Free How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires by Marian Tee

them close to my chest in utter misery. “Oh, God, Alyx, I think I’m falling for him.”
    This was such a fucking cliché it wasn’t funny – not funny at all.
    Alyx’s smile faded at my words. “Falling?” she echoed. “Isn’t this just, like, a sexual crush?”
    A sexual crush? I didn’t even know such a thing existed! But now that I did – I thought about it real hard and shook my head after a while, even more glumly. “I don’t think it’s that.”
    Alyx sat up in the floor, a look of alarm on her face. “Look, Yanna. I’m all for you and your boss doing the dirty, but only if you’re just in it for the sex. But if you think you’re falling for him---” Her lips pursed in disapproval. “Drop it. You’ll just get hurt.”
    “I don’t think---”
    “Try,” she cut me off with a scowl. “Look for other hotties to hook up.” She paused. “Like Mr. Fix It.”
    “But that would be like using Drake and I can’t do that.”
    She grimaced. “You’re too nice, you know that, right?” She said it like being nice was a disease and most times, it meant exactly that in Alyx’s book. Ever since we were young, she had kept on scolding me for letting people take advantage of me because I was – like she said – too nice.
    I shook my head. “I’m not. I’m just…” Falling head over heels for my boss, and that was my problem.
    George was still throwing me sly looks when I reported to work the next day. I ignored him, of course.
    I worked immediately on improving my presentation since the new snowflake on my monitor screen told me that our meeting with the executives was set for tomorrow. Again, my fixation on my work caused me to forget all about lunch It was already two in the afternoon when my stomach growled, my internal alarm clock for hunger.
    The cafeteria was nearly empty when I got there, but my inner senses went haywire immediately, telling me even without seeing that he was here again. Still uncomfortable about how fast and hard I was falling for Netherlands’ #1 playboy, I quickly turned around to escape.
    But it was too late.
    Constantijin was suddenly in front of me, as if sensing my intent to avoid him.
    "Yanna."
    I firmly repressed the lovesick sigh begging to be let out. Hearing him say my name with his Dutch accent was even more of a turn on now, especially when he looked at me like I was a lollipop he wanted to lick all over.
    “Good afternoon, sir.” Just looking at Constantijin made me feel restless, my body throbbing for his touch. Today, he wore a pale pink polo together with a pair of well-cut trousers, his blazer nowhere in sight. His clothes made his muscular physique even more apparent, and it was all I could do not to stare hungrily at his body, knowing that every inch of it was wonderfully hard.
    Like his cock.
    God, what was I thinking?
    Constantijin’s eyes shone with amusement, and I knew he had guessed correctly the direction that my thoughts had taken.
    “Let’s have lunch together,” he said.
    I quickly shook my head. “Oh, no, sir, I don’t want to impose---”
    He said very gently, “It’s just lunch, Yanna.”
    The delicate tone he used confused me. Was he saying I was overreacting? Even more confused and not a little irritated, I nevertheless found myself following him to one of the half-moon-shaped booths.
    He snapped his fingers and a waiter appeared at our side on cue, ready to take our orders. This was a self-service cafeteria, but I supposed rules like that didn’t apply to CEOs. I opted for Japanese this time and he followed my lead, both of us ordering bento boxes and separate appetizers.
    We sat at opposite ends of the booth. We couldn’t sit next to each other, not when he was my boss and I was his employee. Also, we weren’t a couple – yet.
    I colored at my thoughts. Playboy, Yanna, playboy. Playboys like Constantijin didn’t do the couple thing. I had to remember that.
    The waiter returned not more than a minute later, our appetizers