Madam Billionaire

One year later…

“Amara, baby, I love you.”

“Me too, but we can’t, not here baby…”

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Woah… okay, hold on… let me rewind and give you some details before this lovey-dovey thing.

So, apparently a couple of days after graduation Amara decided to start working in one of her dad’s offices. And since she had done an internship there before while she was majoring in business finance, she was fitting right into the environment. Russel had prepared her an office across his without her knowledge.

“Dad, please… I wanted to be valued as an individual, not as your daughter who needs an office so close to her daddy.” She pouted adorably making him laugh.

“Alright… I’ll get HR set you up an office upstairs meters away from Colton’s. How’s that?”

“Thank you!” she hugged her daddy like a true spoiled princess, but a very ambitious one. 

She was full-on working on the second day, Peter had been reeled in as her personal assistant slash secretary working at his own lavish desk in front of her office. He was thrilled to be working in a real office environment where he could gossip, and spend a couple of hours of his break time lunching away like other employees. 

But it was not until a couple of months later when he was told to come into her office, that he was feeling the pressure of working as a real employee.

“Do you like your current position?” Amara asked him after he took a seat in her high-end boss-girl decorated office.

“Uh-huh.”

“You like your new lunch buddies?”

“Yes.” 

“You like your new gossip groupies?”

“Er… yes?” 

Peter started to get nervous about her questions. She would do this sometimes and every time she does it, he always breaks a sweat and fiddle with his fingers, making Amara smirked knowing that she had put him back into his place.

“Good, remember that the next time you decided to move up my appointment without my approval.”

“But… but.. he’s the most eligible bachelor within a five-mile radius…”

Okay, he might exaggerate that part, but try to understand that our Peter adores his boss a bit too much.

“… and he requested a meeting with you… you, not Colton who’s the second in position. I… I just thought you could use a break. I mean, ehm… I’ve checked his profile and he’s freaking gorgeous! and smart, and good with the ladies, and very very wealthy.”

She stood up from the big girl-boss chair and rest her sexy behind on her sleek large black marble top office desk, leg cross, hands rest on each side looking down onto Peter’s nervous face.

“And you didn’t think this Antonio Brio Russo just want to get between my legs? knowing that I’m daddy’s little girl and that I can smooth his way to our corporate dealings?”

“Eh… well… have you look at his pictures? his half-naked ones?”

The questions answered with other questions bravely, was one of the weird things why Peter has remained the longest assistant for Amara. He would still insist on his argument knowing it was very unprofessional to do so. And after moments of her keeping him squirming in high tension, she finally laughs.

“Damn it, Peter! I don’t know how long I could keep a straight face with you!”

She laughed her heart out while he finally relaxes in his seat. There were times when he thought he was on the verge of losing his job, and at a time like that, he released his breath and cursed on the inside for taking it dangerously close.

“Amara, you’ve been working harder than us worker bees. You need to unwind, relax, have casual sex with a sexy Italian businessman named Russo.”

“Okay, I should be offended that someone would take advantage of my sexiness, but…”

Both heads were turned to the door which was left open when Peter came into her office. But in their defense, it was mid-morning where people were busy fetching coffee and having their in-between breaks. 

“Fuck…” Peter cursed whispering loud enough for Amara to hear.

“You owe me one for this, Peter,” she whispered back at him. 

Peter quickly nodded then stands up and started fiddling with his hands.

“I’m sorry Mr. Russo, it’s all my fault…” Peter who was always such a dear to everyone just couldn’t bear to think that his lovely boss would take the fall for his meddling.

“Actually no, Peter, Mr. Russo here, did enter unannounced, and as far as I’m concerned you’re the one who was eavesdropping in our private conversation.”  

Amara crossed her arms, showing her relax stance still leaning her sexy ass on her large desk, her slender legs were peeking under her pencil skirt.

While Russo, the sexy Italian businessman kept on walking into her office like he owns the place. His stature was domineering, but growing up with his father and her three wannabe boss stepbrothers, she was not affected by it. And her carefree attitude towards him ticked Antonio on the inside. 

“Peter, I believe my assistant had made an appointment and move up the schedule to… now?” the sexy Italian businessman looked at his expensive-looking gold watch as to confirm that it was not partially his fault as he was actually on time for the meeting.

“Right, I’m sorry, boss, I mean Amara, I mean… Ms. Hamilton…”

Amara let out her soft laugh shaking her head and told Peter to get both of them black coffee.

“I assume you take yours black? or maybe you want a latte?” she asked him tugging her lip upward, thinking she might as well ruined this one and let him deal with Colton.

“Black. Thank you, Peter.”

He answered a bit too polite, then gave him his pearly whites, making the said assistant weak in the knees. Until Amara clears her throat taking him back to the present.

“Right, kay… two blacks, on it boss, Amara… I’m, I mean… I’m just going to get your coffees…” Peter smiled and said awkwardly while stumbling a few times as he walked towards the door.

“Mr. Russo,”

“Please Antonio,” he smiled looking appreciatively at her from top to bottom.

“Aside from what you’ve heard, I don’t mix business with pleasure,” Amara said about to move back behind her desk when the said Mr. Russo keep on walking towards her and suffocating her with his manly aura.

He chuckled at her words.

“Well, Amara, a very beautiful name by the way… I could always go to Colton’s for my business, and take you for my pleasure.”

He said the words calmly, deliberately invading her personal space, and caged her to her desk as he rests his hands on each side of hers.

His expensive cologne invades her senses, while he inhales her intoxicating floral scent perfume as he leaned closer to her neck.

“You shouldn’t…” she breathed out her words while cursing on the inside for not having lots and lots of sex this past couple of months.

Yep, she had been busy with work. And at that exact moment, she felt like she could jump him like a cat in heat, if only Peter didn’t come into her office with their coffee, and taking her back to reality.

“You… you should go to Colton. This meeting is over.” She cleared her throat and exited her office in a hurry, leaving both Peter and obviously the sexy Mr. Russo in silence.