Free Rush (Billionaire Bared: Rush) (Erotic Romance) by Chloe Kale

Chapter 1
     
    It was the hottest summer in recent memory, and I – fresh out of college, ready to start my new life – was somehow becoming close with the one of the world’s youngest and sexiest billionaires.
    Working as Eric Gambit’s junior assistant had its benefits – after all, he was the richest man in the country at the age of twenty-eight, not to mention a totally gorgeous hunk with rich brown eyes, and an unruly tangle of black hair at the top of his perfectly formed –
    Okay, I was getting ahead of myself there.
    I glanced down at my temporary nametag they’d given me for my first day at work – “Emma Faro”. Soon the name would be on the lips of all my coworkers.
    I worked as Eric Gambit’s junior assistant in his New York office at the top floor of one of the tallest buildings (according to postcards featuring the city’s skyline), with a view so startlingly breathtaking that upon first viewing it, I fell silent, and let a paper slide out of the dossier I was holding. My mentor, Mr. Gambit’s senior assistant, cocked her eyebrow and cleared her throat to jolt me back into reality.
    “Yes, yes, I’m sorry – it’s just – this view is just -”
    “It’s something you get used to.” She turned and continued our tour; her hair in a tight bun and glasses stamped upon her face. She was probably early thirties, pretty, but with a thin line of stress wrinkled upon her brow and the beginnings of crow’s feet at the edge of her blue eyes.
    She had similar eyes to me, I thought. Minus the crow’s feet, of course. I was only twenty-one, fresh out of college, and landing a job I had only dreamed of. With my credentials, I thought there was no way I’d be afforded such an amazing starting position at the most powerful company in the country. But once I saw that my interviewer was a male, I knew my chances of being hired went up.
    Other than being kind of brainy, I knew that my best asset was my looks. That’s not to say I’m an airhead, far from it actually – I’m determined and hardworking. Most of the time. Work hard, and then play hard. That was my motto.
    But being clever meant that I had to know how to work my natural gifts. And so, I used my good looks to get ahead. If batting a few eyelashes and talking sweetly meant the difference between a minimum wage job and an eighty thousand dollar salary, then by God, I was going to bat those eyelashes like baseball bats smacking base balls (outta the park, outta sight – home run).
    I got the job after a few more rounds of interviews; the final interviewer being the senior assistant AKA the woman who was giving me the tour.
    I suspected she had realized how I’d come so far in the interviewing process the moment she laid eyes upon me: I had dressed sexy, low cut business blouse, tight skirt to show off my curves. Eyeliner applied just enough to let my bright blue eyes pop.
    When I first saw her, my face fell. It wasn’t going to be a man interviewing me. Damn it. I had to hope then that she was either a lesbian, or a woman who knew the ins and outs of the business world; maybe a woman who recognized that I was only doing what I had to, to get an edge over the men. If she was already part of Mr. Gambit’s inner circle, then she had to be clever. Clever enough to do what it took to get ahead.
    Luckily, I was right. While she told me that my tricks wouldn’t work on her, she let me know that the interview was merely a formality and I’d already been approved to start the position. Whew. Five grueling interviews completed. And what’s more, she reviewed my file, and recommended me herself based purely on my resume and my grades at college. As she excused herself from the room for a moment during the interview, I took a second to stand up and pump my fists in the air. It was time to celebrate my victory.
    Then I noticed she hadn’t completely closed the door, and had turned around to hear what the commotion was. She raised her eyebrows at me