hands on me again. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and I wanted his tongue in my mouth. I shook my head to banish my thoughts. The last thing I needed right now was a sexual escapade.

“So Sarah, what are you doing up here?” Bradley caught up with me and I sighed.

“I came to get some coffee.”

“Oh?” He looked at me curiously. “Isn’t there a break room downstairs?”

“Yes.” I sighed. “But Lewis, my boss, said I should just come up here.”

“Lewis Walker?” Bradley asked with a slight edge in his voice.

“Yes,” I said surprised. “You know him?”

“You could say that.” Bradley looked at me with a frown. “You work with Lewis?”

“Kinda,” I said evasively, not wanting to give him too much information.

“Are you his secretary?”

“Excuse me?” I turned towards him. “How dare you?”

“Huh?”

“Just because I’m a woman I have to be a secretary?” I snarled.

“Whoa there, soldier.” He looked at me warily. “You’ve got a bit of a temper on you, huh?”

“No,” I snapped.

“Oh ok. I was wrong.” He paused and looked at his watch. “I think I have to go now.”

“Ok bye.” I turned around and started to walk back to the elevator, deciding it was better to forget about the coffee at this juncture.

“Wait.” He walked up to me, grabbed my arms and turned me around before bending down and kissing me again. I felt my head going woozy and it was all I could do to stay upright. I kissed him back like my life depended on it and finally he pulled away from me and shook his head. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Uhm, okay.” I didn’t know what else to say, as I was breathless.

“Do you want to go out tonight?”

“Go out?” I looked at him in shock. “With you?”

He laughed. “Most women don’t react that way when I ask them out.”

I looked at him and I could see why. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. “Sorry, I don’t make a habit of dating older men.” Though I could be persuaded to date him. Very easily. But I knew it would be a bad idea. I’d had bad luck with the guys I dated before and I didn’t think he was the guy to break the tide.

“Who said it was a date?”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, what would it be then?”

“Sometimes adults get together just for the hell of it.” He grinned a devilish grin. “But maybe you’re too young to know that.”

I frowned. If there was anything I hated it was being called too young for something. “I get together all the time with men,” I lied. I hadn’t been on a date in months and the last one had gone horribly.

“Good. I was thinking you might be a prude.” His eyes bore into mine as he spoke and I swallowed hard.

“Are you trying to make this some sort of booty-call?” I swallowed hard again, unable to believe that I, Sarah Smith was being propositioned for a booty-call with a handsome older man. This was not happening.

“Why? What do you kids call it now?” He did his eyebrow-raising thing at me again and I wanted to physically push his brows down with my fingers.

“I’m not in the…” I paused. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t worldly. “We can go for a drink, I suppose.”

“Good.” He smiled and pulled out his phone. “Give me your number.”

“Why?”

“So I can call you later and figure out where we should meet?” He looked at me like I was a dope again.

“Oh.” I gave him my number somewhat reluctantly. There was no way I could get out of it now. “What’s yours?”

“You’ll get it when I call you.” His eyes twinkled at the look of fury on my face. He was really starting to annoy me.

“Anyway, I have to go back to work now.” I pushed the button for the elevator and waited.

“Yes. It would be good if you did some work today.” His laughter followed me as I rode down in the elevator. I studied my flushed cheeks in the reflective walls of the elevator and wondered if I had made a mistake giving Bradley my phone number. I wasn’t used to dating men and he seemed like he may be a bit more than I could handle. I shrugged my shoulders as I walked out of the elevator. I’d just go for one drink and that would be it. No big deal. And then I’d never see him again. I walked into my office and sighed, I had bigger concerns to worry about right now anyway. I pulled up my pie chart in PowerPoint and pressed delete. There was no way that this was what Lewis wanted me to create. I’d have to ask Jane what she thought when I got home. She was good with this sort of stuff. Maybe she could help me.

Chapter 3

“Sarah, this is your lucky week,” Jane squealed when I told her I had scored a hot date. I hadn’t been planning to tell her but when she started asking too many questions about the job, I decided to change the subject. I wasn’t feeling as confident about keeping the job as I had been on the phone earlier and didn’t want her worrying now that she had quit hers. “Tell me all about him.” She clasped my hands and pulled me over to the couch.

“Well, he’s really handsome.”
And arrogant,
I thought. “He was dressed very nicely.”

“Has he graduated already?”

“Uh, yeah.” I paused. I didn’t want Jane to know that he had graduated many years ago. “I think he graduated two years ago.”

“Ooh, an older man.” She laughed. “That’s exciting.”

“Yeah, he’s older alright.” I grinned back at her.

“How exciting! You got a new fabulous job and now you are dating a new hot guy.” She grinned. “This is so awesome. If I wasn’t so happy for you, I think I’d be jealous.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be jealous.” I smiled back at her weakly.

“So what are you going to wear tonight?” She jumped up. “Let’s go and check your wardrobe.”

“Oh. I wasn’t going to change.” I bit my lip. I didn’t want Bradley thinking I went home and got all dolled up for him. I wanted him to see me in my work clothes, unkempt and scruffy. Then he’d know I wasn’t interested in anything with him.

“Sarah. You cannot go on a date in a business suit.” Jane went through my closet and pulled out a dress. “What about this?”

“Uh, no way.” I immediately grabbed it from her. “This is a casual get together, Jane. I can’t go looking like I’m off to the prom.”

“It’s not that fancy.”

“It’s still too much.” I sighed. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black top. “This’ll do.”

“That top is not sexy, Sarah.” Jane frowned.

“I don’t want to look too sexy.”

“There is no such thing as too sexy, Sarah.” She grinned at me and held the top up. “Let’s make a compromise then, no bra.”