Free The Billionaire's Intern by Lexi Lucia Page B

reeling brain, part of me noticed how his eyes sparkled as he did so. This man, this incredible man, really did want me sexually!
     
    “The supermodels are part of the image. Between you and me, dating a supermodel isn't as fun as it looks. I like a real woman. And, as far as the internship goes, what I'm proposing is this. You'll leave the Steelcorp programme, and work directly for me here, in this office. But your job description, your only duty is to do exactly what I tell you to do. And, just so we're completely clear, those duties will be sexual.”
     
    I could barely take it in. He wanted me to be some sort of prostitute for him? Who did he think he was? “I think you're mistaken,” I said icily, “I'm not a whore. I'm a nice girl.”
     
    He seemed unperturbed. “I see. Of course, you can leave this office, continue with your internship, and see how far you go. Declining my offer won't affect your performance reviews. But  before you decide, just think about this – what has being a nice girl brought you so far, in life? Is your life a fairy tale?”
     
    I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, but his last comments made me pause. What had being a nice girl brought me? I had obediently followed my parent's wishes, even though I really wasn't cut out for the corporate world. I had abandoned my dreams of acting. I had my sort-of boyfriend that wouldn't lay a finger on me. And that was it. No stories, no wild adventures to look back on and smile about. I'd never taken a chance, always playing it safe.
     
    “I'll stay here, in the office.” I found myself saying.
     
    He smiled warmly. “You won't regret it, Cassie, you have my word.”
     

 
    He leaned over and tenderly stroked my face, running his finger gently over my bottom lip. Slowly, he bent forward and kissed me softly, and I felt any lingering resistance melt away. Passion swelled in me, and I began to return the kiss, tentatively raising a hand and running it though his inky black hair.
     
    In a flash, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing, and seated me on his desk, his kisses growing more urgent and passionate. His hands went to my breasts, and I felt waves of desire as he caressed them firmly. I gasped aloud as his strong thumbs moved over my hard nipples.
     
    Abruptly, he pulled away. “That's what you expected, isn't it? Romantic passion? Two hearts beating as one?” he smirked. “Anyone can show you that. That's not special, it's ordinary. And I've never been interested in ordinary.”
     
    His words created a thrill of dread and desire in my belly. He sat in the chair I had just vacated, a lascivious expression on his handsome face.
     
    “Strip for me. You don't have to make a show of it, just take everything off.”
     
    I could feel myself beginning to blush, as I fumbled with the buttons of the filmy blouse. His stare was like a laser, seeing every part of my skin as it was exposed. Dropping it to the floor,  I hesitantly started on my skirt zipper. Even fully undone, the skirt was fitted enough that I had to ease it over her hips, wriggling self consciously, before it fell to the floor and puddled around my feet.
     
    I cautiously stepped out of the circle of fabric, my thoughts torn between feeling utterly exposed, and glad that I was wearing the expensive matching set of underwear. Then I stopped, not quite daring to take the next step.
     
    “Keep going, Cassie. As lovely a sight as you are, that's not what I want to see right now.”
     
    With shaking fingers, I reached behind my back to unhook the bra clasp. Immediately I felt it loosen, but it was still covering me. This was, I thought to myself, the very last moment that I could  take this back. Just get dressed and walk away.
     
    I looked at him, saw the expression of lust and desire written across his chiselled features, and shrugged the bra away. He cocked an eyebrow at me expectantly, and I pushed the white lace panties down my legs, painfully aware that as I