The Billionaire's Assistant (Contemporary BWWM Interracial Romance) (The Billionaire's Proposition Book 1) by Rose Francis Read Free Book Online

out.”
    “Oh. No, I’ve decided you’re to retire here in the evenings. Considering what I need from you, it’s best to have you as nearby as possible, easily accessible.”
    An unexpected thrill passed through her again.
    Was her mind being dirty? Why was she making more of his words than he meant?
    Obviously, he meant exactly what he said—as his personal assistant, the way he described it, if he needed a drink of water in the dead of night and didn’t feel like going for it, she needed to be prepared to get up and get for him. Wasn’t she basically his personal slave?
    Ugly way to put it , she scolded herself. Besides, he made it clear you’re not required to be available to him twenty-four-seven—you get to go off the clock. As you are now.
    She got ready to start settling in, but before she took a step into the cozy room, he said, “Do you want something to eat? I don’t think you’ve eaten since lunch; you must be starved.”
    Her stomach chose just that moment to grumble.
    His eyes twinkled as the corners of his mouth rose, and she couldn’t help smiling in response.
    “I wouldn’t mind eating,” she said, nodding slightly.
    “Great. You’ll have dinner with me and we’ll discuss everything further.”
    She nodded again.
    No harm in that, right?
    Suddenly, his gaze started making her uncomfortable. What was going on in his head?
    Did he ever blink?
    “Um, I’d like to freshen up beforehand, if I may? I’ve just been running around all day, and it’s like everything’s settling on my skin now that things have slowed down.”
    “Of course! The bathroom’s just there,” he said with a nod of his head toward the slightly open door on the right, deep inside the room. “Feel free to do whatever you have to do, then meet me in the dining room at seven sharp.”
    She nodded.
    He looked at his watch.
    “That gives you half an hour. Is that enough time?”
    “Yes, sure.”
    “And you remember where the dining room is, of course?”
    She nodded again.
    “Perfect. I’ll see you soon.”
    Not soon enough , she found herself thinking.
    She couldn’t help checking out his firm butt in his slacks as he walked away.

Chapter 7
Naomi
    N aomi tried not to stare at Kevin as she approached the ten-seat table.
    He sat at the head of it, and he looked as if he had freshened up himself, his hair appearing a bit damp from a shower.
    He now wore a more casual white dress shirt, slightly open at the chest, and suddenly, her eyes refused to stop going to the hint of tanned, muscled chest winking at her from the opening.
    Only when she heard his voice rumble in her direction was she able to look up at his face.
    “I’m sorry?” she said, feeling her cheeks flush with heat as embarrassment flooded her.
    No doubt he had caught her checking him out, and she had no way to play it off.
    He smiled briefly, and she was relieved to see the familiar twinkle in his eyes.
    He was surely laughing at her.
    “I said, feel free to sit here,” he said, indicating the chair immediately to his right.
    She realized in horror that she would be just two feet away from him, and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to pretend his hard, broad chest wasn’t pulling at her eyes.
    Maybe she’d simply get lost in his handsome, chiseled face instead; she didn’t need an explanation for looking into that.
    Then again, his piercing gray eyes would probably be her undoing.
    And damn him—she could already smell his heady cologne from where she was.
    She tried to take a discreet deep breath as she stood to move.
    Why had she agreed to this whole thing again?
    She shouldn’t be feeling this way about her boss, and she knew he was trouble the moment she realized how attractive he was while she was staring daggers at him for daring to reproach her for a sidewalk slip-up.
    And she wasn’t exactly doing the greatest job of hiding her attraction.
    What if he decided it was too much?
    Despite his amusement at her wayward eyes, would he