"It's really easy, Clara. When he opens the door, you say I quit."
But no, it wasn't that easy. I had said those words months ago. Heck, a year ago. It was just a huge mistake falling for my boss! Other than that, anytime I was near him, my emotions took over. Just one look from his hazel eyes could turn me into a puddle of goo. I kept my emotions to myself even if I was extremely attracted to him.
The first four years was fine until the bridge where I could hide my attraction to him was finally opened when he brought me to a gala last year. Then, he started acting up like he was a gentleman and talked about himself as if we were friends.
He was different back then. At the end of the night, he looked directly into the eyes, then he said, "Thank you, Clara. I wouldn't know what to do without you," then he told me how thankful he was that I came to his life and that I'd given him courage because I was an excellent assistant to him.
Maybe for him, it was only like that. But for me, it wasn't. I started to look at him as a man. A woman like me who needed a man like him. He was powerful, rich, a good brother and a responsible son to his parents. Oh, I forgot to mention how sexy he was, how chiseled his jaws were, and his hazel eyes that could make every woman melt.
Yup, that's what I thought of him. A total attraction. The attraction was for nothing. I realized that I had to stop. I even had him on my wet dreams. Damn me.
But this time, I'd made my decision.
I swung my legs out of the car, slammed the door and then stared up at the big blue townhouse of Rafael he had bought this summer. I inhaled sharply, deeply enjoying the scents of freshly mowed grass and a hint of the ocean breeze.
God, I was almost convinced of my decision. When the front door open and slapped against the wall, Rafael stepped out onto the wide front porch.
Tall and lean, he was wearing gray sweatpants, a black shirt then his features were sharp, angular and his dark unruly hair was flowing about on his forehead.
Damn, he looked like a movie scene.
"Clara!" He took five steps down the yard in two long strides and crossed to where I was still standing. He swept me up into a brief, hard hug that lit up my inside, then let go of me abruptly. I staggered back steps. This was why I was becoming more attached to him. His simple gestures that's nothing to him.
"Hey, thank god you're here."
"What's wrong, Mr. Sloan?"
"I made coffee this morning and it pretty much tasted like motor oil and I can't cook. I'm tired of eating fast food. The housekeeper is on vacation. I cannot call anyone in this deserted place."
Okay. Hope dissolved into reality. Of course, he didn't miss me the way I mistook it. He just missed me because he couldn't even do his own chores.
Who would like a mere assistant like me? We had shared moments in the office for five years, but there was nothing special about it. He was the first person I saw in the mornings and the last person I spoke to at night. Since he required me to be available twenty-four hours, he was the last person I saw every weekend.
Mr. Sloan was a type of man who wears a brand new thousand-dollars designer suit and watches every day. He was a person who ate work each breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Unfortunately, he was also the type of man who could make me wet at night despite treating me like I had superpowers. There were moments I wanted to slap him from being oblivious.
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The Enigmatic Billionaire (Sloan Brothers #1)Romance
Being an executive assistant to the sexy beast Rafael Sloan drained the life out of me. He was the first person I saw in the mornings and the last person I spoke to at night and weekends. I knew was going to do the right thing. I told him I was quit...